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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.
Thy brightest majesty!
My Lord, remember me. : Wesley's Col.
HYMN 466. 7.& 6. Amsterdam. [*] g1 STAND th' omnipotent decree;
D Jehovah's will be done!
And hear her final groan:
In death the wicked and the just:
And grind us into dust,
At his Redeemer's beck,
Like flames o'er nature's funeral pyre,
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. [*]
IL Bursting forth from yonder cloud!
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.
N Heaven with hallelujahs rang,
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.
Orir God for ever and ever.
1 Our faithful, unchangeable Friend;
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;
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.
The honors of my God!
Shall spread thy praise abroad.
Though death will close my eyes :
And sweeter raptures rise. .
Their grateful tribute pay:
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.
WITH darkness whelmed, in error lost
And pour the grateful song of praise,
Gould's Ch. Harm.