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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.
ng Thy power omnipotent assume ;

Thy brightest majesty!
And when thou dost in glory come,

My Lord, remember me. : Wesley's Col.

HYMN 466. 7.& 6. Amsterdam. [*] g1 STAND th' omnipotent decree;

D 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,
s 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 ! 03 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 fy up to heaveil. C. Wesley. Theite: thed earthe come sky bove,


HYMN 467. P. M. Luther's Hymn. [*] CREAT God! what do I see and hear!

J 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.

HYMN 468. 7. Lincoln. [*]
1 TJARK! that shout of rapturous joy,

IL 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. Marlow. [*]

Praise to God. 1 T IFT up to God the voice of praise,

1 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

HYMN 470. 7. Sudbury. [*]

Glory to God in the Highest.
s1 CONGS of praise the angels sang,

N 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

Pratt's Col.
HYMN 471. 8s. Drummond. [*]

Orir God for ever and ever.
1 MT HIS God is the God we adore,

1 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. [*] 10 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.

HYMN 473. C. M. St. Ann's. [*] 1 VES-I will bless thee, O my God!

1 Through all my mortal days, 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. i. Heginbotham. HYMN 474. 75 & 6s. Amsterdam. [*]

Universal Praise. .. 1 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.


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.


Select Hymn, p. 657.
HARK! what mean those holy voices, &c.

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..

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.

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