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Pierced and nailed him to the tree,
Deeply wailing-

Shall the true Messiah see.

3 Every island, sea, and mountain,
Heaven and earth shall flee away;
All who hate him must, confounded,
Hear the trump proclaim the day;
Come to judgment!

Come to judgment! come away!
4 Yea, Amen! let all adore thee,
High on thine eternal throne !
Saviour! take the power and glory;
Claim the kingdom for thine own!
Oh come quickly-
Hallelujah! Come, Lord, come !

HYMN 463. C. M.

OLIVER.

Lanesboro'. [b]

Prospect of the Resurrection unto Life.

e 1

THE

HROUGH sorrow's night, and danger's path,
Amid the deepening gloom,

We, soldiers of an injured King,

Are marching to the tomb.

2 There, when the turmoil is no more,

And all our powers decay,

p Our cold remains in solitude

Shall sleep the years away.

3 Our labours done, securely laid In this our last retreat, Unheeded, o'er our silent dust,

The storms of life shall beat.

4 Yet not thus lifeless, thus inane,
The vital spark shall lie;

For o'er life's wreck that spark shall rise
To seek its kindred sky.

5 These ashes too, this little dust,
Our Father's care shall keep,

o Till the last angel rise and break The long and dreary sleep.

p 6 Then love's soft dew o'er every eye Shall shed its mildest rays,

u

And the long silent dust shall burst
With shouts of endless praise.

H. K. WHITE.

HYMN 464. C. M. Archdale. [*]
The Resurrection of the Christian.

MY faith shall triumph o'er the grave,

1 M

And trample on the tombs :

My Jesus, my Redeemer lives,
My God, my Saviour comes;
Ere long I know he shall appear,
In power and glory great;
And death, the last of all his foes,
Lie vanquished at his feet.

e 2 Then though the worms my flesh devour,
And make my form their prey,

I know I shall arise with power,
On the last judgment day:

When God shall stand upon the earth,
Him there mine eyes shall see;

My flesh shall feel a second birth,

And ever with him be.

p 3 Then his own hand shall wipe the tears
From every weeping eye;

And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears,
Shall cease eternally.

o How long, dear Saviour! O, how long

Shall this bright hour delay!

s O, hasten thy appearance, Lord, And bring the welcome day.

WATTS.

HYMN 465. C. M. St. Ann's. [* or b]

e 1 JESUS, to thy dear wounds we flee, We seek thy bleeding side;

-Assured that all who trust in thee

Shall evermore abide.

u 2 Then let the thundering trumpet souna, The latest lightning glare;

e The mountains melt; the solid ground

e

Dissolve as liquid air;

o 3 The huge celestial bodies roll,

Amidst that general fire,

And shrivel as a parchment scroll,
And all in smoke expire!

-4 Yet still the Lord, the Saviour reigns,
When nature is destroyed,

And no created thing remains
Throughout the flaming void.

g 5 Sublime upon his azure throne,
He speaks,-th' Almighty Word:
His fiat is obeyed! 'tis done;
And paradise restored.

6 So be it! let this system end, This ruined earth and skies; s The New Jerusalem descend, The New Creation rise.

7 Thy power omnipotent assume; Thy brightest majesty !

And when thou dost in glory come,

My Lord, remember me.

WESLEY'S COL.

HYMN 466. 7 & 6. Amsterdam. [*]

g 1 STAND th' omnipotent decree;

Jehovah's will be done!

Nature's end we wait to see,
And hear her final groan:
Let this earth dissolve, and blend
In death the wicked and the just:
Let those ponderous orbs descend,
And grind us into dust.

-2 Rests secure the righteous man,
At his Redeemer's beck,

Sure to emerge, and rise again,

And mount above the wreck :
Lo! the heavenly spirit towers,

Like flames o'er nature's funeral pyre;
Triumphs in immortal powers,
And claps his wings of fire!
o 3 Nothing hath the just to lose,
By worlds on worlds destroyed;
Far beneath his feet he views,
With smiles, the flaming void;
Sees this universe renewed;

The grand millennial reign begun,
Shouts with all the sons of God,
Around th' eternal throne!
4 Resting in this glorious hope,
To be at last restored,
Yield we now our bodies up,

To earthquake, plague, or sword;
Listening for the call divine,
The last trumpet of the seven :
Soon our souls and dust shall join,
And both fly up to heaven.
SELECT. 23

C. WESLEY.

HYMN 467. P. M. Luther's Hymn. [*]

GREAT God! what do I see and hear!

The end of things created!

The Judge of man I see appear,
On clouds of glory seated!
Beneath his cross I view the day,

When heaven and earth shall pass away,
And thus prepare to meet him.

1

HAR

LUTHER.

HYMN 468. 7s. Lincoln. [*]
ARK! that shout of rapturous joy,
Bursting forth from yonder cloud!
Jesus comes!-and through the sky,
Angels tell their joy aloud.

2 Hark! the trumpet's awful voice
Sounds abroad, through sea and land:
Let his people now rejoice!
Their redemption is at hand.

3 See! the Lord appears in view:
Heaven and earth before him fly!
Rise, ye saints, he comes for you-
Rise to meet him in the sky.

4 Go, and dwell with him above,
Where no foe can e'er molest:
Happy in the Saviour's love!

Ever blessing, ever blest.

KELLY.

HYMN 469. C. M. Marlow. [*]

Praise to God.

1 LIFT up to God the voice of praise,

Whose breath our souls inspired:

Loud and more loud the anthems raise,
With grateful ardor fired!

2 Lift up to God the voice of praise,
Whose goodness, passing thought,
Loads every moment, as it flies,
With benefits unsought!

3 Lift up to God the voice of praise,
From whom salvation flows,
Who sent his Son our souls to save
From everlasting woes.

4 Lift up to God the voice of praise,
For hope's transporting ray,

Which lights through darkest shades of death,

To realms of endless day.

REED'S COL.

HYMN 470. 7s. Sudbury. [*]

Glory to God in the Highest.

s 1 ONGS of praise the angels sang,
Heaven with hallelujahs rang,

When Jehovah's work begun,
When he spake and it was done.
2 Songs of praise awoke the morn,
When the Prince of Peace was born;
Songs of praise arose, when he
Captive led captivity.

3 Heaven and earth must pass away,
Songs of praise shall crown that day:
God will make new heavens and earth,
Songs of praise shall hail their birth.
p 4 And shall man alone be dumb,
Till that glorious morning come?
s No! the church delights to raise
Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise.
5 Saints below, with heart and voice,
Still in songs of praise rejoice,
Learning here, by faith and love,
Songs of praise to sing above.

6 Borne upon their latest breath, Songs of praise shall conquer death; Then, amidst eternal joy,

Songs of praise their powers employ. PRATT'S COL.

HYMN 471. 8s. Drummond. [*]

Our God for ever and ever.

HIS God is the God we adore,

1 THIS

Our faithful, unchangeable FRIEND;

Whose love is as large as his power,
And neither knows measure nor end.

2 'Tis Jesus, the FIRST and the LAST,
Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home;
We'll praise him for all that is past,
And trust him for all that's to come.

HYMN 472. C. M.

Amherst. [*]

FOR a thousand seraph tongues
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O for a thousand thankful songs

In honour of my Lord!