4 When God makes up his last account Of natives in his holy mount,

'T will be an honor to appear
As one new-born and nourish'd there!

357. Zion Restored. C. M.

1 Let Zion and her sons rejoice, Behold the promised hour :

Watts

Her God hath heard her mourning voice,
And comes t'exalt his power.

2 Her dust and ruins that remain
Are precious in our eyes;
Those ruins shall be built again,
And all that dust shall rise.

3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem,
And stand in glory there;
Nations shall bow before his name,
And kings attend with fear.

4 He sits a Sovereign on his throne,
With pity in his eyes;

He hears the dying prisoners' groan,
And sees their sighs arise.

5 He frees the souls condemn'd to death,
And when his saints complain,
It sha'nt be said that praying breath
Was ever spent in vain.

6 This shall be known when we are dead, And left on long record:

That

ages yet unborn may read,

And trust and praise the Lord. Watts.

358. Rejoicing in God. C. M.

1 O Lord! I would delight in thee,
And on thy care depend;
To thee in ev'ry trouble flee,
My best, my only Friend.

2 When all created streams are dried,
Thy fulness is the same;
May I with this be satisfied,
And glory in thy name!

3 No good in creatures can be found,
But may be found in thee:

I must have all things, and abound,
While God is God to me.

1.

4 He that has made my heav'n secure,
Will here all good provide:
While Christ is rich, can I be poor?
What can I want beside?

5 O Lord! I cast my care on thee,
I triumph and adore;

Henceforth my great concern shall be
To love and please thee more.

Dr. Ryland.

359. Waiting on the Lord. C. M.

1 Whence do our mournful thoughts arise?
And where 's our courage fled?
Has restless sin and raging hell
Struck all our comforts dead?
2 Have we forgot th' Almighty name
That form'd the earth and sea:
And can an all-creating Arm
Grow weary or decay?

3 Treasures of everlasting might
In our Jehovah dwell;

He gives the conquest to the weak,
And treads their foes to hell.

4 Mere mortal powers shall fade and die,
And youthful vigor cease ;
But we that wait upon the Lord

Shall feel our strength increase.

5 The saints shall mount on eagles' wings,
And taste the promised bliss,

Till their unwearied feet arrive
Where perfect pleasure is.

Watts.

360. Grace and Glory in Christ. L.M. 1 Now to the Lord a noble song! Awake, my soul, awake, my tongue; Hosanna to the eternal name,

And all his boundless love proclaim.

2 See where it shines in Jesus' face, The brightest image of his

grace; God, in the person of his Son,

Has all his mightiest works outdone.
3 The spacious earth and spreading flood
Proclaim the wise and powerful God;
And thy rich glories from afar,
Sparkle in every rolling star.

4 But in his looks a glory stands,
The noblest labor of thine hands:
The pleasing lustre of his eyes
Outshines the wonders of the skies.

5 Grace! 'tis a sweet, a charming theme;
My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name!
Ye angels, dwell upon the sound!
Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground!

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may I live to reach the place
Where he unveils his lovely face!
Where all his beauties you behold,
And sing his name to harps of gold!

Watts.

361. Praise to the Redeemer. C. M.

1 Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing
My dear Redeemer's praise!
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his grace!

2 JESUS, the name that calms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease; 'Tis music in the sinner's ears;

"Tis life, and health, and peace.

3 He breaks the pow'r of reigning sin,
He sets the pris'ner free;

His blood can make the foulest clean-
His blood avail'd for me.

Wesley.

362. Praise to the Saviour. H. M.

1 Come, every pious heart

That loves the Saviour's name,

Your noblest power exert

To celebrate his fame:

Tell all above, And all below, The debt of love To him you owe. 2 He left his starry crown,

And laid his robes aside;

On wings of love came down,

And wept, and bled, and died: What he endur'd, Oh, who can tell? To save our souls From death and hell. 3 From the dark grave he rose,

The mansion of the dead;

And thence his mighty foes
In glorious triumph led:

Up through the sky The conqueror rode,
And reigns on high, The Saviour God.