406 AT thy rebuke, O Jacob's God,
Both horse and chariot fell :
Who knows the terrors of thy rod?
Thy vengeance who can tell?
What power can stand before thy sight,
When once thy wrath appears?
When heaven shines round with dreadful
light,
The earth lies still and fears.
407 HAPPY the church, thou sacred place,
The seat of thy Creator's grace;
Thine holy courts are his abode,
Thou earthly palace of our God!
Thy walls are strength, and at thy gates
A guard of heavenly warriors waits;
Nor shall thy deep foundations move
Fix'd on his counsels and his love.
Thy foes in vain designs engage,
Against his throne in vain they rage;
Like rising waves, with angry roar,
That dash and die upon the shore.
Then let our souls in Zion dwell,
Nor fear the wrath of Rome nor hell;
His arms embrace this happy ground,
Like brazen bulwarks built around.
408 SINNERS, with joy look up!
The herald's feet appear;
He comes from Zion's sacred top,
A gospel messenger.
The end of war and sin,
In Christ, your peace, obtain :
And when his kingdom reigns within,
It shall for ever reign.
409 NO strife shall vex Messiah's reign
Or mar those peaceful years;
To ploughshares men shall beat their
swords,
To pruning-hooks their spears.
No longer hosts encountering hosts,
Their millions slain deplore;
They hang the trumpet in the hall,
And study war no more.
Come, then! oh, come from every land,
To worship at his shrine,
And, walking in the light of God,
With holy beauties shine.
410 JESUS, my all, to heaven is gone,
He whom I fix'd my hopes upon,
His track I see, and I'll pursue
The narrow way, till him I view.
The way the holy prophets went,
The road that leads from banishment,
The King's highway of holiness,
I'll go, for all his paths are peace.
Lo! glad I come; and thou, blest lamb,
Shalt take me to thee, as I am :
Nothing but sin have I to give ;
Nothing but love shall I receive.
411 JOY to the world; the Lord is come!
Let earth receive her King :
Let every heart prepare him room,
And heaven and nature sing.
Joy to the earth; the Saviour reigns!
Let men their songs employ :
While fields, and floods, rocks, hills, and
plains,
Repeat the sounding joy.
No more let sins and sorrows grow,
No thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make his blessings flow
Far as the curse is found.
He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of his righteousness,
And wonders of his love.
412 WHEN we cannot see our way,
Let us trust and still obey;
He who bids us forward go,
Cannot fail the way to show.
413 AWAKE, all conquering Arm, awake,
And Satan's mighty empire shake;
Assert the honours of thy throne,
And make this ruin'd world thine own.
414 HASTEN, Lord! the promised hour;
Come in glory and in power;
Still thy foes are unsubdued;
Nature sighs to be renew'd.
Time has nearly reach'd its sum,
All things with thy bride say " Come ;"
Jesus, whom all worlds adore,
Come, and reign for evermore !
415 WHERE'ER the sun begins its race,
Or ends its swift career,
Both east and west shall own his grace
And Christ be honoured there.
Ten thousand crowns upon his brow,
Declare his victories won :
O may his conquests ever grow,
While time its course shall run.
416 WHEN shall thy lovely face be seen?
When shall our eyes behold our God?
What lengths of distance lie between,
And hills of guilt !—a heavy load !
Ye heavenly gates, loose all your chains:
Let the eternal pillars bow !
Blest Saviour, cleave the starry plains,
And make the crystal mountains flow!
Put thy bright robes of triumph on,
And bless our eyes, and bless our ears,
Thou absent Love, thou dear unknown,
Thou fairest of ten thousand fairs.
417 JEHOVAH speaks the healing word,
And no disease withstands;
Fevers and plagues obey the Lord,
And fly at his commands.
If half the strings of life should break,
He can our frame restore;
He casts our sins behind his back,
And they are found no more.
GREAT God of wonders! all thy ways
Are matchless, God-like, and divine;
But the fair glories of thy grace
More God-like and unrivall'd shine :
Who is a pardoning God like thee?
Or who has grace so rich and free?
Crimes of such horror to forgive,
Such guilty, daring worms to spare;
This is thy grand prerogative,
And none shall in the honour share :
Who is a pardoning God like thee?
Or who has grace so rich and free?
419 FALL, ye idols, fall before him, Lo, the living God appears; All ye Gods around adore him,
Tremble and confess your fears; Prostrate from your places hurl'd, Own the God that made the world.
Hark! a cry among the nations,
"Come, and let us seek the Lord:
Vain our former expectations;
Vain the idols we ador'd:
Zion's King is God alone:
Let us bow before his throne."
420 GREAT God, I love thy sacred word;
What light and joy its leaves afford !
Thy precepts guide my doubtful way,
Thy fear forbids my feet to stray.
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