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The tears shall be wip'd from our eyes,
When thee we behold in the cloud,
And shout to the trumpet of God.
“ Know ye that the Lord he is God.”—
Ps. c. 3.
BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy ;
He can create, and he destroy.
Made us of clay, and formed us men; And when like wand'ring sheep we stray’d,
He brought us to his fold again. 3 We are his people, we his care,
Our souls and all our mortal frame;
Almighty Maker, to thy name! 4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heav'ns our voices raise; And earth with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is thy command,
Vast as eternity thy love;
When rolling years shall cease to move.
C.M. “Great is thy faithfulness.”—Lam. iii. 23. BEGIN my tongue, some heav’nly theme,
And speak some boundless thing; The mighty works, or mightier name,
Of our eternal King. 2 Tell of his wondrous faithfulness,
And sound his pow'r abroad ; Sing the sweet promise of his
For wretched dying men;
With an immortal pen.
The mighty promise shines ;
Those everlasting lines.
As that which built the skies; The voice that rolls the stars along,
Speaks all the promises.
John i. 29.
The Lamb of God who died for thee;
2 O here forget thy cares and pains,
Come, drink, yet still thy thirst remains ;
Can satisfy the thirst of love.
Revives my heart, and charms my ear ;
4 'Till then-nor is my boasting vain
"Till then, I'll boast a Saviour slain; And oh! may this my glory be, That Saviour not asham'd of me!
“ Behold what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us !” 1 Jn. iii. 1.
BEHOLD what wondrous grace
The Father has bestow'd,
race, To call them sons of God !
2 'Tis no surprising thing,
That we should be unknown;
God's everlasting Son. 3 Nor doth it yet appear
How great we must be made;
We shall be like our Head.
4 A hope so much divine
May trials well endure,
As Christ the Lord is pure. 5 If in my Father's love,
I share a filial part,
To rest upon my heart.
Like slaves beneath the throne ;
And thou the kindred own.
“ They may forget, yet will I not forget
8's. thee.”—Isa. xlix. 15. BELIEVERS of mercy alone,
Of covenant mercy should sing;
Their persons and off'rings to bring;
With them can have nothing to do, The Saviour's obedience and blood
Hide all their transgressions from view. 2 The work which his goodness begun
The arm of his strength will complete,
And never was forfeited yet;
Not all things below nor above,
Or sever the soul from his love.
3 Believer, thy name from his hands,
Eternity will not erase;
În marks of indelible grace:
As sure as the earnest is giv'n;
Are glorified spirits in heav’n.
Luke x. 22.
In life's uncertain path I stand ;
To guide my doubtful footsteps right. 2 Engage this roving treach’rous heart,
To fix on Mary's better part;
For joys that none can take away. 3 Then let the wildest storms arise ;
Let tempests mingle earth and skies;
But all my treasures with me bear. 4 If thou, my Jesus! still be nigh,
Cheerful I live, and joyful die;
For the sea is come and the billows roll ;