H Y M N 221. THE INCREASING POWER OF CHRIST'S KINGDOM. A L L hail, incarnate God; The wond’rous things foretold With joy our eyes behold: And monuments of glory rear. 2 To thee the hoary head Its filver honours pays; Devotes his brightest days : And bow to thee, all-conquering King! 30 hafte, victorious Prince, That happy glorious day, Shall own thy gentle sway: it bless our longing eyes, And bear our shouts beyond the skies. 4 All hail, triumphant LORD! Eternal be thy reign ; To wear thy gentle chain : HY MN 222. Go od is King, ye lands rejoice ; Lift, ye Ines, a thankful voice; Ev'ry throne by his controllid, Well secures the passive world. 2 Higher than the sons of pride, He bids the raging waves subside ; The whole centers to his will, 3 O how deep his counsel lies ! How unfathomably wife! Ev'ry way his pow'r is shown. . All subserve his standing word; Yet the thing they thwart, effect. 5 Subjects of the LORD, be bold; Jesus will the kingdom hold; Each in place to bring it on. Bleft is Faith, that waits his hour; THE KINGDOM OF GOD, NOT IN WORD, BUT IN POWER. Form of words, tho'e'er so found, Can never fave a foul. And make the wounded whole. 2 Tho' God's election is a truth, Small comfort there I fee, That He has chosen Me. 3 Sinners, I read, are justify'd By faith in Jesu's blood : 'Tis then I've peace with God. 4 Imputed righteousness I own, A doctrine most divine ; That all his merit's Mine. 5 To perseverance I agree ; The thing to me is clear ; 6 Thus christians glorify the LORD; His Spirit joins with ours, With all its faving pow'rs. HYMN 224: CHRIST IS THE WAY, THE TRUTH, AND THE LIFE. I I him How fair soe'er they seem. 2 I am, faith CHRIST, the Truth: Then all that lacks this teft, Proceed it from an angel's mouth, Is but a lie at best. Let this be seen by faith; That all befides is death. 4 If what those words aver, The Holy Ghost apply; Nor be deceiv'd, nor die. HY MN 225 BREATHING AFTER CHRIST. COME OME, thou blest JESUS, quickly come, Descend, thou bright, immortal guest; Within my heart erect thy throne, And reign unrivall'd in my breaft. 2 Not all that's great, or good, or fair, Can please, or fix my choice below: I long in purer joys to share, Which only from thy presence flow. 3 No more the world my bosom warms, When thy superior glories shine :: 1 die to all created charms, If Jesus whispers, HE IS MINE: 4 Oppress'd with care and pain, I roam At distance from my native place : home, H Y M N 226. No comeliness nor beauty fee ; |