3 Full of joyful expectation,
Saints, behold the Judge appear!
Truth and justice go before him,
Now the joyful sentence hear:
Hallelujah,
Welcome, welcome, Judge divine.
4 "Come, ye blessed of my Father,
"Enter into life and joy;
Banish all your fears and sorrows,
Endless praise be your employ:"
Hallelujah,
Welcome, welcome to the skies.
5 Now at once they rise to glory,
Jesus brings them as their king;
There, with all the hosts of heav'n,
They eternal anthems sing:
Hallelujah,
Boundless glory to the Lamb.
HYMN 20. First Part. L. M.
Influences of the Holy Ghost.
1 ETERNAL Spirit! we confess
And sing the wonders of thy grace:
Thy pow'r conveys our blessings down
From God the Father and the Son.
2 Enlighten'd by thine heav'nly ray,
Our shades and darkness turn to day;
We learn the meaning of thy word,
And find salvation in the Lord.
3 Thy pow'r and glory work within,
And break the chains of reigning sin;
Our wild imperious lusts subdue,
And form our wretched hearts anew.
4 The troubled conscience knows thy voice, Thy cheering words awake our joys;
Thy words allay the stormy wind,
And calm the surges of the mind.
HYMN 20. Second Part. L. M.
Influences of the Holy Ghost.
EAR Lord, and shall thy Spirit rest In such a wretched heart as mine? Unworthy dwelling! glorious Guest! Favour astonishing, divine!
2 When sin prevails, and gloomy fear,
And hope almost expires in night,
Lord, can thy Spirit then be here,
Great spring of comfort, life and light?
3 Sure the blest Comforter is nigh;
"Tis he sustains my fainting heart;
Else would my hopes for ever die,
And ev'ry cheering ray depart.
4 When some kind promise glads my soul, Do I not find his healing voice The tempest of my fears control, And bid my drooping pow'rs rejoice? 5 Whene'er to call the Saviour mine, With ardent wish my heart aspires; Can it be less than pow'r divine, Which animates these strong desires? 6 What less than thine almighty Word Can raise my heart from earth and dust; And bid me cleave to thee, my Lord, My life, my treasure, and my trust? 7 And when my cheerful hope can say, "I love my God, and taste his grace;" Lord, is it not thy blissful ray,
Which brings this dawn of sacred peace? 8 Let thy kind Spirit in my heart, For ever dwell, O God of love;
And light and heav'nly peace impart,
Sweet earnest of the joys above.
HYMN 20. Third Part. C. M.
Breathing after the Holy Spirit.
1 COME, Holy Spirit, heav'nly dove,
With all thy quick'ning pow'rs,
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.
2 Look, how we grovel here below,
Fond of these trifling toys:
Our souls can neither fly nor go,
To reach eternal joys.
3 In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise,
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.
4 Dear Lord! and shall we ever live
At this poor, dying rate?
Our love so faint, so cold to thee,
And thine to us so great?
5 Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly dove,
With all thy quick'ning pow'rs,
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.
HYMN 21. First Part. L. M.
The Church.
1 HOUT! for the blessed Jesus reigns,
Thro' distant lands his triumphs spread;
And sinners, freed from endless pains,
Own him their Saviour and their head.
2 He calls his chosen from afar,
They all at Zion's gate arrive;
Those who were dead in sin before,
By sov'reign grace are made alive.
3 Gentiles and Jews his laws obey,
Nations remote their off'rings bring,
And, unconstrain'd, their homage pay
To their exalted God and King.
4 O may his Holy Church increase,
His Word and Spirit still prevail;
While angels celebrate his praise,
And saints his growing glories hail!
5 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 21. Second Part. L. M.
Election sovereign and free.
EHOLD! the potter moulds the clay,
His vessel forms himself to please:
Such is our God, and such are we,
The subjects of his just decrees.
2 Doth not the workman's pow'r extend
O'er all the mass; which part to choose,
And mould it for a nobler end;
And which to leave for viler use?
3 May not the sov'reign Lord on high
Dispense his favours as he will;
Choose some to life, while others die;
And yet be just and glorious still?
4 What, if to make his terror known,
He lets his patience long endure,
Suff'ring vile rebels to go on,
And seal their own destruction sure?
5 What, if he mean to show his grace,
And his electing love employ
To mark out some of mortal race,
And form them fit for heav'nly joy?
6 Shall man reply against the Lord,
And call his Maker's ways unjust;
The thunder of whose dreadful word
Can crush a thousand worlds to dust?
7 But, O! my soul, if truth so bright
Should dazzle and confound thy sight;
Yet still his written will obey,
And wait the great decisive day.
8 Then shall he make his justice known:
And the whole world, before his throne,
With joy, or terror, shall confess
The glory of his righteousness.
HYMN 21. Third Part. S. M.
Communion of Saints.
LEST be the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love:
The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above.
2 Before our Father's throne
We pour our ardent prayers;
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one,
Our comforts and our cares.
3 We share our mutual woes;
Our mutual burdens bear :;
And often for each other flows
The sympathising tear.
4 We're one in Christ our head,
In him we grow, and thrive;
Nor will he leave us with the dead,
While he remains alive.
5 This glorious hope revives
Our courage by the way;
While each in expectation lives,
And longs to see the day.
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