See, from the clouds his glory breaks, 2 The rising sun serenely bright, 3 The flow'ry tribes all blooming rise, 4 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad, T HYMN 9.-C. M. HIS is the feast of heav'nly wine, The juices of the living vine 2 Oh, bless the Saviour, ye who eat, Not heav'n affords a costlier treat 3 The vile, the lost-he calls to them, "Ye trembling souls appear! "The righteous in their own esteem, "Have no acceptance here. 4 "Approach, ye poor, nor dare refuse "The banquet spread for you!" Dear Saviour this is welcome news, Then I may venture too. 5 If guilt and sin afford a plea, 、 HYMN 10.-S, 7 & 4. Sounds aloud from Calvary, the mercy, See it rends the rocks asunderShakes the earth, and veils the sky! "It is finish'd!"-- Hear the Saviour--dying--cry. 2 It is finish'd!--O what pleasure Saints, the dying words record. 3 Finish'd-all the types and shadows Finish'd--all that God had promis'd, Saints, from hence your comforts draw. 4 Ransom'd ones, approach the table- Christ has borne the heavy load. 5 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs, Glory to the bleeding Lamb. HYMN 11.-C. M. IFT up your hearts to things abovè, And join with us to praise his love, 2 To Jesus' name give thanks and sing, Whose mercies never end; Rejoice! rejoice! the Lord is King! 3 We for his sake count all things loss, 4 O let us stir each other up, Our faith by works approve; By holy purifying hope, And the sweet work of love. 5 Let all who for the promise wait, 6 Live? till the Lord in glory comes, HYMN 12.-L. M. VE listed in the holy war, And grace more boundless than the seas, Is the rich wages I receive. 2 Under my Captain, Jesus Christ, To fight against the powers of hell, Can 3 My Captain is the great I AM, [stand; 4 My great good Captain, mild and meek 5 From day to day, with living bread, Drawn from my Captain's well fill'd 6 Arm'd with my helmet,s word and shield 7 I'm listed, and I mean to fight, Till all my foes are put to flight; |