2 Strong were thy foes; but the arm that subdued
And scattered their legions, was mightier far; They fled, like the chaff, from the scourge that pursued them;
Vain were their steeds and their chariots of war. 3 Daughter of Zion! the power, that hath saved
[be: Extolled with the harp and the timbrel should Shout,-for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee, Th' oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is free.
HYMN 569, C. M.
Universal Praise.
mf 10) CITY of the Lord! begin
The universal song;
And let the scattered villages
The joyful notes prolong.
2 Let Kedar's wilderness afar
Lift up the lonely voice;
And let the tenants of the rock
In accent rude rejoice.
mf 3 Oh! from the streams of distant lands
To our Jehovah sing;
And joyful, from the mountain tops,
Shout to the Lord, the King.
4 Let all combined, with one accord,
The Saviour's glories raise,
Till, in the earth's remotest bounds,
The nations sound his praise.
HYMN 570, 8s, 7s and 4.
Dawning of the Latter Day.
mf 1 LOOK, ye saints! the day is breaking;
Joyful times are near at hand;
God, the mighty God, is speaking
By his word in every land;
Darkness flies, at his command.
2 While the foe becomes more daring,
While he enters like a flood,
God, the Saviour, is preparing
Means to spread his truth abroad:
Every language
Soon shall tell the love of God.
3 God of Jacob, high and glorious!
Let thy people see thy power;
Let the gospel be victorious,
Through the world for evermore ;
Then shall idols
Perish, while thy saints adore.
HYMN 571, L. M.
Success anticipated.
BEHOLD th' expected time draw near,
The shades disperse, the dawn appear!
Behold the wilderness assume
The beauteous tints of Eden's bloom!
2 Events with prophecies conspire,
To raise our faith, our zeal to fire:
The ripening fields, already white,
Present a harvest to the sight.
3 The untaught heathen waits to know
The joy the gospel will bestow;
The exiled captive, to receive
The freedom Jesus has to give.
4 Come, let us, with a grateful heart,
In the blest labor share a part;
Our prayers and offerings gladly bring,
To aid the triumphs of our King.
HYMN 572, C. M.
The Victories of Christ.
́OSANNA to our conquering King!
All hail! incarnate Love!
Ten thousand songs and glories wait,
To crown thy head above.
2 Thy vict'ries and thy deathless fame,
Through the wide world, shall run;
And everlasting ages sing
The triumph thou hast won.
HYMN 573, H. M.
The general Jubilee.
mf 1 FAIR shines the morning star;
The silver trumpets sound,
Their notes re-echoing far,
While dawns the day around:
Joy to the earth-the earth is free;
It is the year of jubilee.
2 Pris'ners of hope, in gloom
And silence, left to die!
With Christ's unfolding tomb,
Your portals open fly:
Rise with your Lord-he sets you free;
It is the year of jubilee.
3 Ye, who yourselves have sold
For debts to justice due,
Ransomed-but not with gold!
He gave himself for you:
The blood of Christ hath made you free;
It is the year of jubilee.
4 Captives of sin and shame!
O'er earth and ocean, hear
An angel's voice proclaim
The Lord's accepted year:
Let Jacob rise-be Israel free;
It is the year of jubilee.
HYMN 574, L. M.
The Reign of Christ established.
SHOUT, for the great Redeemer reigns,
Through distant lands his triumphs spread;
Sinners, now freed from Satan's chains,
Own him their Saviour and their Head.
2 Oh! may his conquests still increase;
Let every foe his power subdue;
While angels celebrate his praise,
Saints shall his rising glories show.
3 Loud hallelujahs to the Lamb,
From all below and all above;
In lofty songs, exalt his name,-
In songs as lasting as his love,
HYMN 575, 78.
The Reign of Christ.
f" 1 WAKE the song of jubilee,
Let it echo o'er the sea!
Now hath 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!"
The triumphant Reign of Christ.
EE the ransomed millions stand,-
Palms of conquest in their hands!
This before the throne their strain,-
"Hell is vanquished-death is slain!
2 "Blessing, honor, glory, might,
Are the Conqueror's native right;
Thrones and powers before him fall,-
Lamb of God, and Lord of all !”
3 Hasten, Lord! the promised hour;
Come in glory and in power;
Still thy foes are unsubdued-
Nature sighs to be renewed:
4 Time has nearly reached its sum;
All things with the bride, say,
"Come!"
Jesus! whom all worlds adore,
Come,--and reign for evermore.
1 IN this calm impressive hour,
Let my prayer ascend on high;
God of mercy! God of power!
Hear me, when to thee I cry:
Hear me from thy lofty throne,
For the sake of Christ, thy Son.
2 With the morning's early ray,
While the shades of night depart,
Let thy beams of light convey
Joy and gladness to my heart;
Now o'er all my steps preside,
And for all my wants provide.
3 Oh! what joy that word affords,-
"Thou shalt reign o'er all the earth;"
King of kings, and Lord of lords!
Send thy gospel heralds forth:
Now begin thy boundless sway,
Usher in the glorious day.
Prayer for spiritual Light.
E lift our hearts to thee,
Thou Day Star from on high!
The sun itself is but thy shade,
Yet cheers both earth and sky.
2 Oh! let thy rising beams
Dispel the shades of night;
And let the glories of thy love
Come, like the morning light.
3 How beauteous nature now!
How dark and sad before!
With joy we view the pleasing change,
And nature's God adore.
4 May we this life improve,
To mourn for errors past;
And live, this short revolving day,
As if it were our last.
HYMN 579, 7s.
Morning Thanks.
IOU that dost my life prolong!
Kindly aid my morning song;
Thankful, from my couch I rise,
To the God that rules the skies.
2 Thou didst hear my evening cry;
Thy preserving hand was nigh;
Peaceful slumbers thou hast shed,
Grateful to my weary head.
3 Thou hast kept me through the night,-
'T was thy hand restored the light;
Lord! thy mercies still are new,
Plenteous, as the morning dew.
4 Still my feet are prone to stray,-
Oh! preserve me through the day;
Dangers every where abound,
Sins and snares beset me round.
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