3 Be joyful, ye saints, sustained by his might, And let your glad song awake with each morn ; For those who obey him are still his delight;
His hand with salvation the meek will adorn. 4 Then praise ye the Lord; prepare a glad song, And let all his saints in full concert join ; With voices united the anthem prolong, And show forth his praises with music divine.
HYMN 412. S. M. [#]
Rejoicing in the Hope set before us. 1 Now let our voices join
To form a sacred song; Ye pilgrims, in Jehovah's ways, With music pass along.
2 The flowers of paradise
In rich profusion spring; The Sun of glory gilds the path, And dear companions sing.
3 See Salem's golden spires
In beauteous prospect rise; And brighter crowns than mortals wear, Which sparkle through the skies.
4 All honour to his name,
Who marks the shining way;
To him, who leads the wanderers on To realms of endless day!
God the Soul's highest Delight.
1 My God, the Spring of all my joys, The Life of my delights, The Glory of my brightest days, And Comfort of my nights!
2 In darkest shades if he appear, My dawning is begun :
He is my soul's sweet Morning-star, And he my rising Sun.
3 The opening heavens around me shine With beams of sacred bliss, While Jesus shows his heart is mine, And whispers, I am his.
4 My soul would leave this heavy clay At that transporting word, Run up with joy the shining way, To meet my dearest Lord.
5 Fearless of pains and ghastly death, I'd break through every foe; The wings of love and arms of faith Should bear me conqueror through.
HYMN 414. H. M. [#] Beauty and Exultation of Zion.
1 O ZION, tune thy voice, And raise thy hands on high; Tell all the earth thy joys, And shout salvation nigh:
Cheerful in God, arise and shine, And wide extend thy rays divine. 2 He gilds thy morning face With beams that cannot fade; His all-resplendent grace
He sheds upon thy head: Thy form the nations round shall view, Divinely crowned with lustre new.
3 In honour to his name
Reflect that sacred light, And loud that grace proclaim Which makes thy darkness bright; His praise pursue, till sovereign love The glory raise in worlds above.
HYMN 415. L. M. [#]
Joyful View of God's Works.
1 Now, to the God, to whom all might And glory in all worlds belong, Who fills, unseen, his throne of light, Come, let us sing a joyful song.
2 His spirit wrapped the mantling air, Of old, around our infant earth, And, on her bosom, warm and fair, Gave her young Lord his joyous birth. 3 He smiles on morning's rosy way;
He paints the gorgeous clouds of even; To noon he gives its ripening ray ; To night the view of glorious heaven.
4 He drives along those sparkling globes In circles of unerring truth h;
He decks them all in radiant robes,. And crowns them with eternal youth. 5 So will he crown the upright mind, When life and all its toils are o'er : Then let his praise, on every wind, Rise, till the winds shall wake no more.
HYMN 416. C. M. [#] Joy and Praise.
1 MORTALS, awake; exult in God; His lasting honours raise;
His wondrous works and boundless love Demand unceasing praise.
2 His bounteous hand gives every good, Makes earth with mercy shine,
And guides us to a life, through Christ, Immortal and divine.
3 My soul shall lift his honours high, Till death shall still my tongue; Then, mid the real.s of endless bliss, Revive the rapturous song.
HYMN 417. C. M. [#]
Delight in the Presence of God.
1 THY presence, Lord, gives pure delight, Our sorrows takes away, Dispels the darkness of our night, And spreads effulgent day.
2 Like water to the thirsty soul Are flowings of thy love,
Thy spirit sways with soft control, And bears our thoughts above.
3 Why should we then decline from thee? In search of folly rove?
Or strive to set our passions free From these soft bands of love?
4 Extend around thy loving arms, Infold us in thy breast,
Where, captives to resistless charms, Our joyful souls may rest.
HYMN 418. 61. L. M. [#] Angelic Strains responded.
1 ARRAYED in clouds of golden light, More bright than heaven's resplendent bow, Jehovah's angel came by night,
To bless the sleeping world below: How soft the music of his tongue! How sweet the hallowed strains he sung! 2 Good will henceforth to man be given; The light of glory beams on earth; Let angels, tune the harps of heaven, And saints below rejoice with mirth: On Bethlehem's plains the shepherds sing, And Judah's children, hail their King. 26*
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