Nothing brought Him from above, 5 He subdu'd th' infernal pow'rs, 6 Hither; then, your praises bring, Gladly join the hosts above, LXXXI.-8s. 1 ARM of the Lòrd-awake, awake! 2 Awake- as in the days of old, Bring back the wand'rers to Thy fold. Far from the house and land they love? 3 O no! before our gladd'ning eyes, 4 They come, they come, on every side, 5 Peace round them now, where 'er they go, LXXXII.-6, 6, 8, 6. 1 COME, ye that love the Lord, 2 Let those refuse to sing 1 Who never knew our God; But children should their praises bring, And speak their joys abroad. 3 The God who rules on high, And all the earth surveys; Who rides upon the stormy sky, And calms the roaring seas; 4 This glorious God is ours-A God of boundless love! And soon He'll send His heav'nly pow'rs To carry us above. 5 There we shall see His face, And never, never sin; There from the fountain of His grace 6 And now, until we rise To that immortal state, The thoughts of such amazing bliss LXXXIII.--8s. 1 MASTER! we would no longer be 2 We welcome still Thy faithful word"The cross shall meet its sure reward;" For soon must pass the "little while," When joy shall crown Thy servants' toil: When we shall hear Thee, Saviour, say Look up, for thou shalt weep no more, LXXXIV.-8, 6. 1 JESUS, in Thee our eyes behold Than the rich gems and polish'd gold, 2 They, first, their own sin-offering brought, 3 Fresh blood, as constant as the day, 4 Thou, great Melchizedec! shalt reign, In peace, on Zion's hill, (Thyself the Lamb that once was slain), And bear Thy priesthood still. 5 Till then for us to intercede Before the Father's face, Be this Thy work, and ours to plead, LXXXV.-8, 7. 1 FLY, ye seasons, fly still faster, Shall descend to claim His own. 2 What is earth, with all its treasures, Draw from heav'n's eternal springs. Fly, ye seasons, fly still faster, Take, O take them hence away. LXXXVI.-8, 7. 1 THE night is wearing fast away, The day of glory 's dawning; G |