766 WHO shall the Father's record search
And hidden things reveal?
Behold, the Son that record takes,
And opens every seal!
Hark how th' adoring hosts above
With songs surround the throne !
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues;
But all their joys are one.
"Worthy the Lamb that died,” they cry,
"To be exalted thus ;"
"Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
"For he was slain for us.'
767 HUNGER and thirst are felt no more,
Nor suns with scorching ray;
God is their sun, whose cheering beams
Diffuse eternal day.
The Lamb which dwells amidst the throne
Shall o'er them still preside;
Feed them with nourishment divine,
And all their footsteps guide.
'Mong pastures green he'll lead his flock,
Where living streams appear;
And God the Lord from every eye
Shall wipe off ev'ry tear.
768 THE Lord shall come! but not the same
As once in lowliness he came ;
A silent lamb before his foes,
A weary man, and full of woes.
The Lord shall come! a dreadful form,
With rainbow wreath and robes of storm;
On cherub wings, and wings of wind,
Appointed Judge of all mankind.
769 IN Gabriel's hand a mighty stone
Lies, a fair type of Babylon :
"Prophets, rejoice, and all ye saints,
God shall avenge your long complaints."
He said, and dreadful as he stood,
He sank the millstone in the flood:
"Thus terribly shall Babel fall,
Thus, and no more be found at all."
COME, in thy glorious might,
Come with thine iron rod,
Scattering thy foes before thy face,
Most mighty Son of God.
Come and make error flee,
And Popish idols fall;
Let Rome's dominion cease to be,
And God be all in all.
1 TO thy great name, Almighty Lord,
We sacred honours pay,
And loud hosannahs shall proclaim
The triumphs of the day.
Salvation and immortal praise
To our victorious King!
Let heav'n and earth, and rocks and seas,
With glad hosannahs ring.
2 WHEN shrivelling like a parched scroll,
The flaming heavens together roll,
When louder yet and yet more dread
Sounds the high trump that wakes the
dead;
Oh, on that day, that wrathful day,
When man to judgment wakes from clay,
Be thou, O Christ, the sinner's stay,
Though earth and heaven shall pass
773 LO! what a glorious sight appears To our admiring eyes!
The former seas have pass'd away,
The former earth and skies.
From heav'n the New Jerus'lem comes,
All worthy of its Lord;
See all things now at length renew'd,
And paradise restor❜d!
Attending angels shout for joy,
And the bright armies sing;
Mortals! behold the sacred seat
Of your descending king!
774 JERUSALEM, my happy home,
When shall I come to thee?
When shall my sorrows have an end?
Thy joys when shall I see?
Thy walls are made of precious stones,
Thy bulwarks diamond square ;
Thy gates are of right orient pearl,
Exceeding rich and rare.
Thy turrets and thy pinnacles
With carbuncles do shine;
Thy very streets are paved with gold,
Surpassing clear and fine.
775 FATHER, I bless thy gentle hand;
How kind was thy chastising rod,
That forced my conscience to a stand,
And brought my wand'ring soul to God.
Foolish and vain, I went astray
Ere I had felt thy scourges, Lord;
I left my guide, and lost my way,
But now I love and keep thy word.
776 WHY do we mourn departing friends,
Or shake at death's alarms?
'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends
To call them to his arms.
Why should we tremble to convey
Their bodies to the tomb?
There the dear flesh of Jesus lay,
And left a long perfume.
The graves of all his saints he bless'd,
And soften'd every bed:
Where should the dying members rest,
But with the dying Head?
SONS of God in tribulation,
Let your eyes the Saviour view,
He's the rock of our salvation,
He was tried and tempted too;
All to succour
Every tempted, burden'd son.
'Tis, if need be, he reproves us,
Lest we settle on our lees;
Yet, he in the furnace loves us,
'Tis expressed in words like these:
I am with thee,
Israel, passing through the fire."
778 SINCE Jesus freely did appear,
To grace a marriage feast,
C.M, O Lord, we ask thy presence here,
To make a wedding guest.
Upon the bridal pair look down,
Who now have plighted hands;
Their union with thy favour crown,
And bless their nuptial bands.
With gifts of grace their hearts endow,
Of all rich dowries best;
Their substance bless, and peace bestow
To sweeten all the rest.
PASSMORE & ALABASTER, Printers, 31, Little Britain.
|