While round his throne, HYMN 432. H. M. Toplady. Eagle Street. Bethesda. Jubilee. 1 BLOW ye the trumpet, blow The year, &c. 3 Ye slaves of sin and hell, HYMN 433. L. P. M. Doddridge. St. Helen's. Eaton. Efficacy of God's word. Jer. xxiii. 29. 1 WITH rev'rend awe, tremendous Lord We hear the thunders of thy word; The pride of Lebanon it breaks, Swift the celestial fire descends, The flinty rock in pieces rends, And earth to its deep centre shakes. 2 Array'd in majesty divine, 7 Here sanctity and justice shine, And horror strikes the rebel through; 3 So spread the honors of thy name; And bless the hand by which they die. HYMN 434. 8, 7, 4. Kelly. Littleton. Tamworth. Isa. lii. 7. 1 ON the mountain's top appearing, God himself will loose thy bands. 2 Has thy night been long and mournful, All thy friends unfaithful prov'd? Have thy foes been proud and scornful, By thy sighs and tears unmov'd? Cease thy mourning, Zion still is well belov'd. 3 God, thy God, will now restore thee! Zion's King vouchsafes to send. 4 Peace and joy shall now attend thee, End in everlasting rest. HYMN 435. C. M. St. Ann's. Colchester. St. Martin's. Sinai and Calvary. 1 HARK! how from Sinai's mount proceeds 2 Behold the sinner's fearless soul, 3 But lo!-what sounds of heav'nly peace, Amid the storm I hear; When howling winds a moment cease, 4 Now, on the hill of Calvary, 5 Whene'er the tempest's vengeful voice, I then in Jesus will rejoice, And mercy's gentle call. 6 And when by care and wo oppress'd, I'll flee to him and find a rest- HYMN 436. 7s. Pleyel's Hymn. Hampton. The little cloud. 1 Kings xviii. 44. 1 SAW ye not the cloud arise, Little as the human hand! Now it spreads along the skies, Hangs o'er all the thirsty land! 2 Lo, the promise of a show'r Drops already from above; But the Lord will shortly pour All the blessings of his love. 3 When he first the work begun, Small and feeble was his day; Now the word doth swiftly run, Now it wins its wid'ning way. 4 Sons of God, your Saviour praise; He the door hath open'd wide; He hath giv'n the word of grace; Jesus' word is glorified. HYMN 437. S. M. Cambridge. Silver Street. 1 THE day is drawing nigh, Like doves shall speed their flight. |