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HYMN 464. C. M. Archdale. [*]

The Resurrection of the Christian. 1

My faithramableringe oorbehę grave,
My Jesus, my Redeemer lives,

My God, my Saviour comes;
Ere long I know he shall appear,

and glory great;
And death, the last of all his foes,

Lie vanquished at his feet. e 2 Then though the worms my flosh devour,

And make my form their prey, I know I shall arise with power,

On the last judgment day : When God shall stand

upon Him there mine eyes shall see ; My flesh shall feel a second birth,

And ever with him be.
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 ! 8 O, hasten thy appearance, Lord, And bring the welcome day.

Watts. HYMN 465. C. M. St. Ann's. [* or b] e 1 JEWe seek thy bleeding side ;

TESUS, to thy dear wounds we flee, -Assured that all who trust in thee

Shall evermore abide. u 2 Then let the thundering trumpet sound,

The latest lightning glare;
e The mountains melt; the solid ground
e Di as liquid air;
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.

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; s The New Jerusalem descend,

The New Creation rise.
7 Thy power omnipotent assume ;

Thy brightest majesty!
And when thou dost in glory come,

My Lord, remember me. WESLEY's Col. HYMN 466. 7 & 6. Amsterdam. [*]

VTAND th' omnipotent decree;


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,

Like flames o'er nature's funeral pyre ; Triumphs in inmortal 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.


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

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.

LUTHER. HYMN 468. 75. Lincoln. [*] 1 SARK! that shout of rapturous joy,

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 redeniption 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:
Flappy in the Saviour's love!
Ever blessing, ever blest.

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

Praise to God. 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. 79. Sudbury. [*]

Glory to God in the Highest. $ 1


ONGS of praise the angels sang,
When Jehovah's work begun,
When he spake and it was done.
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 Coz.
HYMN 471. 8s. Drummond. [*]

Our God for ever and ever.
THON 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. [*]

FOR a thousand seraph tongues 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. St. Ann's. [*] 1 YES !

Through all my mortal days, 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. 75 & 6s. Amsterdam. [*]

Universal Praise. * PRAISE

the Lord, who reigns above, 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 Hin, in whom they move and live

Let every creature sing; Glory to our Saviour give,

And hoinage to our king.

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