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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