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The Resurrection of the Christian.
■ 1 M And trample on the tombs :
My Jesus, my Redeemer lives,
My God, my Saviour comes;
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:
My flesh shall feel a second birth,
p 3 Then his own hand shall wipe the tears
And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears,
o How long, dear Saviour! O, how long
HYMN 465. C. M. St. Ann's. [* or b]
-Assured that all who trust in thee
u 2 Then let the thundering trumpet souna,
e The mountains melt; the solid ground Dissolve as liquid air;
o 3 The huge celestial bodies roll, Amidst that general fire,
And shrivel as a parchment scroll,
-4 Yet still the Lord, the Saviour reigns,
And no created thing remains
5 Sublime upon his azure throne,
6 So be it! let this system end,
7 Thy power omnipotent assume;
Nature's end we wait to see,
-2 Rests secure the righteous man,
HYMN 466. 7 & 6. Amsterdam. [*]
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 earthquake, plague, or sword;
The last trumpet of the seven :
HYMN 467. P. M. Luther's Hymn. [*]
REAT God! what do I see and hear!
When heaven and earth shall pass away,
HYMN 468. 7s.
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
3 See! the Lord appears in view:
Loud and more loud the anthems raise,
2 Lift up to God the voice of praise,
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,
Who sent his Son our souls to save
4 Lift up to God the voice of praise,
Which lights through darkest shades of death,
HYMN 470. 7s. Sudbury. [*]
Glory to God in the Highest.
2 Songs of praise awoke the morn,
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. [*]
HIS God is the God we adore,
HYMN 472. C. M. Amherst. [*]
To bless th' incarnate Word!
O for a thousand thankful songs
2 Come, tune afresh your golden lyres,
HYMN 473. C. M.
TES-I will bless thee, O my God!
St. Ann's. [*]
And to eternity prolong
2 Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim
3 Not death itself shall stop my song,
4 There shall my lips in endless praise
The theme demands an angel's tongue,
HYMN 474. 7s & 6s. Amsterdam. [*]
1 PRAISE the Lord, who reigns above,
And keeps courts
Praise him for his boundless love,
2 Praise him for his noble deeds,
The great Immanuel's name;
Him, Prince of Peace proclaim.
5 Him, in whom they move and live