5 No war shall rage, nor hostile strife Disturb those happy years;

To ploughshares men shall beat their swords,
To pruninghooks their spears.

6 No longer hosts encountering hosts
Shall crowds of slain deplore;
They'll hang the trumpet in the hall,
And study war no more.

1 WHO shall behold the glorious day,
When, throned on Zion's brow,
The Lord shall rend the veil away
Which hides the nations now!
When earth no more beneath the fear
Of His rebuke shall lie;

When pain shall cease, and every tear
Be wiped from every eye.

2 Then shall the world no longer mourn
Beneath oppression's chain;

The days of splendor shall return,
And all be new again.

The fount of life shall then be quaffed
In peace by all who come,

And every wind that blows shall waft
Some long-lost exile home.

L. M.

295.

E. TAYLOR.

Christ our Life.

1 THERE 's not a hope with comfort fraught, Triumphant over death and time,

But Jesus mingles in the thought,
Forerunner of our course sublime.

2 His image meets me in the hour
Of joy, and brightens every smile;
I see him, when the tempests lower,
Each terror soothe, each grief beguile.

3 I see him in the daily round
Of social duty, mild and meek;
With him I tread the hallowed ground,
Communion with my God to seek.

4 I see his pitying, gentle eye,

When lonely want appeals for aid;
I hear him in the frequent sigh,

That mourns the waste which sin has made

5 I meet him at the lowly tomb;

I weep where Jesus wept before;
And there, above the grave's dark gloom,
I see him rise, and weep no more.

L. M.

296.

WATTS.

Christ's Kingdom. Psalm 72.

1 JESUS shall reign where'er the sun
Does his successive journeys run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.

2 For him shall endless prayer be made,
And praises throng to crown his head;
His name like sweet perfume shall rise
With every morning sacrifice.

3 People and realms of every tongue.
Dwell on his love with sweetest song,
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on his name.

4 Blessings abound where'er he reigns; The prisoner leaps to loose his chains; The weary find eternal rest,

And all the sons of want are blest.

5 Let every creature rise and bring
Peculiar honors to our King,
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud Amen

L. M.

297.

WESLEY'S COL

Glorying in Christ.

1 LET not the wise their wisdom boast;
The mighty glory in his might;
The rich in flattering riches trust,
Which take their everlasting flight.

2 The rush of numerous years bears down
The most gigantic strength of man;
And where is all his wisdom gone,
When dust he turns to dust again?

3 The Lord, my righteousness, I praise, I triumph in the love divine,

The wisdom, wealth, and strength of grace In Christ through endless ages mine.

1 NOT to the terrors of the Lord,
The tempest, fire, and smoke;

Not to the thunder of that word
Which God on Sinai spoke;

2 But we are come to Zion's hill,
The city of our God,

Where milder words declare his will,
And spread his love abroad.

3 Behold the innumerable host
Of angels, clothed in light!
Behold the spirits of the just,
Whose faith is turned to sight!

4 Behold the blest assembly there,

Whose names are writ in heaven;
And God, the Judge of all, declares.
Their sins to be forgiven.

5 The saints on earth, and all the dead,
But one communion make;
All join in Christ, their living Head,
And of his grace partake.

6 In such society as this

My weary soul would rest:

The man that dwells where Jesus is
Must be for ever blest.

C. M.

299.

MONTGOMERY.

Singing the Song of the Redeemed.

1 SING We the song of those who stand Around the eternal throne,

Of every kindred, clime, and land,
A multitude unknown.

2 Life's poor distinctions vanish here;
To-day, the young, the old,
Our Saviour and his flock, appear
One Shepherd and one fold.

3 Toil, trial, suffering, still await
On earth the pilgrim's throng;
Yet learn we, in our low estate,
The Church Triumphant's song.

4" Worthy the Lamb, for sinners slain,"
Cry the redeemed above,
"Blessing and honor to obtain,
And everlasting love."

5 "Worthy the Lamb," on earth we sing, "Who died our souls to save; Henceforth, O Death, where is thy sting? Thy victory, O Grave?"

。 Then hallelujah! power and praise
To God in Christ be given:

May all who now this anthem raise
Renew the song in heaven!

C. M.

300.

C. WESLEY.

The Communion of Saints.

1 THE saints on earth and those above
But one communion make;
Joined to their Lord in bonds of love,
All of his grace partake.

2 One family, we dwell in him:

One Church above, beneath;

Though now divided by the stream,
The narrow stream of death.