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Now he's crowned with a rainbow,
Brighter than a sardine stone;
Join to praise our conquering King, 4 Jesus saves us from temptation,
Sin and Satan, Death and Hell,
Glory to Immanuel.
There his precious blood did run;
Give him glory, give him glory,
HYMN 152. P. M.
Methinks 'tis Jubal's trump I hear,
Return ye exiles home.
In glory doth appear.
And hail the jubil' year.
She thus begins to sing : From tears, and sighs, and groans, and pains, She soars where joy immortal reigns,
To view the rosy spring. 4 As larks and linnets swectly sing,
While hills and valleys round them ring,
'Scaped from the fowler's snare, One thousand years she here shall dweli, While Satan is chained down in hell,
Which ends the jubil' year. 5 The dragon is let loose once more, And round the earth his trumpets roar,
He's now for war again;
Into the fiery main. 6 T'he seventh trumpet you shall hear, A great white throne shall then appear,
Ten thousand angels round:
And burns the solid ground. 7 Arise ye nations and come forth, From east and west and north and south,
Behold the Judge is come:
And hear the awful doom.
No more to see my face;
And scoff d at sovereign grace. 9 See parents and their children part, Some shout for joy, some bleed in heart,
Never to meet again;
HYMN 153. C. M.
1 Be Upon a dying
He's run his race, and got no grace,
An awful sight indeed. 2 Poor man he lies, in sore surprise And thus he doth complain ;
No grace I've got, and I cannot
Recall my time again. 3 This is the truth, I've spent my youth,
In sinful sports and mirth; Put far away the evil day,
And scarcely thought on death. 4 My conscience then, could not refrain,
But gave me many a check; But wilfully I put him by,
His voice I did reject. 5 God's spirit came, once and again,
To me from realms above; Alas! but I would not compiy;
I grieved the heav'nly dove. 6 In middle age, I did engage
In the affairs of life; Some wealth to gain, that might sustain
My children and my wife.
The devil led me on;
My day of grace is gone.
Before my fixed eye;
To burn eternally.
God's vengealice reigneth there ; I yield my breath to cruel death,
In horror and despair.
No mercy can I find :
And leave no hope behind.
A warning be to all,
And hearken to his call.
HYMN 154. P. M. 1
Behold thy light is come;
To take his exiles home :
To set poor sinners free;
The year of jubilee.
The earth must know her doom ;
Behold the judge is come:
Consume the rolling flood!
Go turn the moon to blood!
Before the judge appear;
languages shall come,
Ten thousand angels round,
Echo's the awful sound.
To sinners now is o'er ;
And to be heard no more!
And with their flocks above,
HYMN 155. P. M.
With all the dead awake,
Oil in your vessels take;
Yvirgin souls arise,
2 He comes, he comes, to call
The nations to his bar,
Go forth with joy to meet your Lord. 3 Go meet him in the sky,
Your everlasting friend-
With all his saints ascend.
To see, without a veil, his face.
The unction from above,
And thirsted for his love;
Rejoice with all the sanctified.
Of that great day, unknown,
To stand before his throne;-
And lean on your Immanuel's breast. 6 The everlasting doors
Shall soon the saints receive,
In glorious joy to live:
With God eternally shut in.
The trumpet's welcome sound;
May we be watching found !
JIYMN 156. L. M.
The wheat and tares together grow;
For soon the reaping time will come,