And we in him, before his face,
In perfect beauty shine.

4

There's none can know the Son,
Or witness who he is :

But he who's with the Father one,
His love and righteousness!

5

We in perfection dwell

Where we the Father see ;
As one with him, we now can tell
The Son's the man that's free.

THE

man who works not, but believes

On him who justifies.

Ungodly souls, in Christ receives

The life, that never dies.

2

Our Saviour full atonement made,
When for our sins he died;

And, when he left death's gloomy shade,
Our persons justified.

3

Who shall condemn ? 'twas Jesus dy'd, 'Twas Jesus rose again;

He with himself hath justify'd

The sinful sons of men.

4

In hope of what in Christ I am,

Rejoicing, I believe,

Against my hopeless guilt and shame,
And thus, by faith, I live.

HYMN 154. L. M.

Now, in the face of Jesus, we
God's brightest form of glory see;
Beaming with mild and heav'nly rays,
He all his Father's grace displays.

2

Blest image of th' eternal God,
Here his rich glories shine abroad;
With a resplendent lustre shine
His pow'r, his truth, and love divine.

3

Of all creation the first born;

Of all that heav'n's bright courts adorn,
He as a Prince and Sov'reign reigns,
Almighty pow'r his throne sustains.

4

See Jesus our exalted Head,

By whom the heav'ns and earth were made; Subjected to his high command,

Thrones, kingdoms, and dominions stand.

5

'It pleas'd th' eternal Fulness well,
In Christ the Lord alone to dwell;
From this rich Fountain freely flows
Complete relief for all our woes.

HYMN 155. C. M.

Lo! what a glorious sight appears
To our believing eyes!
The earth and seas are pass'd away,

And the old rolling skies.

2

From the third heav'n, where God resides,

That holy, happy place,

The New-Jerusalem comes down,
Adorn'd with shining grace.

3

Attending angels shout for joy,
And the bright armies sing,
"Mortals, behold the sacred seat
Of your descending King.

The God of glory down to men
Removes his blesť abode ;
Men, the dear objects of his grace,
And he, the loving God.

5

His own soft hand shall wipe the tears
From ev'ry weeping eye,

And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears,
And death itself shall die.'

6,

How long, dear Saviour, O how long!
Shall this bright hour delay ?
Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time,
And bring the welcome day.

HYMN 156. P. M.

REJOICE, the Lord is King!

Your God and King adore;
Mortals, give thanks and sing,
And triumph ever more !

Lift up the heart, lift up the voice,
Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.

2

Rejoice, the Saviour reigns,

The God of truth and love; When he had purg'd our stains, He took his seat above :

Lift up the heart, lift up the voice,
Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.

3

His kingdom cannot fail,

He rules o'er earth and heav'n;
The keys of death and hell

Are to our Jesus giv❜n :

Lift up the heart, lift up the voice,
Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoi

4

He all his foes shall quell,
Shall all our sins destroy;
And ev'ry bosom swell

With pure seraphic joy :

Lift up the heart, lift up the voice,
Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.

5

Rejoice in glorious hope,*

Jesus the Judge shall come,

And take his servants up

To their eternal home :

We soon shall hear th' archangel's voice, The trump of God shall sound, rejoice

HYMN 157. L. M.

BEHOLD the sin atoning Lamb
With wonder, gratitude and love!
To take away our guilt and shame,
See him descending from above.

2

Our sins and griefs on him were laid ;
He meekly bore the mighty load;
Our ransom price he fully paid

In groans, and tears, in sweat, and blood.

3

To save a guilty world he dies;
Sinners, behold the bleeding Lamb!
To him lift up your longing eyes,
And hope for mercy in his name.

4

Pardon and peace through him abound; He can the richest blessings give; Salvation in his name is found,

He bids the dying sinner live.

5

Jesus, my Lord, I look to thee;
Where else can helpless sinners go ?
Thy boundless love shall set me free
From all my wretchedness and woe.

HYMN 158. L. M.

WE now arise, the light is come,
The glory of the Lord`appears ;-
No more in darkness may we roam,
Expos'd to guilt and many fears.

2

The day spring, glorious from on high, Beams forth in brightness all divine; Our nightly fears and troubles die, Whilst we in perfect beauty shine.

3

The Godhead's glory rising bright
On us, in Christ, the heav'nly man,
Declares us perfect in his sight,
Whilst we admire the gracious plan.

4

Whate'er we lost, we here regain;
The end of all our toil is come;
Nor sin, nor curse, doth here remain ;
We rest in God, our native home.