Shall make the hearts of rebels bleed,
And bow their wills to thy command.

3

That day shall show thy pow'r is great,
When saints shall flock with willing minds,
And sinners croud thy temple gate,
Where holiness in beauty shines.”

4

O blessed pow'r! O glorious day!
What a large vict❜ry shall ensue !
And converts, who thy grace obey,
Exceed the drops of morning dew.

HYMN 129. L. M.

BEGIN, my soul, the heav'nly song,
A burden for an angel's tongue;

When Gabriel sounds these awful things,
He tunes and summons all his strings.

2

Proclaim inimitable love!

Jesus, the Lord of worlds above,
Puts off the beams of bright array,
And veils the God in mortal clay.

3

He that distributes crowns and thrones, Hangs on a tree, and bleeds, and groans : The Prince of Life resigns his breath, The King of Glory bows to death.

4

But see the wonders of his power,
He triumphs in his dying hour;
And, while by Satan's rage he fell,
He dash'd the rising hopes of hell.

5

Thus were the hosts of death subdu'd,
And sin was drown'd in Jesus' blood:

Then he arose, and reigns above,
And conquers sinners by his love.

6

Who shall fulfil this boundless song

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The theme surmounts an angel's tongue :
How low, how vain are mortal airs,
When Gabriel's nobler harp despairs !

HYMN 130. C. M.

NOT unto us, but thee alone,
Bless'd Lamb, be glory giv'n!
Here shall thy praises be begun,
And carried on in heav'n.

2

The host of spirits now with thee
Eternal anthems sing :

To imitate them here, lo! we
Our hallelujahs bring.

3

Had we our tongues like them inspir'd,
Like theirs our songs should rise ;
Like them we never should be tir'd,
But love the sacrifice,

4

Till we the veil of flesh lay down,
Accept our weaker lays;

And, when we reach thy Father's throne,
We'll give thee nobler praise.

HYMN 131. C. M.

ALL hail the power of Jesus' name!

Let angels prostrate fall :

Bring forth the royal diadem,

And own him Lord of all.

2

Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,

A remnant weak and small;

Hail him, who saves you by his grace,
And own him Lord of all.

3

Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall;
"Go-spread your trophies at his feet,
And own him Lord of all.

4

Babes, men, and sires, who know his love,
Who feel your sin and thrall,
Now joy with all the hosts above,
And own him Lord of all.

5

Let ev'ry kindred, ev'ry tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,

To him all majesty ascribe,

And own him Lord of all.

6

O, that with yonder sacred throng,
We at his feet may fall!
We'll join the everlasting song,
And own him Lord of all.

HYMN 132. L.M.

He lives, the great Redeemer lives,
(What joy the blest assurance gives !)
And now before his Father God,
Pleads the full merit of his blood.

2

Repeated crimes awake our fears,

And justice, arm'd with frowns, appears ; But in the Saviour's lovely face

Sweet mercy smiles, and all is peace.

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3

Hence then, ye black despairing thoughts,
Above our fears, above our faults,
His powerful intercessions rise,
And guilt recedes, and terror dies.

4

In ev'ry dark, distressful hour,
When sin and satan join their power;
Let this dear hope repel the dart,
That Jesus bears us on his heart.

5

Great Advocate, Almighty Friend-
On him our humble hopes depend :
Our cause can never, never fail,
For Jesus pleads and must prevail.

HYMN 133. P. M.

OUR shepherd alone,

The Lord, let us bless;
Who sits on the throne,

The Prince of our peace,
Who evermore saves us
By shedding his blood;

All hail, holy Jesus,

Our Lord, and our God.

We daily will sing

2

Thy merits and praise,
Thou merciful spring
Of pity and grace :
Thy kindness for ever
To men we will tell,
And say our dear Saviour

Redeems us from hell.

Preserve us in love

3

While here we abide,
Nor ever remove,
Nor cover, nor hide
Thy glorious salvation,
Till joyful we see
The beautiful vision
Completed in Thee!

HYMN 134.

C. M.

ON Zion, his most holy mount,

God will a feast prepare;
And Israel's sons, and Gentile lands,
Shall in the banquet share.

2

Marrow and fatness are the food
His bounteous hand bestows:
Wine on the lees, and well refin'd,
In rich abundance flows.

3

See to the vilest of the vile
A free acceptance giv'n !
See rebels, by adopting grace,
Sit with the heirs of heav'n!

The pain'd, the sick, the dying, now
To ease and health restor❜d,

With eager appetites partake
The plenties of the board.

5

But O what draughts of bliss unknown,
What dainties shall be giv❜n,

When, with the myriads round the throne,
We join the feast of heav'n !