HYMN 237. C. M. A King shall reign in Righteousness. Isa. xxxii, 1, 2, 3. JESUS, our King, bis sceptre sways, Princes, in judgment, 'tend his ways, 2 This man shall be our hiding place, And make us all his goodness know In an eternal day. 6 There we shall hear the joyful sound, And on the fair celestial ground, HYMN 238. L. M. H. BALLOU. The Coming of Christ; or, the true Light. BE The sun itself is not so bright; 20 3 Sin, now condemn'd, shall cease to be, 4 Roll on, thou glorious Star of light, HYMN 239. P. M. H. BALLOW The Kingdom of Christ and its attendant Glories. COME, sing a Saviour's power, And praise his mighty name; His wond'rous love adore, And chant his growing fame. Wide o'er the world, a King shall reign; 2 The sceptre of his grace, 3 He shall for ever wield; His foes, before his face, To strength divine, shall yield. The conquest of his truth shall show What an almighty arm can do. His alienated sons, By sin beguil'd, betray'd; Shall then be born at once, And willing subjects made. Such numbers shall his courts adorn, As dew drops of the vernal morn. 4 His realm shall ever stand, By lib'ral things upheld; And from his bount'ous hand, All hearts with joy be fill'd. An universe with praise shall own TURNER. 2 3 4 5 HYMN 240. S. M. The sound of the Gospel trumpet to a perishing sinful world: HEAR what a Saviour's voice, "O all ye ransom'd souls, rejoice, Where sin and death have reign'd, The needy starving poor Partake of what is brought to view, THE HYMN 241. L. M. The Lord is my Shepherd. Psa. xxviii. TURNER. HE Lord our shepherd feeds his flock, Our God provides each heav'nly good, There doth our Shepherd kindly guide, When from this fold we ever stray, 5 The tender lambs, too prone to trace And, in his bosom, shields from harm. 6 Shepherd and Bishop of my soul, 2 3 4 R' HYMN 242. S. M. Blessings of the Gospel. IVERS from Jesus flow, There trees of life immortal grow, Leaves from those trees shall heal Sinners the living balsam feel, Thus from the house of God, And, like the all-atoning blood, Behold the spicy hills, And ever-living groves! Their pleasant fruit the hungry fills, TURNER. H. BALLOU. MA HYMN 243. C. M. The heavenly Jerusalem. AY sacred heat inspire my tongue, With golden numbers fill my song, And animate my heart. 2 Of the eternal fair I sing, Zion, the city of our King, 3 Behold! her walls are great and high, 4 From north and south, from east and west, And find in her immortal rest, And an eternal home. 5 On emblematic stones she stands, 6 She like a jasper stone most bright, In her there is no gloom of night, 7 Of her the Holy One hath said, Her seed shall bruise the serpent's head; 8 Thus is the male and female one, H. BALLOW |