1 The Lord is my Shepherd; he makes me repose 151. Solomon's Songs, i. 7, 8. Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon; for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions? If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents." 1 O tell me, thou Life and delight of my soul, Where the flock of thy pasture are feeding; I would go where my Shepherd is leading, 3 Oh, why should I stray with the flocks of thy foes, 4 O, when shall my woes and my wanderings cease? 1 Lo,he comes! in clouds descending, 3 Every island, sea, and mountain, Once for favor'd sinners slain; Thousand, thousand saints attendSwell the triumph of his train.[ing, Hallelujah ; Jesus shall for ever reign. 2 Every eye shall now behold him Rob'd in dreadful majesty: [him, Heav'n and earth shall flee away, All who hate him,must confounded, Hear the trump proclaim the day: Come to judgment! Come to judgment! come away. 4 Now the Saviour, long expected, See in solemn pomp appear! All his saints by man rejected, Now shall meet him in the air! Hallelujah! See the day of God appear. 155. Triumph of the Gospel. 1 Arm of the Lord, awake, awake! Put on thy strength, the nations shake; And let the world, adoring, see Triumphs of mercy wrought by thee. 2. Say to the heathen from thy throne, I am Jehovah-God alone! Thy voice their idols shall confound, 156. Christian Race. 1 Awake our souls, away our fears; Let ev'ry trembling thought be gone; Awake and run the heavenly race, And put a cheerful courage on. 2 True, 'tis a straight and thorny road, And mortal spirits tire and faint; But they forget the mighty God,[saint. That feeds the strength of every 3 From thee, the overflowing spring, Our souls shall drink a fresh supply, While such as trust their native strength Shall melt away,and droop and die. 4 Swift as an eagle cuts the air, We'll mount aloft to thine abode; On wings of love our souls shall fly, Nor tire amidst the heavenly road. 157. Triumph of Truth. 1 Who shall the Lord's elect condemn? 'Tis God who justifies their souls; And mercy, like a mighty stream, O'er all their sins divinely rolls. Who shall adjudge the saints to hell? 'Tis Christ that suffer'd in their And their salvation to fulfil, [stead; Behold him rising from the dead. 3 He lives! he lives! and sits above, Who shall divide us from his love, For ever interceding there; Or who shall tempt us to despair! 4 Shall persecution, or distress, Famine, or sword, or nakedness! He that hath lov'd us bears us through And makes us more than conq'rers too. 5 Faith hath an overcoming pow'r, It triumphs in a dying hour; Christ is our life, our joy, our hope, Nor shall we sink with such a prop. 158. Warfare. 1 Stand up,my soul, shake off thy fear And gird the gospel armor on; March to the gates of endless joy, Where Jesus thy great captain's gone. 2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course, But hell and sin are vanquish'd foes; Thy Jesus nail'd them to his cross, And sung the triumph as he rose. 3 Then let thy soul march boldly on, Press forward to the heav'nly gate; There peace and joy eternal reign, And glitt'ring robes for conq'rers wait. 159. Christ's reign on earth. 1 Now let the angels sound on high, Let shouts be heard thro' all the sky; Kings of the earth, with glad accord, Give up your kingdom to the Lord. 2 Almighty God! thy pow'r assume, Who wast and art and art to come; Jesus, the Lamb that once was slain, For ever live-for ever reign. |