Now he's crowned with a rainbow, He comes, he comes, the Christian sees him, Hark the Herald Angels sing, 4 Jesus saves us from temptation, 1 Once a dying on a mountain, There his precious blood did run ; Now he's brought us to the fountain, Springing from his Father's throne. Give him glory, give him glory, Let all heaven begin to sing, Glory, glory, glory, glory, Through eternal ages ring. WE HYMN 152. P. M. WHAT sound is this salutes mine ear, It shakes the heavens, the earth, the sea, Return ye exiles home. 2 Behold the new Jerusalem, 3 King Jesus takes her to his arms- From tears, and sighs, and groans, and pains, She soars where joy immortal reigns, To view the rosy spring. 4 As larks and linnets sweetly sing, 'Scaped from the fowler's snare, One thousand years she here shall dwell, While Satan is chained down in hell, Which ends the jubil' year. 5 The dragon is let loose once more, But he that sits upon the throne, 6 The seventh trumpet you shall hear, An angel turns the moon to blood, 7 Arise ye nations and come forth, What horror fills the guilty breast, 8 Depart ye cursed, go down to hell, My glorious gospel you've withstood, 9 See parents and their children part, Some shout for joy, some bleed in heart, Never to meet again; In fiery chariots Zion flies, And quickly gains the upper skies, 1 BE HYMN 153. C. M. EHOLD the man, threescore and ten, He's run his race, and got no grace, 2 Poor man he lies, in sore surprise K No grace I've got, and I cannot 3 This is the truth, I've spent my youth, And scarcely thought on death. 4 My conscience then, could not refrain, His voice I did reject. 5 God's spirit came, oncè and again, 6 In middle age, I did engage Some wealth to gain, that might sustain My children and my wife. 7 This worldly care, did prove a snare, And now, alas, this is the case, 8 My sins are all, both great and small, And I must go to endless wo, To burn eternally. 9 O dreadful hell, where I must dwell, 10 My glass is run, and I'm undone, And instantly the man doth die, 11 An awful sight, God grant it might, To seek God's face for saving grace, HYMN 154. P. M. ARISE and shine, O Zion fair, Behold thy light is come; Thy glorious conquering king is near, The trumpet sounding through the sky, The day of wonder now is nigh, 2 Ye heralds blow your trumpets loud; 3 Arise ye nations under ground, All tongues and languages shall come, 4 The glorious news of gospel grace The watchmen all have left their walls, On Canaan's peaceful shore they sing, 1 HYMN 155. P. M. YE virgin souls arise, With all the dead awake, Unto salvation wise, Oil in your vessels take; 2 He comes, he comes, to call The nations to his bar, And take to glory all . Who meet for glory are; Make ready for your full reward, Go forth with joy to meet your Lord. 3 Go meet him in the sky, Your everlasting friend- With all his saints ascend. And thirsted for his love; Of that great day, unknown, To stand before his throne;- Shall soon the saints receive, With seraphs, thrones, and powers, And far from sorrow, pain and sin, 7 Then let us wait to hear The trumpet's welcome sound; May we be watching found! THO HYMN 156. L. M. HOUGH in the outward church below Jesus ere long will weed the crop, For soon the reaping time will come, |