219 "It is finished." L. M. 19TIS finished-so the Saviour cried, 'TIS And meekly bowed his head and died; 'Tis finished- yes, the work is done, 3 'Tis finished-Aaron now no more 5 'Tis finished-let the joyful sound Through heaven and hell, through earth and sky. 220 Joy for Salvation. C. M. JOY to the world! the Lord is come; Let earth receive her King, Let every heart prepare him room, Joy to the earth! the Saviour reigns; While fields and floods, rocks, hills, a Repeat the sounding joy. 3 No more let sins and sorrows grow, He comes to make his blessings flow 4 He rules the world with truth and grace, 1 221 OUR Lord is risen from the dead; 3 Loose all your bars of massy light, And wide unfold the radiant scene; He claims those mansions as his right;Receive the King of Glory in. 4 Who is the King of Glory, who? The Lord that all his foes o'ercame; The world, sin, death, and hell, o'erthrew; And Jesus is the Conqueror's name. 222 'I Praise for Redemption. GIVE immortal praise P. M. 2 To God the Son belongs Who ransomed us with blood And now he lives, and now he reigns, Be endless honours done; The undivided Three, And the mysterious One: Where reason fails, with all her powers, GRATITUDE. 1 223 The Object of our Creation. L. M. WHY have we lips, if not to sing The praises of our heavenly King? Why, but that each of us might stand 3 Why have we souls, if not to know Like senseless brutes, to know Him not! 6 Surely it is that robed in white, 224 Temporal and spiritual Blessings. C. M. WHENE'ER I take my walks abroad, How many poor I see! What shall I render to my God 2 Not more than others I deserve, How many children in the street While I am clothed from head to feet, And covered from the cold. While some poor wanderers scarce can tell I have a home wherein to dwell, 5 While others early learn to swear, And curse, and lie, and steal; Lord, am taught thy name to fear, And do thy holy will. 6 Are these thy favours, day by day, To me above the rest? Then let me love thee more than they, And try to serve thee best. FILIAL LOVE. 225 My Mother. COULD I so ungrateful be As to cause a mother pain? 2 In each hour of harm or good, 3 Oft as I have sickly lain, By my bed her watch she kept; -Grant me, ever as I live, 7'8. |