JESUS IS GOD! THE SOLID EARTH. Backward our thoughts through ages stretch, Onward through endless bliss; For there are two eternities, And both alike are His! Jesus is God! let sorrow come, All are worth while, for all are means Worth while a thousand years of life If by our Credo we might own Jesus is God! oh, could I now Oh, had I but an angel's voice, I would proclaim so loud,Jesus, the good, the beautiful, Is everlasting God! Jesus is God! if on the earth More tender must our love become, 359 1 We are not angels, but we may KING OF KINGS, AND WILT THOU DEIGN? W. A. MUHLENBERG, D.D., author of "I would not live alway." 1859. KING ING of kings, and wilt Thou deign Then, like heaven's angelic bands, At Thy Word my will shall bow, So reads the written copy, kindly furnished me by the author. In the printed volume of his poems, this line is changed thus: "Other Sovereign, none I'll own." O CHRIST, THE LORD OF HEAVEN! Zeal shall haste on eager wing, Tuned by Thee in sweet accord, Be it so my heart's Thy throne, 361 O CHRIST, THE LORD OF HEAVEN! RAY PALMER, D.D., May 9, 1867. Praise to Christ. Rev. xix. 16. O CHRIST, the Lord of heaven, to Thee, Eternal power and glory be, Eternal praise of right is Thine! Reign, Prince of Life! that once Thy brow Adored the Son of God first-born! From angel hosts that round Thee stand, With forms more pure than spotless snow, From the bright, burning seraph band, Let praise in loftiest numbers flow! To Thee, the Lamb, our mortal songs, Our lips would sound it to the skies. Jesus! all earth shall speak the word; CHRIST JUDGING THE WORLD. "WHEN the Son of Man shall come in His glory, and all the holy angels with Hir, then shall He sit upon the throne of His glory. And before Him shall be gathered all nations: and He shall separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth his sheep from the goats.”. MATT. XXV. 31, 32. "We must all appear before the judgment-seat of Christ; that every one may receive the things done in his body."-2 COR. v. 10. JUDEX mundi quum sedebit, Quidquid latet apparebit, Nil inultum remanebit. Quid sum, miser, tunc dicturus, Quem patronum rogaturus, Rex tremenda majestatis, Recordare, JESU pie, Quærens me sedisti lassus, Tantus labor non sit cassus ! Justæ Judex ultionis, Donum fac remissionis Ante diem rationis ! Oro supplex et acclinis, Cor contritum, quasi cinis; Gere curam mei finis. Amen. From the Dies Ira. |