Hymns for Christian Devotion Part 51

3 When destroying death shall die, Hushed be every rising sigh, Tears be wiped from every eye, Never more to fall; Then shall praises fill the sky, And angelic hosts shall cry, Holy, Holy Lord, Most High, Thou art all in all!

308. 7s. M. 6l. Spirit of the Psalms.

Glory of the Church.

1 On thy church, O Power Divine, Cause thy glorious face to s.h.i.+ne; Till the nations from afar Hail her as their guiding star; Till her sons, from zone to zone, Make thy great salvation known.

2 Then shall G.o.d, with lavish hand, Scatter blessings o'er the land; Earth shall yield her rich increase, Every breeze shall whisper peace, And the world's remotest bound With the voice of praise resound.

309. 11s. & 10s. [Peculiar.] J. G. Adams.

Christian's Song of Triumph.

1 Sound the full chorus! let praises ascend To G.o.d the Creator, our Father and Friend.

Sing, for the light of his truth is before us, And we will give thanks, and rejoice in his name; His banner of love in its glory waves o'er us; That love will continue forever the same.

Sound the full chorus, &c.

2 Praise to Jehovah! Give praise--let it rise From earth, in its fulness--and swell to the skies!

Give glory and praise! For a ransomed creation The gospel of peace in its triumph shall see; Our G.o.d hath redeemed us--and Christ our salvation Appears, from transgression and death to make free!

Praise to Jehovah, &c.

310. L. M. Anonymous.

Gospel Freedom Universal.

1 We long to see that happy time, That long-expected, blissful day, When men of every name and clime The glorious gospel shall obey.

2 The word of G.o.d shall firm abide, Though earth and h.e.l.l should dare oppose; The stone cut from the mountain's side, To universal empire grows.

3 Afric's emanc.i.p.ated sons Shall shout to Asia's rapt'rous song, Europe, with her unnumbered tongues, And western climes the strain prolong.

4 From east to west, from north to south, Immanuel's kingdom shall extend, And every man, in every face, Shall meet a brother and a friend.

311. C. P. M. M. Rayner.

Reign of Christ. Isa. 35.

1 The radiant dawn of gospel light, The prophet saw in vision bright, And hailed th' auspicious day, When Christ should all his grace disclose And cure the world of all its woes, By truth's triumphant sway.

2 The blind their eyes shall open wide; To drink the light's o'erflowing tide, The deaf sweet music hear; The lame like bounding hart shall leap; The dumb no longer silence keep, But shout redemption near.

3 And there shall be a holy way, In which the simple shall not stray-- The path so plain and bright.

Wayfaring men therein shall walk, And of their home and kindred talk, With rapture and delight.

4 No ravenous beast in quest of prey, No lion lurking in the way, Shall ever there be seen.

The place where dragons lay concealed, Large crops of waving gra.s.s shall yield, With reeds and rushes green.

5 And when to Zion's peaceful home The ransomed of the Lord shall come, (O haste the blissful day!) Glad strains shall every tongue employ In songs of everlasting joy, And sighing flee away.

312. H. M. Doddridge.

The Wilderness Transformed. Is. 41:18, 19.

1 Amazing, beauteous change!

A world created new!

My thoughts with transport range, The lovely scene to view: In all I trace, The work is thine; Saviour divine, Be thine the praise!

2 See crystal fountains play Amidst the burning sands; The river's winding way s.h.i.+nes through the thirsty lands; New gra.s.s is seen, Its carpet spreads And o'er the meads Of living green.

3 Where pointed brambles grew, Entwined with horrid thorn, Gay flowers, forever new, The painted fields adorn; The blus.h.i.+ng rose, In union fair, And lily there, Their sweets disclose.

4 The tyrants of the plain Their savage chase give o'er; No more they rend the slain.

And thirst for blood no more; But infant hands And lions yoke Fierce tigers stroke, In flowery bands.

5 O, when, Almighty Lord, Shall these glad scenes arise, To verify thy word, And bless our wondering eyes?

That earth may raise, United songs With all its tongues, Of ardent praise.

313. 8s., 7s. & 4s. M. J. Taylor.

The Gospel Triumphant.

1 Still in shades of midnight darkness Abject sits the Pagan world; There the banner of salvation Ne'er hath been by time unfurled; Nor their idols From their blood-stained altars hurled.

2 Yet the promise stands securely, And Messiah's reign shall spread; Not in vain his glorious conquest; Not in vain the Saviour bled.

Chief immortal!