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4 But in his looks a glory stands,
The noblest labor of thine hands:
The pleasing lustre of his eyes
Outshines the wonders of the skies.
5 Grace, 'tis a sweet, a charming theme;
My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name;
Ye angels, dwell upon the sound;
Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground.
6 O, may I reach the happy place
Where he unveils his lovely face,
His beauties there may I behold,
And sing his name to harps of gold.

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Christ's final Triumph.

1 LET us awake our joys;
Strike up with cheerful voice;
Each creature, sing;
Angels, begin the song;
Mortals, the strain prolong,
In accents sweet and strong,
"Jesus is King."

2 Proclaim abroad his name;
Tell of his matchless fame;
What wonders done;

Above, beneath, around,
Let all the earth resound,
"Till heaven's high arch rebound,
"Victory is won."

3 He vanquished sin and hell,
And our last foe will quell;
Mourners, rejoice;

His dying love adore;

KINGSBURY.

Praise him, now raised in power;
Praise him forevermore,

With joyful voice.

4 All hail the glorious day,

When, through the heavenly way,
Lo, he shall come,

While they who pierced him wail;
His promise shall not fail;
Saints, see your King prevail :
Great Saviour, come.

321.

L. M.

WATTS.

Christ the Redeemer and Judge.

1 NOW to the Lord, who makes us know
The wonders of his dying love,
Be humble honors paid below,

And strains of nobler praise above.

2 "Twas he who cleansed us from our sins,
And washed us in his precious blood;
'Tis he who makes us priests and kings,
And brings us rebels near to God.

3 To Jesus, our atoning Priest,
To Jesus, our eternal King,
Be everlasting power confessed;
Let every tongue his glory sing.

4 Behold, on flying clouds he comes,
And every eye shall see him move;
Though with our sins we pierced him once,
Now he displays his pardoning love.

5 The unbelieving world shall wail,
While we rejoice to see the day:
Come, Lord, nor let thy promise fail,
Nor let thy chariot long delay.

322.

H. M.

CAMPBELL'S COL.

Christ's Humiliation and Triumph.

1 COME, ye who love the Lord, And feel his quickening power, Unite, with one accord,

His goodness to adore:

To heaven and earth aloud proclaim
Your great Redeemer's glorious name.

2 He left his throne above,
His glory laid aside,

Came down on wings of love,

And wept, and bled, and died:

The pangs he bore what tongue can tell,
To save our souls from death and hell?

3 He burst the grave; he rose
Victorious from the dead;
And thence his vanquished foes
In glorious triumph led:

Up through the heavens the Conqueror rode,
Triumphant, to the throne of God.

4 Soon he again will come -
His chariot will not stay

To take his children home
To realms of endless day:

There shall we see him face to face,
And sing the triumphs of his grace.

323.

8s & 7s. [PECULIAR.]

KELLY.

Christ the Lamb enthroned and worshipped.

1 HARK! ten thousand harps and voices
Sound the note of praise above;
Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices;
Jesus reigns, the God of love:
See, he sits on yonder throne;
Jesus rules the world alone.

2 Jesus, hail! whose glory brightens
All above, and gives it worth;

• Lord of life, thy smile enlightens,

Cheers, and charms, thy saints on earth: When we think of love like thine,

Lord, we own it love divine.

3 King of glory, reign forever;

Thine an everlasting crown:

Nothing from thy love shall sever

Those whom thou hast made thine own;

Happy objects of thy grace,

Destined to behold thy face.

4 Saviour, hasten thine appearing; Bring, O, bring the glorious day, When, the awful summons hearing, Heaven and earth shall pass away: Then, with golden harps, we'll sing, "Glory, glory to our King."

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Praise to God the Saviour.

1 MY Saviour, my almighty Friend,
When I begin thy praise,

WATTS.

Where will the growing numbers end,
The numbers of thy grace?

2 Thou art my everlasting trust;
Thy goodness I adore;

And since I knew thy graces first,
I speak thy glories more.

3 When I am filled with sore distress
For some surprising sin,

I'll plead thy perfect righteousness,
And mention none but thine.

4 How will my lips rejoice to tell
The victories of my King!

My soul, redeemed from sin and hell,
Shall thy salvation sing.

325.

H. M.

C. WESLEY.

Christ our King.

1 REJOICE! the Lord is King;
Your God and King adore;
Mortals, give thanks, and sing,
And triumph evermore:

Lift

up the heart; Rejoice aloud; Lift up the voice; Ye saints, rejoice.

2 His kingdom cannot fail;

He rules o'er earth and heaven;
The keys of death and hell

Are to the Saviour given:
Lift up the heart; | Rejoice aloud;
Lift up the voice; | Ye saints, rejoice.

3 He every foe shall quell,

Shall all our sins destroy;
And every bosom swell
With pure seraphic joy.

Lift up the heart; | Rejoice aloud;
Lift up the voice; Ye saints, rejoice.

4 Rejoice in glorious hope;
Jesus, the Judge, shall come,
And take his servants up

To their eternal home:

We soon shall hear The trump of God
Th' archangel's voice; | Shall sound; rejoice.

326.

10s & 11s.

WINCHELL'S SEL.

God's Servants should praise Him.

1 YE servants of God, your Master proclaim,
And publish abroad his wonderful name;
The name all-victorious of Jesus extol;
His kingdom is glorious; he rules over all.
2 God ruleth on high, almighty to save;
And still he is nigh; his presence we have:
The great congregation his triumph shall sing,
Ascribing salvation to Jesus our King.

3 "Salvation to God, who sits on the throne,"
Let all cry aloud, and honor the Son:

The praises of Jesus the angels proclaim, Fall down on their faces, and worship the Lamb. 4 Then let us adore, and give him his right, All glory and power, and wisdom and might, All honor and blessing, with angels above, And thanks never ceasing, for infinite love.

327.

8s & 7s.

Universal Adoration.

KELLY.

1 HARK! the notes of angels, singing,
"Glory, glory to the Lamb!"
All in heaven their tribute bringing,
Raising high the Saviour's name.

2 Ye for whom his life is given,
Sacred themes to you belong:
Come, assist the choir of heaven;
Join the everlasting song.

3 Filled with holy emulation,

Let us vie with those above:

Sweet the theme. - a free salvation!
Fruit of everlasting love.

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