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4 Born into the world above,
They our happy brother greet;
Place him at the Saviour's feet:
Good and faithful servant thou!
Reign with me triumphant now!'
XXII. C. WESLEY. Confidence of Saints in the Day of Judgment. 1 STAND the omnipotent decree!
Jehovah's will be done;
And hear her final groan:
And grind us into dust:
At his Redeemer's beck
And mount above the wreck.
And claps his wings of fire! 3 Nothing hath the just to lose,
By worlds on worlds destroyed;
With smiles, the flaming void;
Sees this universe renewed; The grand millennial reign begun; Shouts with all the sons of God
Around the eternal throne.
XXIII. SIR WALTER SCOTT.
The Last Day.
When heaven and earth shall pass away,
How shall he meet that dreadful day? 2 When shrivelling like a parched scroll,
The flaming heavens together roll,
Swells the high trump that wakes the dead; 3 Oh, on that day, that wrathful day,
When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be Thou the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away.
Light of Religion.
Confined within life's narrow bound;
We saw no better world beyond;
And not a floweret smile beneath;
3 And such were life without the ray
From our divine religion given:
'Tis this, that makes our earth a heaven. 4 Bright is the golden sun above,
And beautiful the flowers that bloom,
XXV. DRYDEN, altered.
*Creator Spirit, by whose aid.' 1 Oh! source of uncreated light!
By whom the worlds were raised from night;
Come, pour thy joys on human kind.
Rich in thy matchless energy;
Submit the senses to the soul.
Our hearts with heavenly love inspire;
Aid us to live as we believe.
And peace, the fruit of love, bestow;
XXVI. Bp. HEBER.
Ascension of Christ. 1 'Sir thou on my right hand, my Son!' saith the
Till in the fatal hour
Of my wrath, and my power, Thy foes shall be a footstool to thy throne!' 2 Prayer shall be made through thee, my Son!'
saith the Lord.
From earth and air and sea,
And all that in them be, Which thou for thine heritage hast won!' 3 Daily be thou praised, my Son!' saith the Lord. Daily be thou praised, my Son!
And all that live and move,
Let them bless thy bleeding love, And the work which thy worthiness hath done!'
XXVII. PSALM CXV.
Non nobis Domine. Not unto us, O Lord, not unto us, but unto thy name give glory. The Lord hath been mindful of us, and he will bless us; he will bless them that fear his name, both great and small. All the whole heavens are the Lord's; the earth hath be given to the children of men. The dead praise not thee, O Lord, neither they that go down into silence. But we will praise the Lord from this time forth, and for evermore.