He will present his saints,
Unblemish'd and complete,
Before the glory of his face,
With joys divinely great.
Then all the chosen seed,
Shall meet around his throne; Shall bless the conduct of his grace, And make his wonders known.
To our redeeming God,
Eternal truth belongs,
Immortal crowns of majesty,
And never-ceasing songs.
EFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone:
He can create, and he destroy.
His sov'reign pow'r without our aid,
Made us of clay, and form'd us men:
And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd,
He brought us to his fold again.
We'll croud his gates with thankful songs,
High as the heav'ns our voices raise;
And earth with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill his courts with sounding praise.
Wide as the world is his command;
Vast as eternity his love;
Firm as a rock his truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move!
HILDREN of the heav'nly king!
As we journey, let us sing;
Sing our Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.
We are trav❜ling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod;
They are happy now, and we
Soon their happiness shall see.
O ye chosen seed; be glad,
Christ our advocate is made;
Us to save, our flesh assumes,
Brother to our souls becomes.
Fear not, brethren! joyful stand
On the borders of our land;
Jesus Christ, our Father's son,
Bids us undismay'd go on.
Lord! obediently we'll go,
Gladly leaving all below;
Only thou our leader be,
And we'll ever follow thee.
HYMN XXIX. P. M.
OD of all redeeming grace!
By thy pard'ning love compell'd,
Up to thee our souls we raise,
Up to thee our bodies yield.
Thou our sacrifice receive,
Which we offer thro' thy son;
Whilst to thee alone we live,
Whilst we die to thee alone.
Meet it is and just and right,
That we should be wholly thine:
In thy will alone delight,
In thy blessed service join.
O! that every word and work,
Might proclaim how good thou art,
Holiness unto the Lord,
Be inscrib'd on every heart.
EADER of faithful souls! and guide
Of all that travel to the sky;
Come and with us, ev'n us, abide,
Who would on thee alone rely.
Strangers and pilgrims here below,
This earth we know is not our place;
We hast❜n thro' this vale of woe,
In glory to behold thy face.
We've no abiding city here,
But seek a city out of sight;
Thither our steady course we steer,
Aspiring to the plains of light.
Patient th' appointed race to run,
This weary world we cast behind;
From strength to strength we travel on,
The new Jerusalem to find.
Thro' Thee, who all our sins hast borne,
Freely and graciously forgiv'n;
With songs to Zion we return,
Contending for our native heav'n.
HYMN XXXI. L. M.
AWAKE my
my soul, awake my eyes,
Awake my drowsy faculties:
Awake and see the new-born light,
Spring from the darksome womb of night.
Look up and see the unweary'd sun,
Already has his race begun;
The pretty lark is mounted high,
And sings his matins in the sky.
Arise my soul, and thou my voice,
In songs of praise early rejoice;
O! great Creator, heav'nly king,
Thy praises let me ever sing.
Thy pow'r has made, thy goodness kept
This senseless body when I slept;
Yet one night more hast thou kept me
From all the powers of darkness free.
O! keep my soul from sin secure,
My life unblamable and pure,
That when the last of days shall come,
I cheerfully may meet my doom.
NING to the Lord, ye distant lands, Ye tribes of every tongue;
His new discover'd grace demands,
A new and nobler song.
Say to the nations, Jesus reigns,
God's own almighty son;
His pow'r the sinking world sustains,
And grace surrounds his throne.
Behold he comes, he comes to bless,
The nations as their God;
To shew the world his righteousness,
And send his truth abroad.
But when his voice shall raise the dead,
And bid the world draw near,
How will the guilty nations dread,
To see their judge appear.
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