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2 Ye saints rejoice; the Saviour reigns!
Let praise your tongues employ; Floods, clap your hands; exult, ye plains,
And shout, ye hills, with joy!
3 No more shall sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns o'erspread the ground; He comes to make His blessings flow,
Far as the curse is found.
4 Joy to the world ! the Lord is come!
Let earth receive her King ;
And all creation sing.
CCXCI.–6, 6, 8, 6.
I SOON righteousness shall come,
And dwell on earth again: Jesus Jehovah be the King,
And o'er the nations reign.
2 Jesus Himself shall rule,
The world shall hear His word; By one bless'd name shall He be known,
The Universal Lord.
Let the Creator's praise arise;
2 Eternal are Thy mercies, Lord !
Eternal truth attends Thy Word ;
CCXCIII.-6, 6, 8, 6. 1 Who trust unto the Lamb,
Whom we in heaven see, Are cleans’d by blood from guilt and shame,
From condemnation free.
2 In counsels deep of old,
The sons of God they were ; And all the lambs of Jesu's fold
Were blest in Jesus there.
3 This union ne'er shall break,
Though earth's strong columns bow; The strong, the tempted, and the weak,
Are one in Jesus now.
4 Then, saints, erect your heads,
You're form'd in Christ anew ; And tho' thro' earth destruction spreads,
No danger reaches you.
5 Should storms of trouble rise,
Or deadly foes assail ;
Your hope's within the vail.
1 AWAKE, prophetic harp, awake!
Retune thy strings for Jesus' sake;
2 'Tis He, the Lamb, to Him we fly,
While the dread tempest passes by ;
3 Thus, while we dwell in this blest scene,
The Lamb is our unfailing screen;
4 While yet we sojourn here below,
Pollutions still our hearts o'erflow;
5 But pure, immortal, sinless, free,
We, through the Lamb, at length shall be ;
CCXCV.–10, 10, 11, 11. I Though dark be our way, since God is our
Guide, 'Tis ours to obey; 'tis His to provide: Tho' cisterns be broken, and creatures all fail, The Word He hath spoken shall surely prevail.
2 His love in time past forbids us to think
He'll leave us at last in trouble to sink:
3 And since all we meet must work for orir
good, The bitter is sweet, the med'cine is food;
Though painful at present, 'twill cease before
long, And then, how triumphant the conqueror's
CCXCVI.-6, 6, 8, 6.
1 Our Father! we believe,
And trust Thy firm resolve:
That did on Him devolve.
2 His work is all complete-
Salvation is secure:
3 The proof is fix'd in heaven,
High on Thy glorious throne;
Because Thy will is done.
CCXCVII.-8, 8, 6. 1 O Love divine, how sweet Thou art, When shall I find my longing heart
All taken up by Thee?