Pierced and nailed him to the tree,
Deeply wailing

Shall the true Messiah see.

3 Every island, sea, and mountain,
Heaven 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 Yea, Amen! let all adore thee,
High on thine eternal throne !
Saviour! take the power and glory;
Claim the kingdom for thine own!
Oh come quickly-

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Hallelujah! Come, Lord, come!

Oliver

HYMN 463. C. M. Lanesboro'. [b]

Prospect of the Resurrection unto Life.

THR

HROUGH sorrow's night, and danger's
Amid the deepening gloom,

We, soldiers of an injured King,

Are marching to the tomb.

2 There, when the turmoil is no more, And all our powers decay,

p Our cold remains in solitude

Shall sleep the years away.

3 Our labours done, securely laid In this our last retreat, Unheeded, o'er our silent dust,

The storms of life shall beat.

-4 Yet not thus lifeless, thus inane,
The vital spark shall lie ;

For o'er life's wreck that spark shall rise
To seek its kindred sky.

5 These ashes too, this little dust,
Our Father's care shall keep,

o Till the last angel rise and break The long and dreary sleep.

p 6 Then love's soft dew o'er every eye Shall shed its mildest rays,

And the long silent dust shall burst

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With shouts of endless praise. H. K. White

HYMN 464. C. M. Archdale. [*]
The Resurrection of the Christian.

■ 1 MY faith shall triumph o'er the grave,

And trample on the tombs:

My Jesus, my Redeemer lives,
My God, my Saviour comes;
Ere long I know he shall appear,
In power and glory great;
And death, the last of all his foes,
Lie vanquished at his feet.

e 2 Then though the worms iny flesh devour, And make my form their prey,

I know I shall arise with power,
On the last judgment day:

When God shall stand upon the earth,
Hi there mine eyes shall see;

My flesh shall feel a second birth,

And ever with him be.

p 3 Then his own hand shall wipe the tears
From every weeping eye;

And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears,
Shall cease eternally.

o How long, dear Saviour! O, how long

Shall this bright hour delay!

SO, hasten thy appearance, Lord,
And bring the welcome day.

Watts.

HYMN 465. C. M. St. Ann's. [* or b] e 1 JESUS, to thy dear wounds we flee, We seek thy bleeding side;

-Assured that all who trust in thee

Shall evermore abide.

u 2 Then let the thundering trumpet sound, The latest lightning glare:

e The mountains melt; the solid ground

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Dissolve as liquid air;

o 3 The huge celestial bodies roll,

Amidst that general fire,

And shrivel as a parchment scroll,
And all in smoke expire!

Yet still the Lord, the Saviour reigns,
When nature is destroyed,

And no created thing remains

Throughout the flaming void

g 5 Sublime upon his azure throne,
He speaks, the Almighty Word:
His fiat is obeyed! 'tis done;
And paradise restored.

6 So be it! let this system end, This ruined earth and skies; s The New Jerusalem descend, The New Creation rise.

7 Thy power omnipotent assume;
Thy brightest majesty !

And when thou dost in glory come,
My Lord, remember me.

Wesley's Col.

HYMN 466. 7 & 6. Amsterdam. [*]

81 ST

TAND th' omnipotent decree;
Jehovah's will be done!

Nature's end we wait to see,
And hear her final groan:
Let this earth dissolve, and blend
In death the wicked and the just:
Let those ponderous orbs descend,
And grind us into dust.

-2 Rests secure the righteous man,
At his Redeemer's beck,

Sure to emerge, and rise again,

And mount above the wreck:
Lo! the heavenly spirit towers,
Like flames o'er nature's funeral pyre;
Triumphs in immortal powers,
And claps his wings of fire!
o 3 Nothing hath the just to lose,
By worlds on worlds destroyed;
Far beneath his feet he views,
With smiles, the flaming void;
Sees this universe renewed;

The grand millennial reign begun,
Shouts with all the sons of God,
Around th' eternal throne!

4 Resting in this glorious hope,
To be at last restored,
Yield we now our bodies up,

To earthquake, plague, or sword:
Listening for the call divine,
The last trumpet of the seven:

Soon our souls and dust shall join,
And both fly up to heaven.

C. Wesley.

HYMN 467. P. M. Luther's Hymn. [*]

REAT God! what do I see and hear!

GThe end of things created!

The Judge of man I see appear,
On clouds of glory seated!

Beneath his cross I view the day,

When heaven and earth shall pass away, And thus prepare to meet him.

HYMN 468. 7's.

HA

Lincoln.

Luther.

[*]

TARK! that shout of rapturous joy,
Bursting forth from yonder cloud!
Jesus comes!-and through the sky,
Angels tell their joy aloud.

2 Hark! the trumpet's awful voice
Sounds abroad, through sea and land:
Let his people now rejoice!
Their redemption is at hand.

3 See! the Lord appears in view:
Heaven and earth before him fly!
Rise, ye saints, he comes for you-
Rise to meet him in the sky.

4 Go, and dwell with him above,
Where no foe can e'er molest:
Happy in the Saviour's love!
Ever blessing, ever blest.

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HYMN 469. C. M. Marlow. [*]

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Praise to God.

IFT up to God the voice of praise,
Whose breath our souls inspired:
Loud and more loud the anthems raise,
With grateful ardor fired!

2 Lift up to God the voice of praise,
Whose goodness, passing thought,
Loads every moment, as it flies,
With benefits, unsought!

3 Lift up to God the voice of praise,
From whom salvation flows,

Who sent his Son our souls to save
From everlasting woes.

4 Lift up to God the voice of praise,
For hope's transporting ray,

Kelly.

Which lights through darkest shades of death,

To realms of endless day

Reed's Col

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HYMN 470. 7's. Sudbury. [*]

Glory to God in the Highest.
ONGS of praise the angels sang,
Heaven with hallelujahs rang,
When Jehovah's work begun,
When he spake and it was done.
2 Songs of praise awoke the morn,
When the Prince of Peace was born;
Songs of praise arose, when he
Captive led captivity.

3 Heaven and earth must pass away,
Songs of praise shall crown that day:
God will make new heavens and earth,
Songs of praise shall hail their birth.
p 4 And shall man alone be dumb,
Till that glorious morning come?
s No! the church delights to raise
Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise
5 Saints below, with heart and voice,
Still in songs of praise rejoice,
Learning here, by faith and love,
Songs of praise to sing above.

6 Borne upon their latest breath, Songs of praise shall conquer death; Then, amidst eternal joy,

Songs of praise their powers employ.

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Pratt's Col.

HYMN 471. 8's. Drummond. [*]
Our God for ever and ever.
THIS God is the God we adore,

Our faithful, unchangeable FRIEND;
Whose love is as large as his power,
And neither knows measure nor end.
2 'Tis Jesus, the FIRST and the LAST,
Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home;
We'll praise him for all that is past,
And trust him for all that's to come.

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HYMN 472. C. M. Amherst. [*]
FOR a thousand seraph tongues
To bless th' incarnate Word!
O for a thousand thankful songs
In honour of my Lord!