On sinners of a mortal race, To call them sons of God! 2 'Tis no surprising thing, 3 4 That we should be unknown; The Jewish world knew not their King, God's everlasting Son. Nor doth it yet appear How great we must be made; But when we see our Saviour here, We shall be like our Head. A hope so much divine, May trials well endure, May purge our souls from sense and sin, 5 If in my Father's love I share a filial part, Send down thy Spirit, like a dove, To rest upon my heart. Like slaves beneath the throne; My faith shall Abba, Father, cry, 124. Doxology.-Jude 24, 25. 1 To God the only wise, Our Saviour, and our King, Let all the saints below the skies Their humble praises bring. 2 'Tis his Almighty love, His counsel, and his care, 3 Preserves us safe from sin and death, And every hurtful snare. He will present our souls, Before the glory of his face, 5 Then all the chosen seed Shall meet around the throne, To our Redeemer God, 125. "Be thou faithful unto death." -Rev. ii. 10. 1 2 OUR Captain leads us on, "Be faithful unto death, Partake my victory, And thou shalt wear this glorious wreath, 3 'Tis thus the righteous Lord To every soldier saith; Eternal life is the reward Of all-victorious faith. 4 Who conquer in his might, The victor's meed receive; They claim a kingdom in his right, 126. "Behold I stand at the door and knock."-Rev. iii. 20. I COME, let us who in Christ believe, Our common Saviour praise; To Him with joyful voices give F 2 He now stands knocking at the door The worst need keep Him out no more, 3 Through grace we hearken to thy voice, In sure and certain hope rejoice, 4 Come quickly in, Thou heavenly guest, 127. The Saints in Glory.-Rev. vii. 13, to the end. 1 How bright these glorious spirits shine! Whence all their white array? How came they to the blissful seats 2 Lo! these are they from sufferings great Who came to realms of light, And in the blood of Christ have wash'd 3 Now with triumphal palms they stand And serve the God they love, amidst 4 His presence fills each heart with joy, 5 Hunger and thirst are felt no more, God is their sun, whose cheering beams 6 The Lamb which dwells amidst the throne Feed them with nourishment divine, 7 'Mong pastures green He'll lead his flock, 128. The water of Life.-Rev. xxii. 17. 2 For every thirsty longing heart, And life, and health, and bliss impart, 3 Ye sinners, come; 'tis mercy's voice, 4 Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts; And take the bliss thy love imparts, 129. The Heavenly Jerusalem.-Rev. xxi. and xxii. 1 JERUSALEM! my happy home! When shall my labours have an end, 2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold? Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong, 3 0, when, thou city of my God, Where congregations ne'er break up, 4 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Bless'd seats! through rude and stormy scenes, 5 Why should I shrink at pain and wo? 6 Apostles, martyrs, prophets there, 7 Jerusalem! my happy home! My soul still pants for thee; |