HYMN 249. L. M.
Universal Worship. Rev. v. 13.
EHOLD! the visions brighter grow,
Beyond what beasts, or elders know;
They wond'ring stand with sweet delight,
While glories beam upon their sight!
2 Jesus the pow'r of grace displays,
The four-and-twenty stand and gaze,
While all the sons of Adam's loin,
Now to the gospel grace resign.
3 From heaven and earth, and from the sea,
The mighty hosts assembled be;
And with one voice are heard to sing
The glories of their heav'nly King.
4 Now beasts and elders both unite
To make his praises their delight:
The vision saith this sweet employ
Shall fill the universe with joy.
HYMN 250. S. M.
The Day of Rest.
N songs of highest praise,
We shout the day divine;
Which, dawning now with heav'nly rays,
Shall soon with lustre shine.
Dark clouds shall pass away,
And light shall fast increase,
Till us the pow'r of perfect day
From darkness shall release.
3 This is the day of rest,
Prefigur'd by the law;
This day shall make all nations blest,
This day the prophets saw.
4 This day shall finish sin,
(Ye
e saints, your voices raise) Shall gather all the outcasts in, To sing eternal praise.
WOW to the Lord who built the skies
Let grateful songs of praise arise ;
By all that dwell beneath the sun,
Now be his grace in concert sung.
2 Far as the rolling planets move
He spreads his mercy and his love;
Thro' ev'ry land, and ev'ry clime,
His wond'rous works of goodness shine.
3 So let his goodness be express'd,
From north to south, from east to west,
And ev'ry living thing adore
His name, while sun and moon endure. S.STREETER.
JOIN ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue,
And sing Jehovah's praise;
Come, shout the wonders of his love,
The vict'ries of his grace!
2 Far as the circuit of the sun
He makes bis mercy known;
To ev'ry soul through ev'ry land
He sends his blessings down.
3 So let his sweetest praises sound,
By all, through ev'ry clime;
While moon and stars reflect their light,
Or suns propitious shine.
HYMN 253. S. M.
Now let our voices raise ;
His wond'rous works and boundless love
Do well demand our praise.
He gives us wholesome food
And richest draughts of wine;
And life, thro' Christ's redeeming blood,
Immortal and divine.
So let us sing his praise
While life and being last;
Then taste those beautific joys
Which cannot be express'd.
God all in all.
SING the gospel day,
When Christ shall finish sin;
His wond'rous love display,
And conquer'd rebels bring:
They prostrate fall,
And humbly own, that God-alone
The Saviour Christ must reign
Till all bis foes submit ;
And, being freed from pain,
Shall worship at his feet;
Shall prostrate fall,
And humbly own, that God-alone-
Is all in all.
3 Then death itself shall die,
And life triumphant reign;
No more shall sinners sigh
In darkness, guilt, and pain.
Prostrate they fall
And humbly own, that God-alone-
Is all in all.
4 Then Christ shall subject be
To him who reigns above;
And ev'ry creature see
Complete in heav'nly love :
Shall prostrate fall,
And humbly own, that God-alone
HYMN 255. L. M.
The Voice of Peace to the troubled Spirit.
EE, from the ark, the mystic dove,
On flying pinions, takes her way,
Thro' distant regions prone to move,
And view the wonders of the day.
2 Lo, she returns and seeks her rest,
And brings the olive branch of peace;
Thus are the cheerless mourners blest,
The tidings all their hopes increase.
3 So we, upon this ocean wide,
This boist'rous and perturbed state,
Where sin besets, and woes betide:
Nor we observe the floods abate.
4 Then does the Spirit's witness show
A source of love, a fount of grace;
A Saviour's goodness makes us know,
And points to God our righteousness.
5 Celestial messenger of joy!
Speed on thy way to this sad heart;
Bring with thee peace, without alloy,
And never from my soul depart.
HYMN 256. L. M.
The Soul's Anticipation of future Bliss..
REAR me, ye spirits of the blest,
To Zion's bow'rs of joy and peace;
Where all is love and heav'nly rest,
And holy anthems never cease.
2 Take me upon your wings, and fly;
Your lively pinions, hope and faith,
Nor stop, till far above the sky,
I rise, a conqu'ror over death.
3 Here in this world of sin and wo,
I groan in bondage, toil, and pain;
Where'er with wand'ring steps I go,
On earth, for bliss, my search is vain.
4 Here passions, leagu'd in baleful strife,
Wage with our comforts cruel war;
Hatred and wrath disturb our life,
Join'd in the rude tempestuous jar.
5 Above such scenes, on Canaan's coast,
A rapt'rous prospect cheers the soul;
Where discord, wrath, and strife are lost,
And seas of bliss ecstatic roll.
6 Sweet heavenly fields their bloom display;
No root of bitterness is found;
The sun of love shines all the day,
And spreads a joyful scene around.
7 Then bear me, spirits of the blest,
On faith and hope's most lively wing,
To Zion's bow'rs of heavenly rest,
Where I may holy anthems sing.
HYMN 257. L. M.
For the Annual Convention.
DEAR Lord, behold thy servants here,
From various parts together meet,
To tell their labours thro' the year,
And lay the harvest at thy feet.
2 In thy wide fields and vineyards, Lord,
We've toil'd and wrought with watchful care;
Thy wheat doth flourish by thy word,
Thy love consumes the choaking tare.
3 The reapers cry thy fields are white,
And ready to be gather'd in ;
The lab'ror shouts with sweet delight,
This is the day to finish sin.
4 Ripe clusters on the vines appear,
We've flagons too of richest wine;
O come, dear Saviour, meet us here,
And crown the banquet all divine.
5 O bless us while we here remain,
With holy love thy servants fill ;
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