4 Hither, from earth's remotest end,
Lo, the redeem'd of God ascend,
'Their tribute hither bring:
Here, crown'd with everlasting joy,
In hymus of praise their tongues employ,
And hail th' immortal King.

5 Great Salem's King; who bids each state
On her decrees dependant wait;
In her, e'er time begun ;
High on eternal base uprear'd,
His hands the regal seat prepar'd
For Jesus' favour'd son.

• Mother of cities! o'er thy head
See peace, with healing wings outspread,
Delighted fix her stay;

How blest who calls himself thy friend!
Success his labours shall attend,
And safety guard his way.

7 Thy walls remote from hostile fear,
Nor the loud voice of tumult hear,
Nor war's wild wastes deplore;
There smiling plenty takes her stand,
And in thy courts with lavish hand,
Has pour'd forth all her store.
8 Let me, blest seat, my name behold.
Among thy citizens enroll'd,
In thee forever dwell.
Let charity my steps attend,
My sole companion and my friend,
And faith and hope farewel!

Few are our days, those few we dream away,
Sare is our fate, to moulder in the clay;

Rise, immortal soul, above thine earthly state, Time yet is thine, but soon will be too late. 2 Lo, midnight's gloom invites thy pensive mind; Pale is the scene, but shadows there you'll find; Rise,immortal soul,heav'n-ward pursue thy flight, Lest hence thy state be like the gloomy night. 3 Hark, from the graves, oblivion's doleful tones, There shall our names be moulder'd like our bones. Rise, immortal soul, that hence thy fame may shine, Time flies and ends-eternity is thine.

Hymn 248. 8. 7.
Judgment.

[Tune, Helmsley.] ·

! Lo! he comes, with clouds descending. Once for favour'd sinners slain

:

Thousand thousand saints attending,
Swell the triumph of his train;
Hallelujah,

God appears on earth to reign! 2 Ev'ry eye shall now behold him Rob'd in dreadful majesty;

Those who set at nought and sold him,
Pierc'd and nail'd him to the tree;
Deeply wailing,

Shall the true Messiah see.

3 The dear tokens of his passion
Still his dazzling body bears;
Cause of endless exultation
To his ransom'd worshippers :
With what rapture

Gaze we on those glorious scars.
4 Yea, amen; let all adore thee,
High on thine eternal throne;
Saviour, take the pow'r and glory,
Claim the kingdom for thine own i

Jah, Jehovah!

Everlasting God come down.

Hymn 249. 7's.

The Reward of a Christian.
[Tune, Finedon.]

1 BLESSED are the sons of God;

They are bought with Christ's own blood;
They are ransom'd from the grave;

Life eternal they shall have:

With them number'd may we be,
Here, and in eternity.

2 God did love them in his Son,
Long before the world begun;
They the seal of this receive,
When on Jesus they believe
With them number'd may we be,
Here, and in eternity.

3 They are justified by grace;
They enjoy a solid peace;

All their sins are wash'd away`;
They shall stand in God's great day.
With them number'd may we be,
Here, and in eternity.

4 They produce the fruits of grace
In the works of righteousness;
They are harmless, meek, and mild,
Holy, humble, undefil'd.

With them number'd may we be,
Here, and in eternity.

5 They are lights upon the earth,
Children of an heav'nly birth;
One with God, with Jesus one;
Glory is in them begun.
With them number'd may we be,
Here, and in eternity.

Hymn 250. 8.7.4.

It is Finished.

John xix. 30.

[Tune, Redeeming Love.]

3 HARK! the voice of love and mercy, Sounds aloud from Calvary;

See! it rends the rocks asunderShakes the earth and veils the sky "It is finish'd !”.

Hear the dying Saviour cry.

2 It is finish'd! O what pleasure
Do these precious words afford
Heav'nly blessings, without measure,
Flow to us from Christ the Lord.

Saints, the dying word record.

3 Finish'd are the types and shadows Of the ceremonial law!

Finish'd, all that God had promis'd; Death and hell no more shall awe : It is finish'd!

Saints from hence your comfort draw. 4 [Happy souls, approach the tableTaste the soul-reviving food! Nothing's half so sweet and pleasant As the Saviour's flesh and blood. It is finish'd!

Christ has borne the heavy load.]

5 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs-
Join to sing the pleasing theme;
All on earth, and all in beaven,
Join to praise Immanuel's name!
Hallelujah!

Glory to the bleeding Lamb!

Hymn 251.

The Pilgrim Stranger.

[Tune, Bound for the Kingdom.]

1 WHITHER goest thou, Pilgrim Stranger?
Wand'ring through this lonely vale:
Know'st thou not 'tis full of danger,
And will not thy courage fail?

Chorus.

"No! I'm bound for the Kingdom,
"Will you go to glory with me?
"Hallelujah! praise the Lord."

2. Pilgrim, thou hast justly call'd me,
"Passing through a waste so wide;
"But no harm will e'er befal me,

"While I'm bless'd with such a guide.

"For I'm bound to the Kingdom, &c." 3 Such a guide !-no guide attends thee :Hence!-for thee my fears arise :If some guardian pow'r befriend thee, 'Tis unseen by mortal eyes.

"Come, I'm bound for the Kingdom, &c.

4 "Yes, unseen-but still believe me, "Such a guide my steps attend: "He'll in ev'ry strait relieve me, "He will guide me to the end. "For I'm bound to the Kingdom, &c."

e;

5 Pilgrim, see that stream before thee,
Darkly winding through the vale
Should its deadly waves roll o'er thee,
Would not then thy courage fail?

"No! I'm bound for the Kingdom, &c." "No! that stream hath nothing frightful, "To its brink my steps I'll bend; "Thence to plunge, 'twill be delightful, "There my pilgrimage will end.

"For I'm bound for the Kingdom, &c."