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Next himself prepares our place,
Harbinger of human race.

3 Master (may we ever say)
Taken from our head to day;
See thy faithful servants, see,
Ever gazing up to thee!
Grant, though parted from our sight,
High above yon azure height,
Grant our hearts may thither rise,
Following thee beyond the skies.

4 Ever upward let us move,
Wafted on the wings of love,
Looking when our Lord shall come, .
Longing, panting after home :
There we shall with thee remain :
Partners of thine endless reign;
There thy face unclouded see,
Find our heav'n of heav'ns in thee.

Hymn 270. L. M. [Tune, Habakkuk.] 1 Away my unbelieving fear; Fear shall in me no more take place; My Saviour doth not yet appear, He hides the brightness of his face. But shall I therefore let him go, And basely to the tempter yield 2 No, in the strength of Jesus, no; I never will give up my shield.

2 Although the vine its fruit deny,
Although the olive yield no oil,
The with'ring fig-tree droop and die,
The field É. the tiller's toil,
The empty stall no herd afford,
And o all the bleating race;
Yet will I triumph in the Lord,
The God of my salvation praise.

. . .

3 Barren although my soul remain,
And no one bud of grace appear,
No fruit of all my toil and pain,
But sin, and only sin be here ; o
Although my gifts and comforts lost,
My blooming hopes cut off I see;
Yet will I in my Saviour trust, |
And glory, that he dy'd for me.
4 In hope believing against hope,
Jesus, my Lord and God, I claim,
Jesus, my strength, shall lift me up ;
Salvation is in Jesus' name.
To me he soon will bring it nigh;
My soul shall then outstrip §. wind,
On wings of love mount up on high,
And seave the world and sin §d.
Hymn 271. C. M.
The Spiritual Coronation.
1 ALL hail the pow'r of Jesus’ name :
Let angels prostrate fall:
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him Lord of all.
* (Crown him ye martyrs of our God,
Who from his altar call ; .
Extol the stem of Jesse’s rod,
And crown him Lord of all.)
3 (Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
A remnant weak and small ;
Hail him who saves you by his grace,
And crown him Lord of all.)
4 Ye Gentile sinners, ne’er forget
The wormwood and the gall; ..
Go—spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him Lord of all.

5 (Babes, men, and sires, who know his love,
Who feel your sin and thrall;
Now, joy with all the hosts above,
And crown him Lord of all.)

6 Let every kindred, every tribe
On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,
And crown him Lord of all.

7 O that, with yonder sacred throng,
We at his feet may fall :
We'll join the everlasting song,
And crown him Lord of all.

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1 Lo! He cometh ! countless trumpets,
Blow before the bloody sign ;
Midst ten thousand saints and angels
See the crucified shine :
Welcome, wekome, bleeding Lamb
2 Now his merit by the harpers,
Through th' eternal deep resounds?
Now resplendent shine his nail-prints,
Ev'ry eye shall see his wounds:
They who pierc’d him
Shall at his appearance waii.
3 Ev'ry island, sea and mountain,
Heav'n and earth shall flee away :

All who hate him must ashamed *

Hear the trump proclaim the day—
Come to judgment, -- -
Stand before the Son of Man.
4 Saints who love him, view his glory,
Shining in his bruised face;

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His dear person on the rainbow,
Now his people's head shall raise

Happy mourners,

Lo! in clouds he comes, he comes '.

Now redemption long expected,
See in soleman pomp appear;
All bis people, once rejected,
Now shall meet him in the air-—
Now the promis'd kingdom’s come.

View him smiling, now determin’d
Ev'ry evil to destroy;
All the nations now shall sing him
Songs of everlasting joy :
O come quickly;
Hallelujah! come, Lord, come !

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'Tis finish'd, so the Saviour cried,
And meekly bow’d his head and died.
'Tis finish’d—yes, the race is run,
The battle sought, the victory won.
'Tis finish’d—all that heav'n decreed,
And all the ancient Prophets said
Is now fulfill’d, as was design'd,
In me the Saviour of mankind.
'Tis finish’d—Aaron now no more
Must stain his robes with purple gore.
The sacred veil is rent in twain,
And Jewish rites no more remain.
'Tis finish’d—this my dying groan
Shall sins of ev'ry kind atone:
Millions shall be redeem’d from death,
By this my last expiring breath.

5 'Tis finish’d—heav'n is reconcil'd,
And all the powers of darkness spoil'd :
Peace, love, and happiness again
Return and dwell with sinful men.

6 'Tis finish’d—let the joyful sound
Be heard through all the nations round:
'Tis finish’d—let the echo fly -
Thro' heav'n and hell, through earth and sky.

Hymn 274. 7. 6.8.

[Tune, Penitent.] The Penitent. i Jesus, let thy pitying eye Call jo, o ; sheep; False to thee, like Peter, l Would fain, like Peter, weep. Let me be by grace restor'd, On me be all long suff'ring shown ; Turn and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. 2 Saviour, Prince, enthron’d above, Repentance to impart, Give me through thy dying love The humble, contrite heart; Give what I have long implor’d, A portion of thy grief unknown ; Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. 3 See me, Saviour, from above, Nor suffer me to die; Life, and happiness, and love Drop from thy gracious eye; Speak the reconciling, word, And let thy mercy melt me down ; Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone.

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