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2 Sovereign alone of earth and sky!
On Thee, for every hour's supply,

Thy various creatures all depend ;
Man, whom thy light has given to know
The source whence all his blessings flow,

Views in his God his kindest friend !

3 Yet still our notes we'll higher raise, To celebrate in ardent praise

Eternal life through Jesus given; Thy gracious messenger he came, (For ever blessed be thy name !)

And pointed out the way to heaven.

154. L. M.

Image of the Invisible. Heb. i. 3. 1 NOW, in the face of Jesus, we

God's brightest form of glory see;
Beaming with mild and heavenly rays,

He all his Father's grace displays. 2 Blest image of theternal God,

Here his rich glories shine abroad;
With a resplendent lustre shine

power, his truth, and love divine. 3 Of all creation the first born;

Of all that heaven's bright courts adorn;
He as a Prince and Sovereign reigns ;

Almighty power his throne sustains. 4 See Jesus, our exalted Head,

By whom the heavens and earth were made;
Subjected to his high command,
Thrones, kingdoms and dominions stand.

$ It pleas'd th' eternal Fulness well,

In Christ the Lord alone to dwell;
From this rich Fountain freely flows
Complete relief for all our woes.


C. M. Kingdom of Christ. Rom. xi. 15. Psa. lxxxix. 29. Zech. ix. 10.

I LO! what a glorious sight appears

To our believing eyes!
The earth and seas are pass’d away,

And the old rolling skies.
2 From the third heaven, where God resides,

That holy, happy place,
The New Jerusalem comes down,

Adorn'd with shining grace.
3 Attending angels shout for joy,

And the bright armies sing,
"Mortals, behold the sacred seat

Of your descending King.
4 The God of glory down to men

Removes his blest abode ;
Men, the dear objects of his grace,

And he, the loving God.
5 His own soft hand shall wipe the tears

From every weeping eye,
And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears,

And death itself shall die."
8 How long, dear Saviour, O how long!

Shall this bright hour delay?
Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time,

And bring the welcome day,

156. H. M. Kingdom of Christ over all. Mat. iv. 16. Rev. xix. 6.' Psa.

Ixxii. 8. Phil. iv. 4. 1 REJOICE, the Lord is King !

Your God and King adore;
Mortals, give thanks and sing,

And triumph evermore :
Lift up the heart, lift up the voice,
Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.
2 Rejoice, the Saviour reigns,

The God of truth and love;
When he had purg'd our stains,

He took his seat above :
Lift up the heart, lift up the voice,
Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.
3 His kingdom cannot fail,

He rules o'er earth and heaven!
The keys of death and hell

Are to our Jesus given :
Lift up the heart, lift up the voice,
Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.
4 He all his foes shall quell,

Shall all our sins destroy ;
And every bosom swell

With pure seraphic joy:
Lift up the heart, lift up the voice,
Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.
3 Rejoice in glorious hope,

Jesus, the judge, shall come,
And take his servants up

To their eternal home :
We soon shall hear th’archangel's voice,
The trump of God shall sound, rejoice!

157. L. M. Lamb of God bearing away sin. John i. 36. Rev. y. 12. 1 BEHOLD the sin-atoning Lamb

With wonder, gratitude and love! To take away our guilt and shame,

See him descending from above. 2 Our sins and griefs on him were laid ;

He meekly bore the mighty load; Our ransom price he fully paid

In groans and tears, and sweat and blood. 3 To save a guilty world he dies;

Sinners, behold the bleeding Lamb! To Him lift up your longing eyes,

And hope for mercy in his name. 4 Pardon and peace through Him abound;

He can the richest blessings give; Salvation in his name is found,

He bids the dying sinner live. 5 Jesus, my Lord, I look to thee;

Where else can helpless sinners go ? Thy boundless love shall set me free

From all my sin, and guilt, and woe.


P. M.

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Christ's finished work.

i HARK! the voice of love and mercy

Sounds aloud from Calvary!
See ! it rends the rocks asunder,

Shakes the earth, and veils the sky!
It is finish'd! Hear the dying Saviour cry.

2 It is finish'd ! O what pleasure

Do those charming words afford; Heavenly blessings, without measure,

Flow to us from Christ the Lord.
It is finish’d! Saints the dying words record.
3 Finish’d, all the types and shadows

Of the prophesying law;
Finish'd, all that God had promis'd,

Death and hell no more shall awe. It is finish'd ! Saints, from hence your comfort draw. 4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs !

Join to sing the glorious theme; All on earth, and all in heaven,

Join to praise Immanuel's name ! Hallelujah! Glory to the bleeding Lamb!

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Lamb slain before the foundation of the world. Rev. v. 6.

1 Pet. i, 20.

1 HOW shall our feeble lips proclaim

The honours of the Saviour's name! Or how the gratitude declare,

Our hearts inflamed to Jesus bear? 2 To manifest his wondrous love,

Behold he leaves the worlds above! From climes of bliss beyond the sky,

Swift he descends, to bleed and die. 3 Lo, he again from death revives !

Jesus, the great Redeemer, lives; High seated on his Father's throne,

He sheds his choicest blessings down.

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