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CXXI.

THE UNIVERSAL ANTHEM.*

Praise Jehovah, praise Jehovah,

All ye bright, angelic throngs, Shout his praises, shout his praises,

Earth, with thy ten thousand tongues ; Tell the glad and thrilling story,

Ocean, with thy thunders loud ; Show his glory, show his glory,

Tempest, flashing from the cloud.

Lo! his kingdom,-lo! his kingdom,

Stretches now from shore to shore; He is mighty, he is mighty,

He shall reign forevermore. In the dust his foes are fallen,

All their mighty heads lie low, Crushed to earth and ground to powder

By his last tremendous blow.

Let rejoicing, let rejoicing

Fill our hearts with gladness now; Give him honor, give him honor,

And before his footstool bow,

* And a voice came out of the throne, saying, Praise our God, all ye his servants, and ye that fear him, both small and great. And I heard as it were the voice of a great multitude, and as the voice of many waters, and as the voice of mighty thunderings, saying, Alleluia : for the Lord God omnipotent reigneth. Let us be glad and rejoice, and give honor to him ; for the marriage of the Lamb is come, and his wife hath made herself ready. And to her was granted that she should be arrayed in fine linen, clean and white: for the fine linen is the righteousness of saints.-Rev. xix. 5-8.

For the long-expected marriage

Of the glorious Lamb has come,
And the bride hath made her ready.

To attend him to his home.

Church triumphant, Church triumphant,

Ne'er shall sink again thy head
In the dust, beneath the footsteps

Of thy foes, forever fled ;
Clothe thyself in finest linen,

White and clean as fallen snow,
Robe of righteousness adorns thee,

Stain of sin shall never know.

Once again repeat the wonders

Of the triumph of the Lord,
Shout the song with pealing thunders,

All his mighty acts record;
Let hosannas, loud hosannas,

From creation's countless throngs,
Roll in surges like the ocean,

Filling heaven with sounding songs.

CXXII.

BLESSED ARE THEY THAT ARE CALLED TO THE MARRIAGE SUPPER OF THE LAMB."

Sweet are the words that fill our ears,

Like heavenly music to the soul,
Changing to smiles our falling tears,

And bidding broken hearts be whole.

* Rev. xix. 9.

Blest are the men that hear the call

That bids them to the wedding feast; O what delights await them all,

Of fruits delicious to their taste.

A glorious vision fills their eyes:

The fairest of the sons of men, The Lamb who was their sacrifice,

Doth now the kingly state maintain. They look upon his glorious face,

Bright shining as the morning sun,
And sweet assurance there they trace

Of everlasting joys begun.
There they shall see, in stainless dress,

The bride adorned with all her charms, As, coming from the wilderness,

She leans on her beloved's arms.

O there forever shall they rest,

And feast their souls on heavenly bread; With all heaven's dainties now possessed,

Which on the festal board are spread.

There with united hearts and tongues,

And golden harps' delicious sound, They all shall sing triumphal songs,

While heaven with rapture shall resound.

CANTO III.

1.

THE LAST PREMILLENNIAL CONFLICT.

1

Look yonder! in the clouds of heaven uprolled
A vision full of wonder and surprise,
Mid gorgeous tints of purple, white, and gold,
A way to heaven lies open through the skies,—
A way down which full many a cherub flies,
A beaten way down from those heights sublime,
So bright, what mortal looks upon it dies;

Those walls which tower above the wrecks of time Appear: their open gates reveal that glorious clime.

II.

A rider on a milk-white horse comes forth, *
Most glorious of all visions we have seen,-
His eyes flash fiery flames upon the earth,
And many crowns cast their resplendent sheen
From his white brow. A sword with edges keen
Flames from his mouth, with which to smite.
“FAITHFUL AND TRUE” his name hath ever been,

His wars he wages in behalf of right,
In truth and righteous judgments always takes delight.

* Rev. xix. 11.

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