C. M.

The Resurrection of the Christian.
faith shall triumph o'er the grave,

HYMN 464.

■ 1 M And trample on the tombs :

Archdale. [*]

My Jesus, my Redeemer lives,

My God, my Saviour comes;
Ere long I know he shall appear,
In power and glory great;
And death, the last of all his foes,
Lie vanquished at his feet.

e 2 Then though the worms my flesh devour, And make my form their prey,

I know I shall arise with power,

On the last judgment day:
When God shall stand upon the earth,
Him there mine eyes shall see;

My flesh shall feel a second birth,
And ever with him be.

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p 3 Then his own hand shall wipe the tears
From every weeping eye;

And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears,
Shall cease eternally.

o How long, dear Saviour! O, how long
Shall this bright hour delay!
s O, hasten thy appearance, Lord,
And bring the welcome day.

WATTS.

HYMN 465. C. M. St. Ann's. [* or b]
JESUS, to thy dear wounds we flee,
We seek bleeding side;

-Assured that all who trust in thee
Shall evermore abide.

u 2 Then let the thundering trumpet souna,
The latest lightning glare;

e The mountains melt; the solid ground Dissolve as liquid air;

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o 3 The huge celestial bodies roll, Amidst that general fire,

And shrivel as a parchment scroll,
And all in smoke expire!

-4 Yet still the Lord, the Saviour reigns,
When nature is destroyed,

And no created thing remains
Throughout the flaming void.

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

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

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7 Thy power omnipotent assume;
Thy brightest majesty !
And when thou dost in glory come,
My Lord, remember me.

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,

WESLEY'S COL.

HYMN 466. 7 & 6. Amsterdam. [*]
TAND th' omnipotent decree;
Jehovah's will be done!

STAND

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

And claps his wings of fire! o 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.
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C. WESLEY.

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

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REAT 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.

HYMN 468. 7s.

Lincoln. [*]

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1HA

ARK! 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.

LUTHER.

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!

KELLY.

HYMN 469. C. M. Marlow. [*]

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

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. 7s. Sudbury. [*]

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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.

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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? 8 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. [*]
Our God for ever and ever.

1 THIS

HIS God is the God we adore,
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. [*]
a thousand

To bless th' incarnate Word!

O for a thousand thankful songs
In honour 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.

YES

TES-I will bless thee, O my God!
Through all my mortal days,

St. Ann's. [*]

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And to eternity prolong
Thy vast, thy boundless praise.

2 Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim
The honours 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.

HEGINBOTHAM.

HYMN 474. 7s & 6s. Amsterdam. [*]

Universal Praise.

1 PRAISE the Lord, who reigns above,

And keeps courts

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.