2 Lo! the angelic bands 3 All hail, triumphant Lord, Who sav'st us with thy blood! Thou rising, reigning God; 377 RE II. EJOICE, the Lord is King, The God of truth and love; 3 His kingdom cannot fail, He rules o'er earth and heaven; The keys of death and hell Are to our Jesus given; Lift up the heart, lift up the voice, 4 Rejoice in glorious hope; Jesus the Judge shall come, And take his servants up PWARD I lift my eyes, From God is all my aid; The God that built the skies, And earth and nature made; God is the tower to which I fly; His grace is nigh in every hour. 2 My feet shall never slide, And fall in fatal snares, Since God, my guard and guide, Defends me from my fears. Those wakeful eyes that never sleep Shall Isreel keep when dangers rise. 3 Hast thou not given thy word To save my soul from death? And I can trust my Lord To keep my mortal breath: I'll go and come, nor fear to die, Till from on high thou call me home. We soon shall hear th' archangel's ZION, tune thy voice, voice, And lift thy hands on high; Tell all the world thy joys, And shout salvation nigh; Cheerful in God, arise and shine, While rays divine stream all abroad. 2 He gilds thy mourning face With beams that cannot fade; His all-resplendent grace He pours around thy head: The nations round thy form shall view, With lustre new divinely crowned. 3 In honor to his name Reflect that sacred light, And loud that grace proclaim Which makes thy darkness bright: Pursue his praise till sovereign love In worlds above thy glory raise. 2 Such was his zeal for God, What angels could not do: All words exceed, and tho'ts surpass. 3 He left his starry crown, And laid his robes aside; On wings of love came down, And wept, and bled, and died: What he endured O! who can tell, O happy men that pay Their constant service there! 3 They go from strength to strength, Till each in heaven appears; To save our souls from death and hell! 4 The Lord his people loves; 4 From the dark grave he rose, The mansions of the dead; Up thro' the sky the Conqueror rode, 5 Jesus, we ne'er can pay The debt we owe thy love, 383 him that chose us first, Before the world began To him that bore the curse, To save rebellious man : To him that formed our hearts anew, Are endless praise and glory due. 2 The Father's love shall run Through our immortal songs: Hosannas on our tongues: 3 Let every saint above, And angel round the throne, For ever bless and love The sacred Three in One: Thus heaven shall raise his honors high His hand no good withholds From those his heart approves ; From pure and pious souls: Thrice happy he, O God of hosts, Whose spirit trusts alone in thee. FOR SOCIAL AND PRIVATE WORSHIP. 385 THY works, not mine, O Christ! They bid my fear depart: To whom, save thee who canst alone 2 Thy tears, not mine, O Christ, To whom, save thee, &c. 3 Thy wounds, not mine, O Christ, 4 5 The balm that makes me whole : Thy cross, not mine, O Christ, Of sins that none could bear To whom, save thee, &c. Thy death, not mine, O Christ, Ten thousand deaths like mine 6 Thy righteousness alone Can clothe and beautify; 2 For ten thousand blessings given, For the hope of future joy, [heaven, Sound his praise through earth and Sound Jehovah's praise on high. Joyfully on earth adore him, Till in heaven our song we raise; There, enraptured, fall before him, Lost to wonder, love, and praise. FOR SOCIAL AND PRIVATE WORSHIP. 387 JESUS! who on Calv'ry's mountain 2 Dark is all the world before me, Darker yet eternity! In thy word I hear thee saying, 66 Come, and I will give you rest;" Glad the gracious call obeying, See, I hasten to thy breast. Grant, oh, grant thy Spirit's teaching, That I may not go astray, Till, the gate of heaven reaching, Earth and sin are passed away! 388 2 SAVIOUR, breathe an evening bless [ing, Ere repose our spirits seal : Sin and want we come confessing, Thou canst save and thou canst heal. Though destruction walk around us, Though the arrow near us fly, Angel-guards from thee surround us, We are safe if thou art nigh. Though the night be dark and dreary, Darkness cannot hide from thee; Thou art he who, never weary, Watchest where thy people be. [us, Should swift death this night o'ertake And our couch become our tomb, May the morn in heaven awake us, Clad in light and deathless bloom. |