168.

169.

7s. & 6s. CH. PSALMODY.

1 WHEN shall the voice of singing
Flow joyfully along?
And hill and valley ringing
With one triumphant song,
Proclaim the contest ended,
And Him who once was slain,
Again to earth descended,
In righteousness to reign?

2 Then from the craggy mountains
The sacred shout shall fly,
And shady vales and fountains
Shall echo the reply:

High tower and lowly dwelling
Shall send the chorus round,
Loud hallelujahs swelling

In one eternal sound!

1 SOON may the last glad song arise,
Through all the millions of the skies-
That song of triumph which records
That all the earth is now the Lord's!

2 Let thrones, and powers, and kingdoms be
Obedient, mighty God, to thee!

And over land, and stream and main,
Be swayed the sceptre of thy reign!

30 let that glorious anthem swell;
Let host to host the triumph tell-
That not one rebel heart remains,
But over all the Savior reigns!

170.

7s. M.

CH. PSALMODY.

1 WAKE the song of jubilee,
Let it echo o'er the sea!

Now is come the promised hour;
Jesus reigns with sovereign power!

2 All ye nations, join and sing,

Christ, of lords and kings is King!'
Let it sound from shore to shore;

Jesus reigns for evermore!

3 Now the desert lands rejoice,
And the islands join their voice;
Yea, the whole creation sings;
Jesus is the King of kings!'

171.

P. M.

1 NO SOUND of deadly strife,
No murderous lust of life,

E. DAVIS.

Shall rend the air, or fill the hearts of men;
When, gentle as a dove,

Omnipotent in love,

The Prince of Peace shall visit earth again.

2 O then, where war has rolled,
Through ages dark and old,

Its surging billows, dyed with human gore,
The stream of God shall glide

To nations far and wide,

While love's sweet anthem swells from shore to shore.

3 The inebriate's fount of wo,
Forever sealed, shall flow

No more to desolate the homes of men :
The oppressor's iron rod,
Doomed by the living God,

Shall never smite his plundered poor again.

4 See! see! glad beams of light,
Athwart sin's heavy night,

Stream from the morning's widely opening gates:
All hail! the King of kings

Abroad his banner flings,

And earth, subdued, his peaceful reign awaits.

172.

10s. M.

POPE, ALT'D.

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 in smoke decay, Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away; But fixed his word, his saving power remains; Thy realm still lasts, thine own Messiah reigns.

173.

1 A VISION Opens on my eye;
I see a mighty hand unroll,
As from the eternal throne on high,
Adown the clear and tranquil sky,
Jehovah's love-writ scroll!

2 A vision of that holy time,

Beheld by prophet-bards of old;
When rapt in extasies sublime,
They saw, to earth's remotest clime,
The reign of peace unfold.

3 That reign, in triumph, heralds in
The glad earth's high millennial year;
A year unbroken by the din

Of conflict, with its shame and sin;—
The vision brings it near.

4 See! clearer shines its written page,

As brighter glows the lengthening scroll!
Its pledge-a glorious heritage.

Of peace and truth, from age to age,
While fadeless years shall roll.

174.

7s. & 6s.

MRS. COLBURN.

1 THE morn of Peace is beaming

Its glory will appear;

Behold its early gleaming,

The day is drawing near;
The spear shall then be broken,
And sheathed the glittering sword-

The olive be the token,

And Peace the greeting word.

2 Yes yes, the day is breaking!
Far brighter glows that beam!
The nations round are waking,
As from a midnight dream:
They see it radiance shedding,
Where all was dark as night;
'Tis higher, wider spreading-
A boundless flood of light.

175.

P. M.

MRS. PRICE.

1 THE reign of love is hastening-
See the light, how it breaks,
The power of sin is wasting,
See the light;

Soon war will all be ended}

See the light, how it breaks,
And peace and truth be blended,
See the light;

Come O Savior! hasten on,
Make earth a happy home.

2 Intemp'rance be demolished,
See the light, how it breaks,
And oppression all abolished,
See the light;

Let earth's poor sons and daughters,
See the light, how it breaks,
Drink free salvation's waters,
See the light;

Come O Savior! hasten on,
Make earth a happy home.

3 Our God is now descending,
See the light, how it breaks,
With a host of love attending,
See the light;