THE LORD OF GLORY REIGNS.

The Lord of glory reigns supremely great; High in the heav'ns he builds his | royal | seat; Through worlds unknown his sov'reign sway extends; Nor space, nor time his | boundless empire | ends; His eye beholds th' affairs of | ev'ry | nation, And reads each thought through his im- mense cre- ation.

Lightnings and storms his mighty word obey,
And planets roll where he has mark'd their way.
Unnumber'd cherubs, veil'd, before him stand,
Waiting the signal..of his | high com- mand:

His praise gives harmony to | all their | voices,
And the full choir, in | songs of praise re- joices.

Rebellious mortals, cease your tumults vain,
Nor longer such unequal | war main-| tain;
Let clay with fellow-clay in combat strive,
But dread to dare the | Pow'r by | which you | live:

With contrite hearts, fall prostrate, | and a- dore him,
For if he frown,..ye | perish,..all, be-| fore him.

Doddridge.

CHANT No. 101. (DOUBLE.)

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A-meu.

We sing his love, who once was slain,
Who soon o'er death re- viv'd a- gain,
That all his saints through him might have
Eternal conquests | o'er the grave.
Soon shall the trumpet sound, and we
Shall rise to immortality.

2

The saints who now in Jesus sleep,
His own almighty | power shall | keep,
Till dawns the bright illustrious day,
When death it- self shall | die a-| way.
Soon &c.

3

How loud shall our glad | voices | sing,
When Christ, his risen saints shall bring

From beds of dust and silent clay,
To realms of ever- lasting | day.

Soon &c.

4

When Jesus we in glory meet,

Our utmost joys shall be com- plete:
When landed on that heavenly shore,

Death and the

Soon &c.

curse shall be no more.

R. Hill's Col.

The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in | fire,
As the Lord cometh down in the pomp..of his | ire;
Self moving it drives on its pathway of cloud,

And the heavens with the burthen of | God-head are | bow'd.

2

The glory! the glory! around him are | pour'd,
The myriads of angels that | wait..on the | Lord;
And the glorified saints, and the martyrs are | there.
And all who the palm-wreaths of victo-ry | wear.

3

The trumpet! the trumpet! the dead have all heard:
Lo, the depths of the stone-cover'd | monuments | stirr'd!
From ocean and earth, from the south pole and | north,
Lo, the vast generation of | ages..come forth.

4

The judgment, the judgment! the thrones are all set,
Where the Lamb and the white-vested | elders..are | met;
All flesh is at once in the sight of the Lord,
And the doom of eternity | hangs..on his | word.

5

O mercy! O mercy! look down from above,
Redeemer, on us, thy sad | children..with | love!
When beneath to their darkness the wicked are | driven,
May our justified souls find a | wel..come in | heaven!
Rev. H. H. Milman.

Outstretch'd, with an afflictive | rod; And hark! a voice goes through the land, “Be still, and know that I am | God!"

2

Shall we, like guilty Adam, hide

In darkest shades our darker | fears?

. For who his coming may abide,

Or who shall stand when he ap- pears?

3

No! let us throng around his seat,

No! let us meet him face to faceProstrate our spirits at his feet,

Confess our sins, and sue for | grace.

4

Who knows but God will hear our cries-
Turn swift destruction from our | path—
Restrain his judgments; or chastise
In tender mercy, not in | wrath;

5

Old Hundred-Key of G. or Chant No. 1. He will, he will! for Jesus pleads:

Let heaven and earth such love record:

For us, for us, he intercedes:

Our help is nigh-It is the Lord!

Amen to be sung after Old Hundred.

Montgomery.

Thou maker of my vital frame,

Unveil thy face, pro- nounce thy | name;
Shine to my sight, and let the ear

Which thou hast | form'd, thy | language | hear;
Divide ye clouds, and let me see

The Power that | gives me | leave to | be.

2

Where is thy residence? Oh! why

Dost thou avoid my searching | eye;
Mysterious being! Great Unknown,

Say, do the clouds con- ceal thy | throne?
Or art thou all diffus'd abroad,

Through boundless | space, a present | God?

3

Is there not some delightful art

To feel thy presence..at my | heart?
To hear thy whispers, soft and kind,
In holy silence..of the mind?-

Then rest my thoughts; no longer roam
In quest of joy-for | heaven's at home!

Watts

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