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HYMN 464. C. M. Archdale. [*]
The Resurrection of the Christian. 1
My faithramableringe oorbehę grave,
My God, my Saviour comes;
and glory great;
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.
From every weeping eye ;
Shall cease eternally.
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;
Amidst that general fire,
And all in smoke expire !
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.
Thy brightest majesty!
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:
In death the wicked and the just :
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.
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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,
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.
For hope's transporting ray,
HYMN 470. 79. Sudbury. [*]
Glory to God in the Highest. $ 1
ONGS of praise the angels sang,
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.
Our God for ever and ever.
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;
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.
The honours of my God!
Shall spread thy praise abroad.
Though death will close my eyes :
And sweeter raptures rise.
Their grateful tribute pay:
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.