He shall reign from pole to pole
With illimitable sway;
He shall reign when, like a scroll,
Heav'n and earth have passed away,
Then the end; beneath His rod,
Man's last enemy shall fall;
Halelujah! Christ in God,
God in Christ, is all in all.
HYMN 46.
High let us swell our tuneful notes,
And join th' angelic throng,
For angels no such love have known,
T' awake a cheerful song.
Good-will to sinful men is shown,
And peace on earth is giv'n;
For, lo! th' incarnate Saviour comes
With messages from Heav'n.
Justice and grace, with sweet accord,
His rising beams adorn;
Let Heav'n and earth in concert join,
To us a Child is born.
Glory to God in highest strains,
In highest worlds be paid;
His glory by our lips proclaim'd,
And by our lives display'd.
HYMN 47.
Holiest ! breathe an ev'ning blessing,
Ere repose our spirits seal,
Sin, and want, we come confessing,
Thou canst save, and Thou canst heal.
Though destruction walk around us,
Though the arrows past us fly,
Angel guards from Thee surround us;
We are safe if Thou art nigh.
Though the night be dark and dreary,
Darkness cannot hide from Thee,
Thou art He, who, never weary,
Watchest where Thy people be.
Should stern death this night o'ertake us,
And our bed become our tomb;
May the morn in Heav'n awake us,
Clad in light and deathless bloom.
How beauteous are their feet
Who stand on Sion's hill;
Who bring salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal!
How happy are our ears,
That hear this joyful sound,
Which Kings and Prophets waited for,
And sought, but never found!
How blessed are our eyes,
That see this heav'nly light!
Prophets and Kings desired it long,
But died without the sight.
Oh! Lord, make bare Thine arm,
Through all the earth abroad,
Let ev'ry nation now behold
Their Saviour and their God.
Hosannah to the living Lord;
Hosannah to th' incarnate Word!
To Christ, Creator, Saviour, King,
Let earth, let Heav'n Hosannah sing!
O Saviour! with protecting care
Return to this Thy House of Pray'r,
Assembled in Thy sacred Name,
Where we Thy parting promise claim.
But, chiefest in our cleansed breast,
Eternal! bid Thy Spirit rest,
And make our secret soul to be
A temple pure, and worthy Thee.
So, in the last and dreadful day,
When Heaven and earth shall pass away,
Thy flock, redeem'd from sinful stain,
Shall swell the sound of praise again.
How sweet the hour of closing day,
When all is peaceful and serene;
And the broad sun's retiring ray
Sheds a mild lustre o'er the scene.
Such is the Christian's parting hour,
So peacefully he sinks to rest;
And faith re-kindling all its power,
Lights up the languour of his breast.
A beam from Heav'n is sent to cheer
The pilgrim on his lonely road;
And angels are attending near,
To bear him to their bright abode.
O Lord! that we may thus depart,
Thy joys to share, Thy face to see,
Impress Thine image on our heart,
And teach us now to walk to Thee.
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In the believer's ear!
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.
It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary, rest.
Dear Name! the Rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding place;
My never failing treas'ry, fill'd
With boundless stores of grace.
Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see Thee as Thou art,
I'll praise Thee as I ought.
Till then I would Thy love proclaim
With ev'ry fleeting breath;
And may the music of Thy Name
Refresh my soul in death.
I know that my Redeemer lives
O the sweet joy this sentence gives;
He lives, He lives, who once was dead;
He lives, my everlasting Head.
He lives to bless me with His love,
And still He pleads for me above;
He lives to raise me from the grave,
And me eternally to save.
He lives, my kind, wise, constant Frie
Who still will keep me to the end;
He lives, and while He lives I'll sing,
Jesus, my Prophet, Priest, and King.
He lives, my mansion to prepare,
And He will bring me safely there;
He lives, all glory to His Name,
Jesus, unchangeably the same.
In Thee, O Lord I trust;
My hope is in Thy Name;
In righteousness deliver me,
Nor put my soul to shame.
From Heaven bow down Thine ear,
My cause in mercy plead;
My Rock, my Fortress, my Defence,
From ev'ry snare preserve,
From ev'ry foe defend ;
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