THE LORD OF GLORY REIGNS. The Lord of glory reigns supremely great; High in the heav'ns he builds his | royal | seat; Through worlds unknown his sov'reign sway extends; Nor space, nor time his | boundless empire | ends; His eye beholds th' affairs of | ev'ry | nation, And reads each thought through his im- mense cre- ation. Lightnings and storms his mighty word obey, His praise gives harmony to | all their | voices, Rebellious mortals, cease your tumults vain, With contrite hearts, fall prostrate, | and a- dore him, Doddridge. CHANT No. 101. (DOUBLE.) @# g -.. A-meu. We sing his love, who once was slain, 2 The saints who now in Jesus sleep, 3 How loud shall our glad | voices | sing, From beds of dust and silent clay, Soon &c. 4 When Jesus we in glory meet, Our utmost joys shall be com- plete: Death and the Soon &c. curse shall be no more. R. Hill's Col. The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in | fire, And the heavens with the burthen of | God-head are | bow'd. 2 The glory! the glory! around him are | pour'd, 3 The trumpet! the trumpet! the dead have all heard: 4 The judgment, the judgment! the thrones are all set, 5 O mercy! O mercy! look down from above, Outstretch'd, with an afflictive | rod; And hark! a voice goes through the land, “Be still, and know that I am | God!" 2 Shall we, like guilty Adam, hide In darkest shades our darker | fears? . For who his coming may abide, Or who shall stand when he ap- pears? 3 No! let us throng around his seat, No! let us meet him face to faceProstrate our spirits at his feet, Confess our sins, and sue for | grace. 4 Who knows but God will hear our cries- 5 Old Hundred-Key of G. or Chant No. 1. He will, he will! for Jesus pleads: Let heaven and earth such love record: For us, for us, he intercedes: Our help is nigh-It is the Lord! Amen to be sung after Old Hundred. Montgomery. Thou maker of my vital frame, Unveil thy face, pro- nounce thy | name; Which thou hast | form'd, thy | language | hear; The Power that | gives me | leave to | be. 2 Where is thy residence? Oh! why Dost thou avoid my searching | eye; Say, do the clouds con- ceal thy | throne? Through boundless | space, a present | God? 3 Is there not some delightful art To feel thy presence..at my | heart? Then rest my thoughts; no longer roam Watts 1 |