Jefus, the Lord, appears at last

To make the Father's counfels known; Declares the great tranfaction's past,

And brings immortal bleffings down.

123.

THOU dear Redeemer, dying Lamb,

We love to hear of thee:

No mufic like thy lovely name
Does found fo fweet to me :

O may we ever hear thy voice
In mercy to us fpeak! ·
And in our Prieft will we rejoice,
Thou great Melchifedec!

Our Jefus fhall be still our theme,
While in this world we stay;
We'll fing our Jefu's lovely name
When all things elfe decay:
When we appear in yonder cloud,

With all his favour'd throng,

Then will we fing more sweet, more loud, And Jefus be our fong.

1

124.

TO him who fits upon the throne

We lift our heart, we lift our voice:
For Chrift, the Lord, is God alone,
And in his love will we rejoice.

2 His fov'reign pow'r, without our aid,
Form'd us of clay, and made us men ;
And when, like wand'ring sheep, we fray'd,
He brought us to his fold again.

3

We'll crowd thy gates with thankful fongs,
High as the heav'ns our voices raise;
And, join'd with thousand thousand tongues,
We'll fill thy courts with founding praise.

4 Wide as the world is thy command;
Vaft as eternity thy love;

Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move,

125.

1 HOW glorious the Lambis feen on his throne!

His labours are o'er; his battles are won.

A kingdom is given into the Lamb's hands;
His kingdom in heaven eternally stands.

2 Ye finners below, then, truft in the Lord; Look up to his arm, his honour, and word; Athirst for his favour, his Godhead adore; Look up to your Saviour, and joy evermore.

126.

PRAISE ye the Lord: the Lord is good; To praise his name is fweet employ:

Ifrael he chofe of old; and ftill

His church is his peculiar joy.

2 Blefs ye the Lord, who tafte his love;
Exalt the deår Rédeemer's name:"

In all the faints his Spirit dwells;
His church is his Jerufalem.

127.

PRAISE the Lord, who reigns above,
And keeps his courts below;

Praise the mighty God of love,

And all his greatnefs fhew; Praife him for his noble deeds;

Praife him for his matchlefs pow'r. Him, from whom all good proceeds, Let earth and heav'n adore.

128.

1 SALVATION! O the joyful found!
What pleasure to our ear!

A fov'reign balm for ev'ry wound!
A cordial for our fear!
Bleffing, honour, &c.

2 Salvation, O thou bleeding Lamb!
To thee the praise belongs:
Salvation fhall inspire our hearts,
And dwell upon our tongues,
Bleffing, honour, &c.

129.

I SALVATION to God, who fits on the throne,
Let all cry aloud; and honour the Son:
Our Jefus's praises the angels proclaim;
Fall down on their faces, and worship the Lamb.

2 Then let us adore, and give him his right,
All glory and pow'r, and wisdom, and might;
All honour and bleffing with angels above;
And thanks never ceafing for infinite love.

130.

SALVATION's of God, th' effect of free grace,
Upon us beftow'd before the world was:
God from everlasting be bleft-and again—
Bleft to everlasting-Amen and amen.

I

131.

LESSINGS for ever on the Lamb,

BLESSI

Who bore the curfe for wretched man:

Let angels found his facred name,

And ev'ry creature fay—Amen.

GLORIA PATRI, ET FILIO, ET SPIRITUI SANCTO.

132. BLEST be the Father for his love:

To this celeftial fource we owe

Rivers of endless joy above,

And rills of comfort here below.

2 Bleft be the Son, in whom we have
Redemption through his precious blood:

He died our guilty fouls to fave,
And bring us back in peace to God.