Before the Saviour's face
The ransom'd nations bow;
O'erwhelm'd at his Almighty grace,

For ever new:

He shows his prints of love,

They kindle to a flame,

And sound, through all the world above,
The slaughter'd Lamb.

2 The whole triumphant host
Give thanks to God on high;
Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
They ever cry:

Hail, Abraham's God and mine,
I join the heavenly lays;
All might and majesty are thine,
And endless praise.

461.

Christ the King of Saints.

1 REJOICE, the Lord is King;
Your Lord and King adore;
Mortals, give thanks and sing,
And triumph evermore:

Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice,
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.

2 Jesus the Saviour reigns,

The God of truth and love;

When he had purged our stains,
He took his seat above:

Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice,
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.

3 His kingdom cannot fail,

He rules o'er earth and heaven;

The keys of death and hell

Are to our Jesus given :

Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice,
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.

4 He sits at God's right hand,
Till all his foes submit,

And bow to his command,

And fall beneath his feet:

Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice,
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.

5 Rejoice in glorious hope,
Jesus the Judge shall come,
And take his servants up
To their eternal home:

We soon shall hear the' archangel's voice,
The trump of God shall sound, Rejoice.

PART FIFTH.

ORIGINAL HYMNS,

BY

JAMES MONTGOMERY.

THE

CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.

PART V.

ORIGINAL HYMNS.

462.

"I have sinned against the Lord."-2 Sam. xii. 13.

1 I LEFT the God of truth and light,
I left the God who gave me breath,
To wander in the wilds of night,
And perish in the snares of death.

2 Sweet was his service, and his yoke
Was light and easy to be borne;
Through all his bonds of love I broke,
I cast away his gifts with scorn.

3 I danced in folly's giddy maze,

And drank the sea, and chased the wind;
But falsehood lurk'd in all her ways,
Her laughter left remorse behind.

4 I dream'd of bliss in pleasure's bowers,
While pillowing roses stay'd my head;
But serpents hiss'd among the flowers;
I 'woke, and thorns were all my bed.
5 In riches when I sought for joy,
And placed in sordid gains my trust,
I found that gold was all alloy,
And worldly treasure fleeting dust.