5 Loud be the shouts of sacred joy
To God the sovereign king!
Let every land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.
FOURTH PART. C. M. Arlington.
1 ARISE, ye people, and adore,
Exulting strike the chord;
Let all the earth-from shore to shore,
Confess th' almighty Lord.
2 Glad shouts aloud-wide echoing round,
Th' ascending God proclaim;
Th' angelic choir respond the sound,
And shake creation's frame.
3 They sing of death and hell o'erthrown
In that triumphant hour;
And God exalts his conquering Son
To his right hand of power.
4 O shout, ye people, and adore,
Exulting strike the chord;
Let all the earth-from shore to shore,
Confess th' almighty Lord.
FIRST PART. S. M. St. Thomas.
God's Presence the Safety and Glory of the Church.
1 GREAT is the Lord, our God,
And let his praise be great;
He makes the churches his abode,
His most delightful seat.
2 In Zion God is known,
A refuge in distress;
How bright-has his salvation shone.
How fair his heavenly grace!
3 When kings against her joined,
And saw the Lord was there;
In wild confusion of the mind,
They fled with hasty fear.
- 4 Oft have our fathers told,
Our eyes have often seen,
How well our God secures the fold
Where his own flock has been.
5 In every new distress
We'll to his house repair,
Recall to mind his wondrous grace,
And seek deliverance there.
SECOND PART. S. M.
1 FAR as thy name is known
The world declares thy praise;
Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne,
Their songs of honor raise.
2 With joy thy people stand
On Zion's chosen hill,
Proclaim the wonders of thy hand,
And counsels of thy will.
3 Let strangers walk around
The city where we dwell,
Compass and view thine holy ground,
And mark the building well;-
4 The order of thy house,
The worship of thy court,
The cheerful songs-the solemn vows;—
And make a fair report.-
5 How decent, and how wise!
How glorious to behold!
Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes,
And rites adorned with gold.
6 The God we worship now
Will guide us till we die;
Will be our God, while here below,
And ours above the sky.
FIRST PART. C. M.
Jehovah coming to Judgment.
1 THE Lord, the judge, before his throne
Bids all the earth draw nigh;
The nations near the rising sun,
And near the western sky.
2 No more shall bold blasphemers say,
"Judgment will ne'er begin ;"
No more abuse his long delay
To impudence and sin.
3 Throned on a cloud, our God shall come, Bright flames prepare his way;
Thunder, and darkness-fire, and storm
Lead on the dreadful day.
4 Heaven, from above, his call shall hear;
Attending angels come;
And earth and hell shall know and fear
His justice and their doom.
SECOND PART. 8. 7. & 4. Greece.
1 LO' the mighty God appearing,
From on high Jehovah speaks!
Eastern lands the summons hearing,
O'er the west his thunder breaks:
Earth beholds him!-
Universal nature shakes!
2 Zion, all its light unfolding,
God in glory shall display:
Lo! he comes!-nor silence holding,
Fire and clouds prepare his way:
Tempests round him-
Hasten on the dreadful day!
3 To the heavens his voice ascending,
To the earth beneath he cries;-
"Souls immortal, now descending,
Let the sleeping dust arise!
Rise to judgment-
throne adorn the skies!
4 "Gather first my saints around me,
Those who to my covenant stood;
Those who humbly sought and found me,
Through the dying Saviour's blood:-
Blest Redeemer!
Dearest sacrifice to God!"
5 Now the heavens on high adore him,
And his righteousness declare:
Sinners perish from before him,
But his saints his mercies share:
Just his judgment-
God, himself the judge, is there!
Pardon and Sanctification penitently implored.
Aff 1 SHOW pity, Lord-O Lord, forgive,
Let a repeuting rebel live;
Are not thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in thee?
2 My crimes are great-but can't surpass
The power and glory of thy grace:
Great God, thy nature hath no bound,
So let thy pardoning love be found.
3 Oh wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
Here, on my heart, the burden lies,
And past offences pain mine eyes.
4 My lips, with shame, my sins confess,
Against thy law-against thy grace:
Lord, should thy judgment grow severe,
I am condemned-but thou art clear.
5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath,
I must pronounce thee just in death;
And if my soul were sent to hell,
Thy righteous law approves it well.
6 Yet, save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope, still hovering round thy word,
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.
Aff 1 0 THOU, that hear'st when sinners cry,
Though all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their memory from thy book.
2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin:
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide thy presence from my heart.
3 I cannot live without thy light,
Cast out and banished from thy sight;
Thine holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me, that I fall no more.
THIRD PART. L. M. Middlebury.
Aff 1 THOUGH I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord,
Thy help and comfort still afford,
And let a wretch come near thy throne,
To plead the merits of thy Son.
2 A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;
The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.
PP 3 My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just;
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemned to die.
mf 4 Then will I teach the world thy ways;
Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace;
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,
And they shall praise a pardoning God.
5 Oh! may thy love inspire my tongue!
Salvation shall be all my song;
And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.
Aff 1 OH turn, great Ruler of the skies,
Turn from my sin thy searching eyes,
Nor let th' offences of my hand
Within thy book recorded stand.
2 Give me a will to thine subdued;
A conscience pure-a soul renewed;
Nor let me, wrapt in endless gloom,
An outcast from thy presence, roam.
3 Oh let thy Spirit to my heart
Once more his quickening aid impart;
My mind from every fear release,
And soothe my troubled thoughts to peace.
Aff 1 CLEANSE me, O Lord-and cheer my soul
With thy forgiving love;
Oh make my wounded spirit whole,
And bid my pains remove.
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