2

3

4

His kingdom cannot fail,

He rules o'er earth and heaven;
The keys of death and hell
Are to our Jesus given:

Lift up your heart, &c.

He sits at God's right hand,
Till all his foes submit,
And bow at his command,
And fall beneath his feet:

Lift up your heart, &c.

Rejoice in glorious hope,

Jesus, the Judge, shall come,
And take his servants up

To their eternal home.

We soon shall hear the archangel's voice ;
The trump of God shall sound, Rejoice!

161.

1 JOY

OY to the world-the Lord is come;
Let earth receive her King;

Let

heart every

prepare

him room,

And heaven and nature sing.

2 Joy to the earth-the Saviour reigns; Let men their songs employ;

While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains, Repeat the sounding joy.

3 No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;

He comes to make his blessings flow
Far as the curse is found.

4 He rules the world with truth and grace,

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And makes the nations
prove
The glories of his righteousness,
And wonders of his love.

162,

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ORD, what was man, when made at first,
Adam, the offspring of the dust,

That thou shouldst set him and his race
But just below an angel's place?

2 That thou shouldst raise his nature so,
And make him Lord of all below;
Make every beast and bird submit,
And lay the fishes at his feet?

3 But, O! what brighter glories wait
To crown the second Adam's state!
What honours shall thy Son adorn,
Who condescended to be born!

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4 See him below his angels made
See him in dust among the dead,
To save a ruin'd world from sin !
But he shall reign with power divine.

5 The world to come, redeem'd from all
The miseries that attend the fall,

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New made, and glorious, shall submit
At our exalted Saviour's feet.

163.

WE

E bless the prophet of the Lord, That comes with truth and grace; Jesus, thy Spirit and thy word

Shall lead us in thy ways.

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2 We reverence our High Priest above,
Who offer'd up his blood;
And lives to carry on his love,
By pleading with our God.

3 We honour our exalted King,

How sweet are his commands!
He guards our souls from hell and sin
By his almighty hands.

4 Hosanna to his glorious name,
Who saves by different ways;
His mercies lay a sovereign claim
To our immortal praise.

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164.

THE

(HEB. ix. 23-26.)

HE true Messiah now appears,
The types are all withdrawn;

So fly the shadows and the stars
Before the rising dawn.

C. M.

2 No smoking sweets, nor bleeding lambs, Nor kid, nor bullock slain;

Incense and spice of costly names
Would all be burnt in vain.

3 Aaron must lay his robes away,
His mitre and his vest,

When God himself comes down to be
The offering and the priest.

4 He

Ook our mortal flesh, to show

wonders of his love;

For us he paid his life below,
And prays for us above.

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5 Father,' he cries, forgive their sins,
"For I myself have died;"
And then he shews his open'd veins,
And pleads his wounded side.g vď

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165.

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(HEB. 9.)

ESUS, in thee our eyes behold entire sf]
A thousand glories more

Than the rich gems and polish'd gold

The sons of Aaron wore.

2 They first their own burnt-offerings brought To purge themselves from sing mo ol Thy life was pure without a spot,

And all thy nature clean.

3 Fresh blood as constant as the day Was on their altar spilt;

But thy one offering takes away

For ever all our guilt.

4 Their priesthood ran through several hands,

For mortal was their race;

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Thy never-changing office stands
Eternal as thy days.

5 Once in the circuit of a year,
With blood, but not his own,
Aaron within the veil appears,
Before the golden throne.

6 But Christ, by his own powerful blood,

Ascends above the skies,

And in the presence of our God u sel

Shews his own sacrifice.

7 Jesus, the King of Glory, reigns
On Zion's heavenly hill;

Looks like a lamb that has been slain,
And wears his priesthood still.

8 He ever lives to intercede
Before his Father's face:

Give him, my soul, thy cause to plead,
Nor doubt the Father's grace.

166.

(HEB. ix. 24.)

C. M.

1 LIFT up your eyes to the heavenly seats Where your Redeemer stays;

Kind intercessor, there he sits,

And loves, and pleads, and prays.
2 Petitions now and praise may rise,
And saints their offerings bring;1
The Priest with his own sacrifice
Presents them to the King.

3 Jesus alone shall bear my cries
Up to his Father's throne;
He, dearest Lord, perfumes my sighs,
And sweetens every groan.

4 Ten thousand praises to the King,
Hosanna in the highest!

Ten thousand thanks our spirits bring
To God and to his Christ.,

167.

(HEB. X. 19-22.)

C. M.

1 COME, let us lift our joyful eyes n ♪ Up to the courts above,

And smile to see our Father there, buA
Upon a throne of dove vive und W