The kingdom he hath rais'd,
The holy angels sing!

The glory, pow'r, and love are prais'd,
Of their Almighty King.

3

To men are now made known
The glories of the Lord;

And men shall bow before the throne,
And Jesus be ador'd.

4

His kingdom now must stand

Eternal ages sure;

It is the work of Jesus' hand,

And ever shall endure.

5

Praise ye the holy Lord,
Who in his church are found;
The honours of your God record,
While angels aid the sound.

HYMN 308.

C. M.

OUR Jesus is divinely kind,
The lost he will restore ;
He raises up the humble mind,
He elevates the poor.

2

To heav'nly truth and good he leads
The wretched starving race,
The hungry mind he richly feeds,
For free is Jesus' grace.

4

The poor and dying sinners live,
By Jesus' mercy bless'd;
And ev'ry good his hand will give,
Till rais'd to endless rest.

4

The Lord's a God of love divine,
And blessed be his name;

His goodness, truth, and love are mine,
And I'll exalt his fame.

HYMN 309. L. M.

THE lofty pillars of the sky,
And spacious concave rais'd on high,
Spangled with stars, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.

2

Th' unwearied sun, from day to day,
Pours knowledge on his golden ray ;
And publishes to ev'ry land

The work of an Almighty hand.

3

Soon as the ev❜ning shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wond'rous tale ;
And nightly, to the list'ning earth,
Repeats the story of her birth;

4

While all the stars, that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.

5

What though in solemn silence all
Move round this dark terrestrial ball?
What though no real voice nor sound
Amid their radiant orbs be found?

6

In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice;
For ever singing as they shine,
"The hand that made us is Divine."

HYMN 310. C. M.

"TIS good to praise Jehovah's name,

And of his mercy sing;

To speak of his eternal fame,
And celebrate our King.

2

Sweet is the work to sing and tell
The goodness of the Lord;
How we by love are rais'd from hell,
And by the truth restor❜d.

3

'Tis pleasant to exalt our God,
Who gathers outcasts in,

And sends his love and truth abroad
To heal the plague of sin.

4

The broken heart of deepest wound
The Lord in mercy heals;
Makes dying sinners strong and sound,
And for the wretched feels.

5

Sing to the Lord, his love declare,
My voice shall gladly join;
He saves our souls, we are his care,
His mercy is divine.

COME

HYMN 311. C. M.

serve the Lord with love and joy,

And in his presence sing;

Cheerful your hearts and tongues employ,

The Lord alone is King.

2

He forms his church by pow'r divine,
The work is all his own;

Let us in holy praises join
To God the Lord alone.

3

The holy gates we enter in,

And in his kingdom stand; Releas'd from foes, and sav'd from sin, By his almighty hand.

Ye sons of Zion, rise and sing,
Who in his pastures feed;

Give praises to your sov'reign King,
For he is God indeed.

5

We are his people, and his sheep,
Our Shepherd is the Lord;
He will our souls in safety keep,
And be his name ador'd.

HYMN 312. S. M.

THE Lord my Shepherd is,
And ev'ry good will grant;
The heav'ns and all therein are his,
And I shall never want.

2

In pastures green and fair,
He makes my spirit rest;
Preserves me safe from ev'ry snare,
And I'm divinely bless'd.

3

With ev'ry truth and good
He doth my spirit fill;

I eat the soul-supporting food,
And drink the limpid rill.

4

These living waters flow
Where'er my Shepherd leads;

The fruitful pastures richly grow,
And there my soul he feeds.

5

I'll bless his holy name,

And tell how kind and good;
My Shepherd's tender care proclaim,
And praise my loving God.

HYMN 313. L. M.

JERUSALEM, thou church divine, In all your heav'nly beauty shine; Your brightest robes of glory wear, And for your God and King prepare.

2

Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates,
Behold the King of glory waits;
Ye everlasting doors give way,
The King of Zion comes to-day.

3

"Who is the King of glory? tell!" The mighty Lord, who conquer'd hell ; Strong is his arm, divine his might, 'Tis he who put your foes to flight.

4 1

Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates,
Behold the King of glory waits;
"Who is the King of glory, say,
That comes in grandeur on the way?"

5

The Lord of hosts, the mighty God,
Who rules his foes with iron rod,
'Tis he who your salvation brings,
Jesus the Lord, the King of kings.