Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 "Worthy the Lamb that dy'd," they cry, "To be exalted thus ;" "Worthy the Lamb," our hearts reply, "For he was slain for us." 3 Jesus is worthy to receive Honour and pow'r divine ; And blessings more than we can givę, 4 The whole creation join in one, HYMN 237. L. M. BLESS'D be thy name, my God and King, And blessings of the morning light. 2 'Tis through thy mercy, Lord, to me, May I this day thy praise proclaim, 3 Give me this day my daily bread, HYMN 238. P. M. AWAY with our sorrow and fear, 2 Qur mourning is all at an end, When rais'd by the life-giving word, We see the new city descend, Adorn'd as a bride from her Lord; The city so holy and clean, No sorrow can breathe in the air; No gloom of affliction or sin, No shadow of evil is there ! 3 By faith we already behold That lovely Jerusalem here; Her walls are of jasper and gold, As crystal her buildings are clear; Immovably founded in grace, She stands, as she ever hath stood, And brightly her Builder displays, And flames with the glory of God. 4 No need of the sun in that day, And bright in effulgence divine! S HYMN 239. P. M. Lo! He comes with clouds descending, Hallelujah, Christ appears on earth to reign. 2 Ev'ry eye shall now behold him Those, who set at nought, and sold him, Shall the true Messiah see. 3 The dear tokens of his passion! Gaze we on those glorious scars. Yea, amen! let all adore thee HYMN 240. P. M. RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace; Rise from transitory things, Tow'rds heav'n, thy native place : Sun, and moon, and stars decay, Time shall soon this earth remove; Rise, my soul, and haste away To seats prepar❜d above. 2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course; Pants to view his glorious face, To rest in his embrace. 3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn, All our sorrows left below, And earth exchang'd for heav'n. HYMN 241. L. M. THE heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord; 2 The changing seasons, day and night, 3 The circling sun conveys thy praise 4 Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest, HYMN 242. C. M. SING to the Lord, ye distant lands, 2. Say to the nations, Jesus came 3 Let heav'n proclaim the joyful day! 4 With pleasure lift your wond'ring eyes, 5 Behold he comes, he comes to bless To show the world his righteousness, |