3 He framed the globe, he built the sky,
He made the shining worlds on high,
And reigns complete in glory there:
His beams are majesty and light;
His beauties, how divinely bright!
His temples, how divinely fair!

4 Come, the great day, the glorious hour,
When earth shall feel his saving power,
And barbarous nations fear his name;
Then shall the race of man confess
The beauty of his holiness,

And in his courts his grace proclaim.

224.

C. M.

SCOTCH PARAPHRASES.

The Latter Day's Glory.

1 O'ER mountain tops, the mount of God In latter days shall rise

Above the summits of the hills,

And draw the wandering eyes.

2 To this the joyful nations round,
All tribes and tongues shall flow;
Up to the mount of God, they say,
And to his house we 'll go.

3 The beams that shine from Zion's hill
Shall lighten every land;

The king who reigns in Salem's towers,
Shall the whole world command.

4 Among the nations he shall judge,
His judgments truth shall guide;
His sceptre shall protect the just,
And crush the sinner's pride.

5 No war shall rage, nor hostile strife
Disturb those happy years;

To ploughshares men shall beat their swords,
To pruninghooks their spears.

6 No longer hosts, encountering hosts,
Shall crowds of slain deplore;
They'll hang the trumpet in the hall,
And study war no more.

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10s M.

POPE, altered.

Gentiles coming into the Church.

1 RISE, crowned with light, imperial Salem, rise!
Exalt thy towering head, and lift thine eyes!
See heaven its sparkling portals wide display,
And break upon thee in a flood of day!

2 See a long race thy spacious courts adorn,
See future sons and daughters yet unborn,
In crowding ranks on every side arise,
Demanding life, impatient for the skies!

3 See barbarous nations at thy gates attend,
Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend!
See thy bright altars thronged with prostrate kings,
While every land its joyous tribute brings.

4 The seas shall waste, the skies to smoke decay,
Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away;
But fixed his word, his saving power remains;
Thy realm shall last, thy own Messiah reigns.

226.

L. M.

DODDRIDGE.

Christ the Sun of Righteousness. 1 To thee, O God! we homage pay, Source of the light that rules the day! Who, while he gilds all nature's frame Reflects thy rays and speaks thy name. 2 In louder strains we sing that grace Which gives the Sun of Righteousness, Whose nobler light salvation brings, And scatters healing from his wings. 3 Still on our hearts may Jesus shine, With beams of light and love divine; Quickened by him our souls shall live, And cheered by him shall grow and thrive. 4 O may his glories stand confessed, From north to south, from east to west; Successful may his gospel run,

Wide as the circuit of the sun.

5 When shall that radiant scene arise,
When, fixed on high, in purer skies,
Christ all his lustre shall display
On all his saints through endless day!

227.

L. M.

CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.

Behold the Man!

1 BEHOLD the man! how glorious he!
Before his foes he stands unawed,
And, without wrong or blasphemy,
He claims to be the Son of God.

2 Behold the man! by all condemned,
Assaulted by a host of foes s;

His person and his claims contemned,
A man of sufferings and of woes.

3 Behold the man! so weak he seems,
His awful word inspires no fear;

But soon must he who now blasphemes,
Before his judgment seat appear.

4 Behold the man! though scorned below,
He bears the greatest name above;
The angels at his footstool bow,
And all his royal claims approve.

228.

S. M.

DODDRIDGE.

Attractive Influence of a Crucified Saviour.

1 BEHOLD the amazing sight,

The Saviour lifted high!
Behold the Son of God's delight
Expire in agony !

2 For whom, for whom, my heart,
Were all these sorrows borne?
Why did he feel that piercing smart,
And meet that various scorn?

3 For love of us he bled,

And all in torture died;

"T was love that bowed his fainting head And oped his gushing side.

4 I see, and I adore,

In sympathy of love;

I feel the strong attractive power
To lift my soul above.

5 In thee our hearts unite,
Nor share thy griefs alone,

But from thy cross pursue their flight,
To thy triumphant throne.

229. C. M.

CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.

Redemption by the Cross of Christ.

1 BEHOLD the Saviour on the cross,
A spectacle of wo!

See from his agonizing wounds
The blood incessant flow;

2 Till death's pale ensigns o'er his cheek
And trembling lips were spread;
Till light forsook his closing eyes,
And life his drooping head.

3 T is finished' was his latest voice;
These sacred accents o'er,

He bowed his head, gave up the ghost,
And suffered pain no more.

4 T is finished-the Messiah dies
For sins, but not his own;
The great redemption is complete,
And death is overthrown.

5 "T is finished—all his groans are päsî;
His blood, his pain, and toils,
Have fully vanquished our foes,
And crowned him with their spoils.

6 "T is finished-ritual worship ends,
And Gospel ages run;

All old things now are past away,
A new world is begun.