The fount of life shall then be quaffed 431. H. M. 1 COME, sing a Savior's power, And praise his mighty name; His wondrous love adore, And chant his growing fame; Wide o'er the world a King shall reign, And righteousness and peace maintain. 2 The sceptre of his grace He shall for ever wield; His foes, before his face, To strength divine shall yield; The conquest of his truth shall show 3 His alienated sons, By sin beguiled, betrayed, And willing subjects made: 4 His realm shall ever stand, A universe with praise shall own 432. L. M. 1 JESUS shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 2 Blessings abound where'er he reigns; The prisoner leaps to loose his chains; The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blest. 3 Where he displays his healing power, 433. C. M. 1 O'ER mountain tops, the mount of God, In latter days, shall rise, Above the summits of the hills, 6 3 The beams that shine from Zion's hill The King who reigns in Salem's towers DEATH OF CHRIST. 434. L. M. 1 HE dies! the Friend of sinners dies! Lo, Salem's daughters weep around! A solemn darkness veils the skies! A sudden trembling shakes the ground! 2 Come, mortals, drop a tear or two For him who groaned beneath your load! He shed a thousand drops for youA thousand drops of richest blood! 3 Here's love and grief beyond degree; The Lord of glory dies for men ;But lo, what sudden joys we see ! Jesus, the dead, revives again! 4 The rising Lord forsakes the tombThe tomb in vain forbids his riseCherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies! 5 Break off your tears, ye mortals, tell How high our great deliverer reigns; Sing how he spoiled the pow'rs of hell, And led the monster, Death, in chains. 6 Say, Live for ever, wondrous King, Born to redeem, and strong to save;' Then ask the monster, Where's thy sting? And where's thy victory boasting grave? 1 'Tis finished! so the Savior cried, And meekly bowed his head, and died: 'Tis finished-yes, the race is run, The battle fought, the victory won. 2 'Tis finished-all that Heaven decreed, And all the ancient prophets said Is now fulfilled, as was designed, In me, the Savior of mankind. 3 'Tis finished-let the joyful sound Be heard by all the nations round: "Tis finished-let the echo fly Through earth below, and worlds on high. 436. C. M. 1 THERE is a fountain filled with blood 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see may I there, though vile as he, 3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed of our God 4 Soon shall this lisping, stam'ring tongue Lie silent in the grave, Then, in a nobler, sweeter song, 437. L. M. 1 WHEN We survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of glory died, Our richest gain we count but loss, And pour contempt on all our pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that we should boast, Save in the death of Christ our Lord; All the vain things that charm us most, We sacrifice them to his blood. 3 See from his head, his hands, his feet, 1 WITH warm affection let us view, 2 Not all the malice of his foes, His pity could subdue; Father! forgive,' he meekly prayed,` 3 O what a love was here displayed, 4 Let not his sacred truths, by us Nor let our thoughtless hearts forget |