Christ's Kingdom. Ps. 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 From north to south the princes meet,
To pay their homage at his feet;
And barbarous nations, at his word,
Submit, and bow, and own their Lord.
3 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; -
4 People and realms of every tongue
Dwell on his love with sweetest song,
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on his name.
5 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.
6 Let every creature rise and bring
Peculiar honors to our King;
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud Amen.
The Kingdom of Christ. Ps. 72.
1 GREAT God, whose universal sway
The known and unknown worlds obey,
Now give the kingdom to thy Son;
Extend his power, exalt his throne.
2 With power he vindicates the just,
And treads the oppressor in the dust;
His worship and his fear shall last
Till hours, and years, and time, be past.
3 As rain on meadows newly mown,
So shall he send his influence down;
His grace on fainting souls distils,
Like heavenly dew on thirsty hills.
4 The heathen lands, that lie beneath
The shades of overspreading death,
Revive at his first dawning light,
And deserts blossom at the sight.
5 The saints shall flourish in his days,
Dressed in the robes of joy and praise;
Peace, like a river, from his throne
Shall flow to nations yet unknown.
The God of the Gentiles. Ps. 96.
1 LET all the earth their voices raise,
And sing the choicest psalm of praise,-
Το sing and bless Jehovah's name ;
His glory let the heathens know,
His wonders to the nations show,
And all his saving works proclaim.
2 He framed the globe; he built the sky;
He made the shining worlds on high,
And reigns complete in glory there;
His beams are majesty and light;
His beauties, how divinely bright!
His temple, how divinely fair!
3 Come, the great day, the glorious hour,
When earth shall feel his saving power,
And barbarous nations fear his name;
Then shall the race of man confess
The beauty of his holiness,
And in his courts his grace proclaim.
The Glory of the Church in the latter Day. Is. lx. 1.
1 O ZION, tune thy voice,
And raise thy hands on high;
Tell all the earth thy joys,
And boast salvation nigh.
Cheerful in God,
Arise and shine,
While rays divine
Stream all abroad.
2 He gilds thy mourning face
With beams that cannot fade;
His all-resplendent grace
He pours around thy head.
The nations round
Thy form shall view,
With lustre new
Divinely crowned.
3 In honor to his name,
Reflect that sacred light,
And loud that grace proclaim,
Which makes thy darkness bright:
Pursue his praise,
Till sovereign love
In worlds above
The glory raise.
1 LOUD to the Prince of heaven
Your cheerful voices raise;
To him your vows be given,
And fill his courts with praise:
With conscious worth,
All clad in arms,
All bright in charms,
He sallies forth.
2 Fair truth, and smiling love, And injured righteousness,
In thy retinue move,
And seek from thee redress:
Thou in their cause
Shalt prosperous ride,
And far and wide
Dispense thy laws.
3 Before thine awful face
Millions of foes shall fall,
The captives of thy grace, -
That grace which conquers all:
The world shall know,
Great King of kings,
What wondrous things
Thine arm can do.
A Vision of the Kingdom of Christ among Men.
1 LO, what a glorious sight appears
To our believing eyes!
The earth and seas are passed away,
And the old rolling skies.
2 From the third heaven, where God resides,
That holy, happy place,
The new Jerusalem comes down,
Adorned with shining grace.
3 Attending angels shout for joy,
And the bright armies sing,
"Mortals, behold the sacred seat
Of your descending King.
4 "The God of glory down to men
Removes his blest abode;
Men the dear objects of his grace,
And he the loving God.
5 "His own soft hand shall wipe the tears
From every weeping eye,
And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears,
And death itself, shall die."
6 How long, dear Savior! O, how long
Shall this bright hour delay?
Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time,
And bring the welcome day.
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