He sits at God's right hand
Till all His foes submit,
And bow to His command,
And fall beneath His feet.
Rejoice in glorious hope;
Jesus the Judge shall come,
And take His servants up
To their eternal home :
We soon shall hear the archangel's voice,
The trump of God shall sound, Rejoice!
C. Wesley.
ROWN Him with many crowns,
The Lamb upon His throne !
Hark! how the heavenly anthem drowns
All music but its own.
Awake, my soul, and sing
Of Him who died for thee;
And hail Him as thy matchless King
Through all eternity.
2 Crown Him the Virgin's Son !
The God incarnate born,
Whose conquering arm those trophies won
Which now His brow adorn.
The Saviour long foretold,
The branch of Jesse's stem,
The eternal Shepherd of His fold,
The Babe of Bethlehem!
3 Crown Him the Lord of life!
Who triumphed o'er the grave,
And rose victorious in the strife,
For those He came to save.
His glories now we sing,
Who died and rose on high,
Who died eternal life to bring,
And lives that death may die!
4 Crown Him the Lord of Might,
The King of kings alone,
Maker of all, serene and bright,
On His eternal Throne;
On the broad sea of light,
Whose everlasting waves
Reflect His Throne,-the Infinite !
Who lives, and loves, and saves!
ARK! the song of Jubilee !
Loud as mighty thunders roar ;
Or the fulness of the sea
When it breaks upon the shore.
Hallelujah! for the Lord
God omnipotent shall reign;
Hallelujah! let the word
Echo round the earth and main.
2 Hallelujah!-—hark! the sound,
From the centre to the skies,
Wakes above, beneath, around,
All creation's harmonies.
See, Jehovah's banner's furled,
Sheathed His sword: He speaks, 'tis done;
And the kingdoms of this world
Are the kingdoms of His Son.
3 He shall reign from pole to pole
With illimitable 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!
1 M2 My heart is all Thine own
Y God, my King, Thy praise I sing,
My highest powers, my choicest hours
I yield to Thee alone.
2 My voice, awake, thy part to take;
My soul, the concert join;
Till all around shall catch the sound
And mix their hymns with mine.
3 But man is weak Thy praise to speak :
Your God, ye angels, sing,
'Tis yours to see, more near than we,
The glories of our King.
4 His truth and grace fill time and space,
As large His honours be;
Till all that live their homage give,
And praise my God with me.
GRACE, LOVE, AND FELLOWSHIP. Truly our fellowship is with the Father, and with His Son Jesus Christ."-1 JOHN i. 3.
OVEREIGN grace o'er sin abounding
Ransomed souls the tidings swell;
'Tis a deep that knows no sounding,
Who its breadth or length can tell?
On its glories
Let my soul for ever dwell.
2 What from Christ my soul shall sever,
Bound by everlasting bands?
Once in Him, in Him for ever;
Thus the eternal covenant stands;
None shall pluck me
From the Strength of Israel's hands.
3 Heirs of God, joint heirs with Jesus,
Long ere time its race begun ;
To His name eternal praises!
Oh, what wonders love hath done!
One with Jesus,
By eternal union one.
4 On such love, my soul, still ponder,
Love so great, so rich, so free;
Say, whilst lost in holy wonder,
Why, O Lord, such love to me
Hallelujah!
Grace shall reign eternally!
COME, Thou Fount of every blessing!
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace :
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious measure
Sung by ransomed saints above;
Fill my soul with sacred pleasure,
While I sing redeeming love.
2 Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to save my soul from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.
Here I raise my Ebenezer,
Hither by Thy help I'm come ;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home!
3 Oh! to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord! I feel it ;
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here's my heart, Lord! take and seal it;
Seal it for Thy courts above. Robinson.
[ARK! how the blood-bought host above Conspire to praise redeeming love,
In sweet harmonious strains ;
And while they strike their golden lyres
This glorious theme each bosom fires,
That grace triumphant reigns.
2 We'll join the song; for we can tell
How sovereign grace dissolved the spell,
That kept us bound in chains;
And still, from that auspicious day,
How oft we've been constrained to say,
That grace triumphant reigns.
3 Grace, till the tribes redeemed by blood Are brought to know themselves and God, Its empire shall maintain.
To call, when He appoints the day,
And from the mighty take the prey,
Shall grace triumphant reign.
4 When called to meet our glorious Head,
That perfect love shall banish dread,
Which now our soul sustains;
And, as we rise to endless day,
We'll raise our voice, and boldly say,
Grace-grace triumphant reigns. Kent.
LOVE divine, how sweet Thou art,
When shall I find my willing heart
All taken up by Thee?
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