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296. 8s & 7s.

1. HARK! ten thousand harps and voices
Sound the notes of praise above;
Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices;
Jesus reigns, the God of love:
See He sits on yonder throne;
Jesus rules the world alone.

2. Jesus, hail! whose glory brightens
All above, and gives it worth;
Lord of life, Thy smile enlightens,
Cheers, and charms Thy saints on earth:
When we think of love like Thine,
Lord, we own it love divine.

3. King of glory, reign for ever;
Thine an everlasting crown:
Nothing from Thy love shall sever
Those whom Thou hast made Thine own;
Happy objects of Thy grace,
Destined to behold Thy face.
4. Saviour, hasten Thine appearing;
Bring, O, bring the glorious day,
When, the awful summons hearing,
Heaven and earth shall pass away:
Then, with golden harps, we'll sing,
'Glory, glory to our King."

KELLY.

297. 8s, 7s & 4.

1. LOOK, ye saints;-the sight is glorious;See the Man of sorrows now;

From the fight returned victorious,
Every knee to Him shall bow;

Crown Him, crown Him;

Crowns become the Victor's brow.

2. Crown the Saviour, angels, crown Him;.
Rich the trophies Jesus brings;
In the seat of power enthrone Him,
While the heavenly concert rings:
Crown Him, crown Him;
Crown the Saviour King of kings.
3. Sinners in derision crowned Him,

Mocking thus the Saviour's claim;
Saints and angels crowd around Him,
Own His title, praise His name:
Crown Him, crown Him;
Spread abroad the Victor's fame.

4. Hark! those bursts of acclamation!
Hark! those loud, triumphant chords!
Jesus takes the highest station;
O, what joy the sight affords!.
Crown Him, crown Him,
King of kings, and Lord of lords.

KELLY.

298. 8s, 7s & 4.

1. HAIL, thou happy morn, so glorious! Come, ye saints, your griefs give o'er; Sing how Jesus rose victorious,

By His own almighty power:
Hallelujah!

To the glorious Son of God.

2. Countless bands of angels glorious,

Cloth'd in bright ethereal blue; Straight the sound of Christ victorious From their silver trumpets flew: Christ triumphant

Rises, Conqueror o'er the tomb.

3. Is that He who died on Calvary,

Who was pierc'd with many a spear?
Clad with countless suns of glory,
See, He rises through the air:
Hallelujah!

Zion's mourner, now rejoice.

4. Tremble, ye who Him rejected,

Lo! He breaks through yonder cloud;
Rise, ye saints, and shout triumphant,
Victory! through Jesus' blood:
Hark! the trumpet

Sounds the resurrection morn.

299. 8s & 7s.

1. HAIL, thou once despised Jesus!
Crowned in mockery a king!
Thou didst suffer to release us;
Thou didst free salvation bring.
Hail, thou agonizing Saviour,

Bearer of our sin and shame!
By Thy merits we find favor;
Life is given through Thy name.

2. Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory,
There for ever to abide;

All the heavenly hosts adore Thee,
Seated at Thy Father's side:
There for sinners Thou art pleading;
There Thou dost our place prepare:
Ever for us interceding,

Till in glory we appear.

3. Worship, honor, power, and blessing
Thou art worthy to receive;
Loudest praises, without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give.
Help, ye bright angelic spirits;

Bring your sweetest, noblest lays;
Help to sing our Saviour's merits;
Help to chant Immanuel's praise.

BAKEWELL.

CARNELIAN. L. M.

CH. BEECHER.

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302. L. M.

2. When, shrivelling like a parched scroll,
The flaming heavens together roll;
When, louder yet, and yet more dread,
Swells the high trump that wakes the dead;

3. O, on that day, that dreadful day,

When man to judgment wakes from clay,
Be thou, O God, the sinner's stay,
Though heaven and earth shall pass away.

SIR WALTER SCOTT.

303. L. M.

1. GOD of eternity, from Thee

Did infant Time its being draw; Moments, and days, and months, and years, Revolve, by Thine unvaried law.

2. Silent and slow, they glide away;

Steady and strong the current flows,
Lost in eternity's wide sea,-

The boundless gulf from whence it rose.

3. With it the thoughtless sons of men Before the rapid stream are borne On to that everlasting home,

Whence not one soul can c'er return.

4. Great Source of wisdom, teach my heart
To know the price of every hour,
That time may bear me on to joys
Beyond its measure and its power.

304. L. M.

DODDRIDGE.

1. BEHOLD a Stranger at the door!
He gently knocks, has knocked before;
Has waited long-is waiting still;
You treat no other friend so ill.

1. "COME hither, all ye weary souls!
Ye heavy-laden sinners! come!
I'll give you rest from all your toils,
And raise you to My heavenly home.

2. "They shall find rest who learn of Me,I'm of a meek and lowly mind;

But passion rages like the sea,

And pride is restless as the wind.

3. "Blessed is the man, whose shoulders take My yoke, and bear it with delight; My yoke is easy to his neck,

My grace shall make the burden light. 4. Jesus! we come at Thy command; With faith, and hope, and humble zeal, Resign our spirits to Thy hand,

To mould and guide us at Thy will.

WATTS

Arranged by CH. BEECHER.

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1. LIFE is the time to serve the Lord,
The time to insure the great reward;
And while the lamp holds out to burn,
The vilest sinner may return.

2. The living know that they must die;
But all the dead forgotten lie;
Their memory and their sense are gone,
Alike unknowing and unknown.

3. Their hatred, and their love, is lost,
Their envy buried in the dust;
They have no share in all that's done
Beneath the circuit of the sun.

4. Then what my thoughts design to do,
My hands, with all your might pursue,
Since no device, no work, is found,
Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground.

5. There are no acts of pardon passed

In the cold grave to which we haste;
But darkness, death, and long despair
Reign in eternal silence there.

309. L. M.

WATTS.

1. WHILE life prolongs its precious light,
Mercy is found, and peace is given;
But soon, ah soon, approaching night
Shall blot out every hope of heaven.

Soon, borne on time's most rapid wing,
Shall death command you to the grave,
Before His bar your spirits bring,

And none be found to hear or save.

3. In that lone land of deep despair,
No Sabbath's heavenly light shall rise,-
No God regard your bitter prayer,
No Saviour call you to the skies.