g 5 Sublime upon his azure throne,
He speaks, the Almighty Word:
His fiat is obeyed! 'tis done;
And paradise restored.

6 So be it! let this system end, This ruined earth and skies; s The New Jerusalem descend, The New Creation rise.

7 Thy power omnipotent assume ; Thy brightest majesty!

And when thou dost in glory come,

My Lord, remember me.

HYMN 466. 7 & 6. Amsterdam, [*]

g 1 STAND th' omnipotent decree ;

Jehovah's will be done!

Nature's end we wait to see,
And hear her final groan :
Let this earth dissolve, and blend
In death the wicked and the just:
Let those ponderous orbs descend,
And grind us into dust,

-2 Rests secure the righteous man,
At his Redeemer's beck,
Sure to emerge, and rise again,
And mount above the wreck:
Lo! the heavenly spirit towers,

Like flames o'er nature's funeral pyre,
Triumphs in immortal powers,

And claps his wings of fire!
0 3 Nothing hath the just to lose,
By worlds on worlds destroyed;
Far beneath his feet he views,
With smiles, the flaming void;
Sees this universe renewed;

The grand millennial reign begun,
Shouts with all the sons of God,
Around th' eternal throne!
4 Resting in this glorious hope,
To be at last restored,
Yield we now our bodies up,

To earthquake, plague, or sword:
Listening for the call divine,
The last trumpet of the seven:
Soon our souls and dust shall join,
And both fly up to heaven.

23

C. Wesley.

HYMN 467. P. M. Luther's Hymn. [*]

G

1REAT God! what do I see and hear!
The end of things created!

The Judge of man I see appear,

On clouds of glory seated!

Beneath his cross I view the day,

When heaven and earth shall pass away,

And thus prepare to meet him.

Luther.

[*]

1 HARK! that shout of rapturous joy,

Bursting forth from yonder cloud!

Jesus comes!--and through the sky,
Angels tell their joy aloud.

2 Hark! the trumpet's awful voice
Sounds abroad, through sea and land :
Let his people now rejoice!

Their redemption is at hand.

3 See! the Lord appears in view:
Heaven and earth before him fly!
Rise, ye saints, he comes for you-
Rise to meet him in the sky.
4 Go, and dwell with him above,
Where no foe can e'er molest :
Happy in the Saviour's love!
Ever blessing, ever blest.

HYMN 469. C. M.

Praise to God.

Marlow. [*]

Kelly.

IFT up to God the voice of praise,
Whose breath our souls inspired:
Loud and more loud the anthems raise,
With grateful ardor fired!

2 Lift up to God the voice of praise,
Whose goodness, passing thought,
Loads every moment, as it flies,
With benefits unsought!

3 Lift up to God the voice of praise,
From whom salvation flows,

Who sent his Son our souls to save

From everlasting woes.

4 Lift up to God the voice of praise,

For hope's transporting ray,

Which lights through darkest shades of death,

To realms of endless day.

Reed's Col

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SON

HYMN 470. 7s. Sudbury. [*]
Glory to God in the Highest.
ONGS of praise the angels sang,
Heaven with hallelujahs rang,
When Jehovah's work begun,
When he spake and it was done.
2 Songs of praise awoke the morn,
When the Prince of Peace was born;
Songs of praise arose, when he
Captive led captivity.

3 Heaven and earth must pass away,
Songs of praise shall crown that day:
God will make new heavens and earth,
Songs of praise shall hail their birth.
p 4 And shall man alone be dumb,
Till that glorious morning come?
s No! the church delights to raise
Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise.
5 Saints below, with heart and voice,
Still in songs of praise rejoice,
Learning here, by faith and love,
Songs of praise to sing above.
6 Borne upon their latest breath,
Songs of praise shall conquer death;
Then, amidst eternal joy,

Songs of praise their powers employ

1

HYMN 471. 8s.

Pratt's Col.

Our God for ever and ever.
HIS God is the God we adore,

THIS
Our faithful, unchangeable Friend;

Whose love is as large as his power,
And neither knows measure nor end.
2 'Tis Jesus, the First and the Last,
Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home;
We'll praise him for all that is past,
And trust him for all that's to come.

HYMN 472. C. M. Amherst. [*]
FOR a thousand seraph tongues
To bless th' incarnate Word!
O for a thousand thankful songs
In honor of my Lord!

2 Come, tune afresh your golden lyres,
Ye angels round the throne;

Ye saints, in all your sacred choirs,
Adore the eternal Son.

1

HYMN 473. C. M. St. Ann's. [*]
ES-I will bless thee, O my God!
Through all my mortal days,

YES

And to eternity prolong

Thy vast, thy boundless praise.

2 Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim
The honors of my God!

My life, with all its active powers,
Shall spread thy praise abroad.
3 Not death itself shall stop my song,
Though death will close my eyes:
My thoughts shall then to nobler heights
And sweeter raptures rise.

4 There shall my lips in endless praise
Their grateful tribute pay:

The theme demands an angel's tongue,
And an eternal day.

HYMN 474.

1

Heginbotham.

7s & 6s. Amsterdam. [*]

Universal Praise.

PRAISE the Lord, who reigns above,

And keeps his courts below:
Praise him for his boundless love,
And all his greatness show.
2 Praise him for his noble deeds,
Praise him for his matchless power:
Him, from whom all good proceeds,
Let earth and heaven adore.
3 Publish, spread to all around,
The great Immanuel's name;
Let the gospel-trumpet sound,
Him, Prince of Peace proclaim.
4 Praise him, every tuneful string :
All the reach of heavenly art,
All the power of music bring,
The music of the heart.

5 Him, in whom they move and live,
Let every creature sing;

Glory to our Saviour give,
And homage to our King.

6 Hallowed be his name beneath, As in heaven on earth adored; Praise the Lord in every breath,

Let all things praise the Lord. Pratt's Col.

OCCASIONAL PIECES.

I.

1 ON Judah's plain, the minstrel lyre
Is hushed, for mirth has winged her flight;
In Zion's courts the holy fire

Is quenched, and sorrow veils the night;-
No lamp illumes yon vaulted way,
Save one pale orb that burns alone.

2 'Tis Bethlehem's star; the holy gem
That hailed the Godhead from the skies;
"Tis Bethlehem's star! the diadem
That tells the conqueror shall rise:
He rises-and the golden choir
Of angel minstrels wakes the song.

Gould's Church Harmony.

II.

Select Hymn, p. 657.

HARK! what mean those holy voices, &c.

III.

Ancient Lyre.

WITH darkness whelmed, in error lost
On sin's tempestuous ocean tossed,
While hope withdrew her cheering ray,
Despairing nature sunk away :-
When lo! to raise a drooping earth,
Behold, behold, a wondrous birth:
To calm the mind and dry your tears
The holy babe of life appears.
The voice of joy let nature raise,
And pour the grateful song of praise,-
Hail with a loud acclaim the morn,
The Saviour of the earth is born.

Gould's Ch. Harm.