HYMN 74.-P. M.
OME all ye sons of Zion,
Who are waiting for salvation,
Have your lamps trimm'd and burning,
For behold the proclamation;
Saying, all things are now ready,
For the poor and for the needy,
All my fatlings now are killed,
And prepared on the table.
2 Arise and get ready,
Hasten to the marriage supper,
While the bridegroom is calling,
And poor sinners are falling,
See the Lord of life descending,
And the judgment trumpet sounding,
Which shall gather all the nations,
To the final judgment day,
3 0, what a happy meeting,
When salvation is completed,
And tribulation ended,
And the spotless robe prepared,
For the bride to be adorned,
In the jasper walls be crowned,
Singing worthy is the Lamb,
In the new Jerusalem.
4 O sinners dont be donbting,
While the sons of God are shouting,
Come and join the happy army,
Then ther's nothing that will harm you,
If you follow Christ the Saviour,
And break off your bad behaviour,
And repent and be converted,
You will sing his praises too.
HYMN 75.-L. M.
The Hiding Place.
TAIL, heavenly love, that first began The scheme to rescue fallen man; Hail matchless, free, eternal grace That gave my soul a hiding place.
2 Against the God who rules the sky,
I fought with hands uplifted high;
Despis'd the offers of his grace,
Too proud to seek a hiding place.
3 Enwrapp'd in dark, Egyptian night,
And fond of darkness more than light,
Madly I ran the sinful, race,
Secure, without a hiding place.
But lo! the eternal counsel ran,
Almighty love arrest the man,
I felt the arrows of distress,
And found I had no hiding place.
Eternal justice stood in view,
To Sinai's fiery mount I flew,
But justice cried with frowning face,
This mountain is no hiding place,
But lo! a heavenly voice I heard,
And mercy to my soul appear'd,
She led me on a pleasing place
To Jesus Christ my hiding place.
Should storms of sevenfold thunder roll And shake the globe from pole to pole No thunderbolt would daunt my face, For Jesus is my hiding place.
A few more rolling suns at most,
Will land me safe on Canaan's coast;
Where I shall sing the song of
Safe in my glorious hiding place.
HYMN 76.-C. M.
The excellence of the Scriptures.
ATHER of mercies! in thy word
What endless glory shines!
For ever be thy name adored
For these celestial lines.
2 Here may the wretched sons of want
Exhaustless riches find;
Riches above what earth can grant,
And lasting as the mind.
3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, And yields a free repast;
More precious fruits than nature knows, Invite the longing taste.
4 Here springs of consolation rise
To cheer the fainting mind;
And thirsty souls receive supplies,
And sweet refreshment find.
O may the gospel ever ba
Our study and delight;
And still new beauties may we see
And still increasing light.
The Ascension and Exaltation of Jesus, HAIL, the day that sees him rise,
Ravished from our wishful eyes;
Christ awhile to mortals given,
Now ascends the highest heaven.
2 There the pompous triumph waits,
Lift up your heads, eternal gates;
Wide unfold the radiant sceno,
Take th' exalted Jesus in,
3 Him though highest heaven receives,
Still he loves the world he leaves;
Though exalted to his throne,
Still he calls mankind his own.
4 And though parted from our sight,
For above yon azure height,-
Still his gracious lips bestow
Blessings on his church below.
5 Master, would our spirits say,-
Taken from the world away,
Thy devoted servants see,
Ever gazing up to thee.
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