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SWAN.

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1094 Certainty of the resurrection dispels the

WHY

gloom of the grave.

HY do we mourn for dying friends, Or shake at death's alarms? "Tis but the voice that Jesus sends,

To call them to his arms.

2 Are we not tending upward too, As fast as time can move?

Nor should we wish the hours more slow, To keep us from our love.

3 Why should we tremble to convey Their bodies to the tomb?

There once the flesh of Jesus lay,

And left a long perfume.

4 The graves of all his saints he blest,
And soften'd every bed:
Where should the dying members rest,
But with their dying Head?

5 Thence he arose, ascending high,
And show'd our feet the way:
Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly,

At the great rising day.

6 Then let the last, loud trumpet sound,

And bid our kindred rise :

Awake, ye nations under ground;

Ye saints, ascend the skies.

3 Lo! from their seats the mountains leap; The mountains are not found;

Transported far into the deep,
And in the ocean drown'd.

4 Who then shall live and face the throne, And see the Judge severe ?

When heaven and earth are fled and gone,
O where shall I appear?

5 Now, only now, against that hour
We may a place provide;
Beyond the grave, beyond the power
Of hell, our spirits hide :

6 Firm in the all-destroying shock,
May view the final scene;
For, lo! the everlasting Rock
Is cleft to take us in.

VAIN man, thy fond pursuits forbear;

Repent, thine end is nigh;

Death, at the farthest, can't be far:
O think before thou die.

2 Reflect, thou hast a soul to save;
Thy sins, how high they mount!
What are thy hopes beyond the grave?
How stands that dark account?

3 Death enters, and there's no defence;
His time there's none can tell;
He'll in a moment call thee hence,
To heaven, or down to hell.

4 Thy flesh (perhaps thy greatest care) Shall into dust consume;

But, ah! destruction stops not there;
Sin kills beyond the tomb.

1044

Praise for protecting mercy.

2 The tempest heard his voice,
The winds obey'd his will;
The elements withheld their noise,
And all the floods were still.

3 With joy we hail'd the shore,
And safe the vessel moor'd;
With grateful hearts, that happy hour,
We praised the ocean's Lord.

4 Thus, while o'er seas we roam,
Thy goodness, Lord, we see;
Though distant from our native home,
We are not far from thee.

5 And when this life is past,
And we are call'd to die,
O may we see thy face at last
In realms beyond the sky.

6 Then, as we join the bands
Beyond the swelling wave,

We'll praise thee with uplifted hands, And sing thy power to save.

841 Now we see through a glass, darkly. 130-c.

is in the sea;
THY way
Thy paths we cannot trace;
Nor solve, O Lord, the mystery
Of thy unbounded grace.

2 Here the dark veils of sense
Our captive souls surround;
Mysterious deeps of providence
Our wond'ring thoughts confound.
3 As through a glass we see
The wonders of thy love;
How little do we know of thee,
Or of the joys above!

4 In part we know thy will,
And bless thee for the sight:
Soon will thy love the rest reveal
In glory's clearer light.

5 With joy shall we survey
Thy providence and grace;
And spend an everlasting day
In wonder, love, and praise.

REJOICE in Jesus' birth,

To us a Son is given;

To us a child is born on earth,

Who made both earth and heaven.

2 He reigns above the sky,

This universe sustains;

The God supreme, the Lord most high, The king Messiah reigns.

3 The mighty God is He, Author of heavenly bliss; The Father of eternity,

The glorious Prince of peace. 4 His government shall grow,

From strength to strength proceed: His righteousness the church o'erflow, And all the earth o'erspread.

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WHAT delight is this, Which now in Christ we know,An earnest of our glorious bliss, Our heaven begun below!

2 When He the table spreads,
How royal is the cheer;

With rapture we lift up our heads,
And own that God is here.

3 The Lamb for sinners slain,
Who died to die no more,
Let all the ransom'd sons of men,
With all his hosts, adore.

4 Let earth and heaven be join'd,
His glories to display,
And hymn the Saviour of mankind
In one eternal day.

739 The universal victory of the cross. 135-a.

JESU

ESUS, the Conqu'ror, reigns, In glorious strength array'd; His kingdom over all maintains, And bids the earth be glad:

Ye sons of men, rejoice

In Jesus' mighty love;

Lift up your heart, lift up your voice,
To Him who rules above.

2 Extol his kingly power;

Kiss the exalted Son,

Who died, and lives to die no more,
High on his Father's throne:

Our Advocate with God,

He undertakes our cause,

And spreads through all the earth abroad The vict'ry of his cross.

full of thee, Thy

light,

thy maj es- ty. es- ty.

2 Loud hallelujahs to thy Name,
Angels and seraphim proclaim:
By all the powers and thrones in heaven,
Eternal praise to thee is given.
3 Apostles join the glorious throng,
And swell the loud triumphant song:
Prophets and martyrs hear the sound,
And spread the hallelujah round.
4 Glory to thee, O God most high!
Father, we praise thy majesty :
The Son, the Spirit, we adore;
One Godhead, blest for evermore.

840 Your life is hid with Christ in God. 26-a.

In all his Father's majesty,
In everlasting pomp to reign.
4 To him continually aspire,
Contending for your native place;
And emulate the angel choir,

And only live to love and praise.

5 For who by faith your Lord receive, Ye nothing seek or want beside; Dead to the world and sin ye live; Your creature-love is crucified.

6 Your real life, with Christ conceal'd, Deep in the Father's bosom lies; And glorious as your Head reveal'd, Ye soon shall meet him in the skies.

fraid?

389

Seeking deliverance and rest. 39-a.

AWAKED from sin's delusive sleep,
My heavy guilt I feel, and weep:
Beneath a weight of woes oppress'd,
I come to thee, my Lord, for rest.
2 Now, from thy throne of grace above,
Look down upon my soul in love;-
That smile shall sweeten all my pain,
And make my soul rejoice again.
3 By thy divine, transforming power,
My ruin'd nature now restore;
And let my life and temper shine,
In blest resemblance, Lord, to thine.

Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates;
Ye everlasting doors, give way!

2 Loose all your bars of massy light,

And wide unfold the' ethereal scene; He claims these mansions as his right; Receive the King of glory in!

Who is the King of glory? Who?

The Lord, that all our foes o'ercame ;The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew;And Jesus is the Conqu'ror's name.

3 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay;
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates;
Ye everlasting doors, give way!
Who is the King of glory? Who?

The Lord, of glorious power possess'd;-
The King of saints and angels too;-
God over all, forever blest!

Y soul, through my Redeemer's care,
Saved from the second death, I feel;
Mine eyes from tears of dark despair,
My feet from falling into hell.

2 Wherefore to him my feet shall run;
My eyes on his perfections gaze;
My soul shall live for God alone,
And all within me shout his praise.