There shall they feast on his rich love, And drink full joys from living streams. 6 Thus shall their mighty bliss renew Through the vast round of endless years, And the soft hand of sov'reign grace Heals all their wounds, & wipes their tears.

HYMN CXCI. Rev. XI. 15.

1 JESUS, immortal King, go on; The glorious day will soon be won : Thine enemies prepare to flee,

And leave a conquer'd world to thee! 2 Gird on thy sword, victorious Chief, The captive sinner's sole relief! Cast the usurper from his throne, And make the universe thine own! 3 Thy footsteps, Lord, with joy we trace, And mark the conquests of thy grace: Finish the work thou hast begun, And let thy will on earth be done! 4 Hark! how the hosts triumphant sing, "The Lord Omnipotent is King!" Let all his saints rejoice at this, The kingdoms of the world are his!

HYMN CXCII. Rev. XI. 11.

1 GIVE me the wings of faith, to rise
Within the veil, and see

The saints above, how great their joys,
How bright their glories be.

2 Once they were mourning here below,
And wet their couch with tears;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, and fears...

3 I ask them whence their vict'ry came;
They with united breath

Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,
Their triumph to his death.

4 They mark'd the footsteps that he trod,
(His zeal inspir'd their breast;)
And following their incarnate God,
Possess the promis'd rest.

5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise,
For his own pattern giv'n;

While the long cloud of witnesses
Shew the same path to heav'n.

HYMN CXCIII. Rev. xiv. 13.

1 HEAR what the voice from heav'n pro

For all the pious dead:

Sweet is the savour of their names,
And soft their sleeping-bed.

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2 They die in Jesus, and are bless'd;
How kind their slumbers are!
From suff'rings and from sins releas'd,
And freed from every snare.

3 Far from this world of toil and strife,
They're present with the Lord;
The labours of their mortal life
End in a large reward.

HYMN CXCIV. Rev. xv. 3.

1 How strong thine arm is, mighty God!
Who would not fear thy name?
Jesus, how sweet thy graces are!
Who would not love the Lamb?

2 He has done more than Moses did,
Our Prophet and our King:

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From bonds of hell he freed our souls,
And taught our lips to sing.
3 In the Red Sea by Moses' hand
Th' Egyptian host was drown'd!
But his own blood hides all our sins,
And guilt no more is found.

4 When through the desert Israel went,
With manna they were fed:
Our Lord invites us to his flesh,
And calls it living bread.

5 Moses beheld the promis'd land,
Yet never reach'd the place;

But Christ shall bring his followers home
To see his Father's face.

6 Then shall our love and joy be full,
And feel a warmer flame;
And nobler voices tune the song
Of Moses and the Lamb.

HYMN CXCV. Rev. XIX. 16.

1 LOOK, ye saints! the sight is glorious;
See "The man of sorrows" now,
From the fight return'd victorious:
Ev'ry knee to him shall bow:
Crown him, crown him:

Crowns become the victor's brow.
2 Sinners in derision crown'd him,
Mocking thus the Saviour's claim ;
Saints and angels crowd around him,
Own his title, praise his name:
Crown him, crown him:
Spread abroad the victor's fame,

3 Hark, those bursts of acclamation!
Hark those loud triumphant chords!

Jesus takes the highest station :
O what joy the sight affords! "
Crown him, crown him,

King of Kings, and Lord of Lords."

HYMN CXCVI. Rev. xxI. 1-4.

1 Lo, what a glorious sight appears
To our believing eyes!

The earth and seas are pass'd away,
And the old rolling skies.

2 From the third heav'n where God resides,
That holy, happy place,
The new Jerusalem comes down,
Adorn'd with shining grace.

3 Attending angels shout for joy,
And the bright armies sing:
66 Mortals, behold the sacred seat
"Of your descending King.
4 "The God of glory down to men
"Removes his blest abode :
"Men, the dear objects of his grace,
"And he their present God.

5 "His own soft hand shall wipe the tears "From ev'ry weeping eye;

"And pains and groans, and griefs and "And death itself shall die."

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6 How long, dear Saviour, O how long
Shall this bright hour delay?
Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time,
And bring the welcome day.

HYMN CXCVII. Rev. XXI. 5—6, 23.
1 ATTEND, while God's exalted Son
Doth his own glories shew:
"Behold, I sit upon my throne,
"Creating all things new.

2 "Nature and sin are pass'd away, "And the old Adam dies;

My hands a new foundation lay;
"See the new world arise!

3 "I'll be a Sun of righteousness

"To the new heav'ns I make; "None but the new-born heirs of grace "My glories shall partake.",

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4 Mighty Redeemer! set me free
From my old state of sin:

Oh, make my soul alive to thee;
Create new powers within,

5 Renew mine eyes, and form mine ears,
And mould my heart afresh ;
Give me new passions, joys and fears,
And turn the stone to flesh.

6 Far from the regions of the dead,
From sin, and earth, and hell,

In the new world that grace has made I would for ever dwell.

HYMN CXCVIII.

VARIOUS SCRIPTURES.

1 As new-born babes desire the breast
To feed, and grow, and thrive;
So saints with joy the gospel taste,-
And by the gospel live.

3 With inward gust their heart approves
All that the word relates:
They love the men their Father loves,
And hate the works he hates.

3 Grace, like an uncorrupted seed,
Abides and reigns within;

Immortal principles forbid
The sons of God to sin,