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CCLXXII.

Psalm 1xxii.

JESUS shall reign, where'er the sun
Does his successive journies run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more.

To Him shall endless pray'r be made;
To Him eternal honours paid:

His name, like perfume sweet, shall rise
With ev'ry morning sacrifice.

People and realms of ev'ry tongue
Shall sound his love in noblest song;
And babes and sucklings joyful raise
Their infant voice to lisp his praise.

Blessings abound where'er he reigns;
The pris ner leaps to lose his chains;
The weary find eternal rest;
And all the sons of want are blest.

Where He displays his healing pow'r, Death and the curse are known no more; In Him the tribes of Adam boast

More blessings than their father lost.

Let ev'ry creature rise and bring
Transcendent honours to our King;
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud Amen!

CCLXXIII.

'The night is far spent, the day is at hand." Rom. xiii. 12.

Tue night is now far spent,

The day comes on apace; The veil will soon be rent,

That hides the Saviour's face.

The clouds that now obstruct our sight, Will all be quickly put to flight.

Ye saints lift up your heads,
Salvation draweth nigh;
See where the morning spreads,
Its radiance through the sky:
O let this sight our spirits cheer,
Our Lord himself will soon appear.

Though men our hope deride,

Nor will themselves believe;
We'll in his word confide,
Who never can deceive;

But not to us be glory given,
All glory to the God of heaven.

CCLXXIV.

"Who is this that cometh from Edom."-Is. lxii. 1.

"WHO is this that comes from Edom,"
All his raiment stained with blood;
To His church proclaiming freedom,
Bringing and bestowing good;
Glorious in the garb he wears,
Glorious in the spoil he bears.

'Tis the Saviour, now victorious,
Travelling onward in his might;
'Tis the Saviour, oh, how glorious,
To his people is the sight;
Jesus now is strong to save,
Mighty to redeem the slave.

Why that blood his raiment staining,
"Tis the blood of many slain;
Of his foes there's none remaining,
None the contest to maintain;
Fallen they are no more to rise,
All their glory prostrate lies.

Mighty victor reign for ever,
Wear the crown so dearly won ;
Never shall thy people never,

Cease to sing what thou hast done; Thou hast fought thy people's foes, Thou wilt heal thy people's woes.

CCLXXV.

Rev. xi. 15.

Lo! it comes, that day of wonder, Loudest chorals shake the skies : Hades' gates are burst asunderSee the new-cloth'd myriads rise!

Blessed fold! no foe can enter,
And no friend departeth thence;
Jesus is our sun, our centre,—
And our shield, Omnipotence.

Blessed! for the Lamb shall feed us,
All cur tears shall wipe away,
To the living fountains lead us,
Through fruition's perfect day.

Thought, repress thy weak endeavour,
Here must reason prostrate fall—
O! the ineffable For Ever,
O the Eternal All in All!

CCLXXVI.

1 Cor. xv. 52.

HARK, 'tis the trumpet's sound,
It closes earthly things;
It echoes all around,

And great the news it brings;
It tells that Jesus is at hand,

And bids the world before him stand.

The sound is heard afar,

It goes through sea and land;
And now before his bar,

The assembled nations stand.
His friends are mingled with his foes,
But who are His the Saviour knows.

And now he calls his own,

He cleansed by his blood;

To sit upon his throne,

To prove the love of God.

With joy they meet him in the clouds, And mix with heaven's exulting crowds.

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