Joyful they come,

From realms of day

And wing their way To Jesus' tomb.

3. Then back to heaven they fly, The joyful news to bear; Hark! as they soar on high,

What music fills the air!

Their anthems say, | Hath left the dead; "Jesus who bled, He rose to-day."

4. Ye mortals, catch the sound,

Redeemed by him from hell;
And send the echo round

The globe, on which you dwell;
Transported, cry
Hath left the dead,
"Jesus, who bled, No more to die."

5. All hail, triumphant Lord,

Who sav'st us with thy blood!
Wide be thy name adored,

Thou rising, reigning God!
With thee we rise, And empires gain
With thee we reign, Beyond the skies.

708, Opening a Place of Worship.
1. IN sweet, exalted strains,

The King of glory praise;
O'er heaven and earth he reigns,
Through everlasting days;
He, at his will, the world controls,
Sustains, or sinks, the distant poles.
2. To earth he bends his throne-
His throne of grace divine;
Wide is his bounty known,

And wide his glories shine;
Fair Salem, still his chosen rest,
Is with his smiles and presence blest.
3. Great King of glory! come,

And, with thy favor crown
This temple as thy dome-

This people as thine own:
Beneath this roof, O! deign to show
How God can dwell with men below.

4. Here may thine ears attend

Thy people's humble cries,
And grateful praise ascend,
All-fragrant, to the skies:
Here may thy word melodious sound,
And spread celestial joys around.

5. Here may th' attentive throng
Imbibe thy truth and love;
And converts join the song
Of seraphim above;

And willing crowds surround thy board,
With sacred joy and sweet accord.

DENNIS. S. M.*

4

NAGELI.

well sup- plied:

1. BEHOLD! what wondrous grace The Father has bestowed,

On sinners of a mortal race,

To call them sons of God.

2. 'Tis no surprising thing,

That we should be unknown;

The Jewish world knew not their KingGod's everlasting Son.

3. Nor doth it yet appear

How great we must be made;

But, when we see our Saviour here,
We shall be like our Head.

4. A hope, so much divine,

May trials well endure;

May purge our souls from sense and sin, As Christ, the Lord, is pure.

5. If, in my Father's love,

I share a filial part,

Send down thy Spirit, like a dove,

To rest upon my heart.

6. We would no longer lie,

Like slaves, beneath the throne; Our faith shall-"Abba, Father!"-cry, And thou the kindred own,

To sprinkle o'er the flaming throne With his atoning blood.

2. No fiery vengeance now,

No burning wrath comes down; If justice calls for sinner's blood, The Saviour shows his own.

3. Before his Father's eye

Our humble suit he moves;
The Father lays his thunder by,
And looks, and smiles, and loves.

4. Now may our joyful tongues
Our Maker's honors sing;
Jesus, the Priest, receives our songs,
And bears them to the King.

5. We bow before his face,

And sound his glories high. Hosanna to the God of grace,

That lays his thunder by.

6. On earth thy mercy reigns,

And triumphs all above: But, Lord, how weak our mortal strains, To quench immortal love.

Doxology.

YE angels round the throne,

And saints that dwell below, Worship the Father, praise the Son, And bless the Spirit, too.

RHINE. H. M.

2. He left his starry crown,
And laid his robes aside;
On wings of love, came down,

And wept, and bled, and died: What he endured, no tongue can tell, To save our souls from death and hell.

3. From the dark grave he rose,— The mansion of the dead; And thence his mighty foes

In glorious triumph led;

Up through the sky the conqueror rode,
And reigns on high, the Saviour God.

4. From thence he 'll quickly come,-
His chariot will not stay,-
And bear our spirits home

To realms of endless day:

There shall we see his lovely face,
And ever be in his embrace.

715.

The Jubilee proclaimed.

1. BLOW ye the trumpet!-blow,—
The gladly solemn sound!
Let all the nations know,

To earth's remotest bound,

The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.

2. Exalt the Lamb of God,-
The sin-atoning Lamb;
Redemption by his blood,

Through all the world proclaim: The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.

3.Ye slaves of sin and hell!

Your liberty receive;
And safe in Jesus dwell,

And blest in Jesus live;
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.

4. The gospel trumpet hear,

The news of pardoning grace: Ye happy souls! draw near, Behold your Saviour's face: The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.

5. Jesus, our great High-Priest,

Has full atonement made!
Ye weary spirits! rest,

Ye mourning souls! be glad:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.

1. THE Lord Jehovah reigns,
His throne is built on high;
The garments he assumes,

Are light and majesty;

His glories shine with beams so bright, No mortal eye can bear the sight.

2. The thunders of his hand

Keep the wide world in awe;
His wrath and justice stand,
To guard his holy law;
And where his love resolves to bless,
His truth confirms and seals the grace.
3. Through all his perfect work,

Surprising wisdom shines;
Confounds the powers of hell,

And breaks their cursed designs:
Strong is his arm-and shall fulfill
His great decrees, his sovereign will.

4. And can this mighty King

Of glory condescend

And will he write his name,

My Father and my Friend!

I love his name, I love his word;

Join, all my powers, and praise the Lord.