To Him, who now for us doth plead, Sing we Hallelujah! To Him, who doth prepare on high Our home in immortality, Sing we Hallelujah! To Him be glory evermore; Ye heavenly hosts, your Lord adore; Sing we Hallelujah! To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, One God most great, our joy and boast, Sing we Hallelujah! The Promised Hour. SEE, the ransom'd millions stand, Palms of conquest in their hand; This before the Throne their strain: "Hell is vanquish'd; Death is slain; Blessings, honour, glory, might, Are the Conqueror's native right; Thrones and powers before Him fall; Lamb of God, and Lord of all !" Hasten, Lord! the promised hour; Time has nearly reach'd its sum; Come, and reign for evermore! Praise the King of Heaven. 319 Praise the King of Heaven. PRA REV. HENRY FRANCIS LYTE. RAISE, my soul, the King of Heaven; Ransom'd, heal'd, restored, forgiven, Alleluia! Alleluia! Praise the everlasting King. Praise Him for His grace and favour Praise Him still the same as ever, Slow to chide, and swift to bless : Alleluia! Alleluia! Glorious in His faithfulness. Father-like, He tends and spares us, Widely yet His mercy flows. Angels in the height adore Him; Praise with us the God of grace. Songs of Praise. JAMES MONTGOMERY. SONG ONGS of praise the angels sang, When Jehovah's work begun, Songs of praise awoke the morn Heaven and earth must pass away, Songs of praise shall crown that day; God will make new heavens, new earth, Songs of praise shall hail their birth. And can man alone be dumb Saints below, with heart and voice, Still in songs of praise rejoice, Learning here, by faith and love, Songs of praise to sing above. Borne upon their latest breath, Songs of praise shall conquer death; Then, amidst eternal joy, Songs of praise their powers employ. The Voice of Jesus. 321 I The Voice of Jesus. REV. H. BONAR, D.D. HEARD the voice of Jesus say, "Come unto Me and rest; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Weary, and worn, and sad; I heard the voice of Jesus say, I came to Jesus, and I drank Of that life-giving stream ; My thirst was quench'd, my soul revived, I heard the voice of Jesus say, X Come to Me! CHARLOTTE ELLIOTT. WIT tearful eyes I look around; Life seems a dark and stormy sea; Yet midst the gloom I hear a sound, It tells me of a place of rest; It tells me where my soul may flee: Oh! to the weary, faint, opprest, How sweet the bidding-Come to Me! When the poor heart with anguish learns When against sin I strive in vain, The words arrest me-Come to Me! When nature shudders, loath to part Come, for all else must fail and die ; |