3 But sinners, fill'd with guilty fears,
Behold his wrath prevailing;
For they shall rise, and find their tears
And sighs are unavailing:
The day of grace is past and gone;
Trembling they stand before the throne,
All unprepar'd to meet him.
4 Great God! what do I see and hear!
The end of things created!
Behold the Judge of man appear,
On clouds of glory seated!
Low at his cross, I view the day,
When heav'n and earth shall pass away,
And thus prepare to meet him.
REAT the joy when Christians meet!
Christian fellowship how sweet!
When with heart and hope the same,
They exalt Jehovah's name.
2 Sing we that eternal love,
That which did the Father move;
He beheld the world undone,
Lov'd the world, and gave his Son.
3 Sing the Son's unbounded grace,
How he died to save our race;
Sing we to the Spirit's pow'r,
How he strives in mercy's hour.
4 Great the joy, the union sweet,
When the saints in glory meet;
When the theme is still the same,
When they praise Jehovah's name!
GUIDE us, O thou great Jehovah!
Pilgrims, through this barren land:
We are weak, but thou art mighty;
Hold us with thy pow'rful hand:
Bread of heav'n!
Feed us till we want no more.
2 Open thou the living fountain,
Whence the healing waters flow;
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar
Lead us all our journey through:
Strong Deliv'rer!
Be thou still our strength and shield.
3 When we tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid our anxious fears subside;
Bear us through the swelling torrent,
Land us safe on Canaan's side:
Songs of praises
We will ever give to thee.
1 HAIL the day that sees him rise,
Glorious to his native skies!
Christ, awhile to mortals giv'n,
Enters now the gates of heav'n.
2 There the glorious triumph waits;
Lift your heads, eternal gates!
Christ hath vanquish'd death and sin:
Enter, King of glory! in.
3 Though the heav'n its Lord receives,
Yet he loves the earth he leaves;
Though returning to his throne,
Yet he calls the Church his own.
4 Lord, though parted from our sight,
Far beyond the starry height,
Grant our hearts may thither rise,
Seeking thee above the skies.
HAIL, thou once despised Jesus!
Hail, thou Galilean King!
Thou didst suffer to release us;
Thou didst free salvation bring.
Hail, thou agonizing Saviour,
Bearer of our sin and shame!
By thy merits we find favour;
Life is giv'n us through thy Name.
2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed!
All our sins on thee were laid:
By Almighty love anointed,
Thou hast full atonement made:
All thy people are forgiven
Through the virtue of thy blood;
Open'd is the gate of heaven;
Peace is made 'twixt man and God.
3 Jesus, hail! enthron'd in glory,
There for ever to abide;
All the heav'nly hosts adore thee,
Seated at thy Father's side:
There for sinners thou art pleading;
There thou dost our place prepare;
Ever for us interceding,
Till in glory we appear!
AIL, thou source of ev'ry blessing!
Sov'reign Father of mankind!
Gentiles now, thy grace possessing,
In thy courts admission find:
Gratefully we fall before thee,
In thy Church obtain a place;
Now by faith behold thy glory,
Praise thy truth, adore thy grace.
2 Once far off, but now invited,
We approach thy sacred throne;
In thy covenant united,
Reconcil'd, redeem'd, made one.
Now, reveal'd to eastern sages,
See the star of mercy shine!
Myst'ry hid in former ages,
Myst'ry great of love divine!
3 Hail, thou ever blessèd Saviour!
Gentiles now their off'rings bring;
In thy temple seek thy favour;
Worship thee, their Lord and King.
May we body, soul, and spirit—
Live devoted to thy praise,
Glorious realms of bliss inherit,
Grateful anthems ever raise !
APPY the heart where graces reign,
Where love inspires the breast!
Love is the brightest of the train,
And perfects all the rest.
2 Knowledge, alas! 'tis all in vain,
And all in vain our fear:
Our stubborn sins will fight and reign,
If love be absent there.
3 'Tis love that makes our cheerful feet
In swift obedience move:
The devils know, and tremble too,
But Satan cannot love.
4 This is the grace that lives and sings,
When faith and hope shall cease;
'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings,
In the sweet realms of bliss.
5 When join'd to that harmonious throng
That fills the choirs above,
Then shall we tune our golden harps,
And ev'ry note be love.
HAPPY the souls to Jesus join'd,
And sav'd by grace alone!
Walking in all his ways, they find
Their heav'n on earth begun.
2 The Church, triumphant in thy love,
Their joys in part we know;
They sing the Lamb in hymns above,
And we in hymns below:
3 Thee, in thy glorious realm, they praise,
And bow before thy throne;
We, in the kingdom of thy grace;
The kingdoms are but one.
4 Who love thy holy courts below,
The holiest soon will see;
The glories all-triumphant know,
And ever dwell with thee.
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