2 Lord, in this House of Prayer, To them are brought. 3 Blest be this House of Prayer, 4 When in the House of Prayer Is ever o'er; Oh, may we meet above, . D. PHELPS. 2 Hallelujah! for the Lord God omnipotent shall reign: Echo round the earth and main; From the centre to the skies, Wakes above, beneath, around, All creation's harmonies. 3 He shall reign from pole to pole, With supreme, unbounded sway; He shall reign, when, like a scroll, Yonder heavens have passed away. Then the end;-beneath his rod Man's last enemy shall fall; Hallelujah! Christ in God, God in Christ is all in all. MONTGOMERY. 1445 The Song of Jubilee. 1 Wake the song of jubilee; BACON. Let it echo o'er the sea; 2 Now the desert lands rejoice, Trembling while a crystal flood, Issued from her weeping eyes. 2 But her sorrows quickly fled When she heard his welcome voice; Now he bids her heart rejoice. He will wipe your tears away. 3 He who came to comfort her, When she thought her all was lost, On his love your thoughts employ; 2 So, the dew-drops gathered here,Mites from willing childhood's hand, Shall those streams of bounty cheer, That with greenness clothe the land; With that sea of love shall blend, Which the gospel's grace doth pour, And the name of Jesus send 448 E'en to earth's remotest shore. Christian Joy. 1 Children of the heavenly King, As ye journey, sweetly sing; Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, Glorious in his works and ways. Ye are travelling home to God, In the way the father's trod; They are happy now-and ye Soon their happiness shall see. 2 Shout, ye little flock, and blest; You on Jesus' throne shall rest: There your seat is now preparedThere your kingdom and reward. Lord, submissive make us go, Gladly leaving all below; Only thou our leader be; And we still will follow thee. CENNICK. 1 Do not I love thee, O, my Lord ? 2 Is not thy name melodious still Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound, My Saviour's voice to hear? 8 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock Hast thou a foe before whose face 4 Thou knowest I love thee, dearest Lord; But O! I long to soar Far from the sphere of mortal joys, 5 Would not my heart pour forth its blood In honor of thy name? And challenge the cold hand of death To damp th' immortal flame? 1 These are the crowns that we shall wear, When all the saints are crowned; These are the palms that we shall bear On yonder holy ground. 2 These are the robes, unsoiled and white, Which we shall then put on, When, foremost 'mong the sons of light, We sit on yonder throne. 3 That is the city of the saints, Where we so soon shall stand, When we shall strike these desert-tents, And quit this desert-land. 4 Then welcome toil, and care, and pain! And welcome sorrow, too! All toil is rest, all grief is gain, With such a prize in view. 5 Come, crown and throne; come, robe and palm; Burst forth, glad stream of peace! Come, holy city of the Lamb! Rise, Sun of Righteousness! H. DONAR. Tune- Sweet Hour of Prayer," page 14. 1 Jesus! and shall it ever be, A mortal man ashamed of thee! Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise, Whose glories shine thro' endless days! 2 Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far Let evening blush to own a star; He sheds the beams of light divine O'er this benighted soul of mine. 3 Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon Let midnight be ashamed of noon; "Tis midnight with my soul till he, Bright Morning-Star! bid darkness flee. 4 Ashamed of Jesus! that dear friend, On whom my hopes of heaven depend! No; when I blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere his name. 5 Ashamed of Jesus! yes I may, When I've no guilt to wash away, No tear to wipe, no good to crave, No fears to quell, no soul to save. 6 Till then-nor is my boasting vainTill then, I boast a Saviour slain! And O, may this my glory be, That Christ is not ashamed of me. 453 Glorying in the Cross. Tune-"Glorious Tidings," page 166. 1 In the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; Gathers round its head sublime. Lo! it glows with peace and joy. 3 When the sun of bliss is beaming Light and love upon my way, 4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, 5 In the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; 19 Love to the Church. Tune Shirland, page 153. 1 I love thy kingdom, Lord, 2 The house of thine abode, DWIGHT The church our blest Redeemer saved Beyond my highest joy I prize her heavenly ways, Her sweet communion, solemn vows, 3 Jesus, thou Friend divine, 4 Our Saviour and our King: Thy hand from every snare and foe Shall great deliverance bring. Sure as thy truth shall last, To Zion shall be given The brightest glories earth can yield, And brighter bliss of heaven. 1 Come, we that love the Lord, 2 Let those refuse to sing That never knew our God; A thousand sacred sweets, 4 Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry; [ground, We're marching through Immanuel's To fairer worlds on high. |