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HYMN 410. S. M. [#]

Christian Hope and Joy.

1 CHRISTIANS, dismiss your fear,
Let hope and joy succeed;
The welcome news with gladness hear;
The Lord is risen indeed!

2 The shades of death withdrawn,
His eyes their beams display;
So wakes the sun, when rosy dawn
Unbars the gates of day.

3 Angelic hosts above

The rising victor sing,

And all the blissful seats of love
With loud hosannas ring.

4 Ye pilgrims, too, below,

Your hearts and voices raise ;
Let every breast with gladness glow,
And every mouth be praise.

HYMN 411.

10 & 11s. M. [#]

Praise and Exultation.

1 O PRAISE ye the Lord; prepare a new song, And let all his saints in full concert join ; With voices united the anthem prolong,

And show forth his praises with music divine. 2 Let praise to the Lord, who made us, ascend; Let each grateful heart be glad in its King; The God whom we worship our songs will attend, And view with complacence the offering we bring.

3 Be joyful, ye saints, sustained by his might, And let your glad song awake with each morn ; For those who obey him are still his delight;

His hand with salvation the meek will adorn. 4 Then praise ye the Lord; prepare a glad song, And let all his saints in full concert join ; With voices united the anthem prolong, And show forth his praises with music divine.

HYMN 412. S. M. [#]

Rejoicing in the Hope set before us.
1 Now let our voices join

To form a sacred song;
Ye pilgrims, in Jehovah's ways,
With music pass along.

2 The flowers of paradise

In rich profusion spring;
The Sun of glory gilds the path,
And dear companions sing.

3 See Salem's golden spires

In beauteous prospect rise;
And brighter crowns than mortals wear,
Which sparkle through the skies.

4 All honour to his name,

Who marks the shining way;

To him, who leads the wanderers on
To realms of endless day!

HYMN 413. C. M. [#]

God the Soul's highest Delight.

1 My God, the Spring of all my joys,
The Life of my delights,
The Glory of my brightest days,
And Comfort of my nights!

2 In darkest shades if he appear,
My dawning is begun :

He is my soul's sweet Morning-star,
And he my rising Sun.

3 The opening heavens around me shine With beams of sacred bliss,

While Jesus shows his heart is mine,
And whispers, I am his.

4 My soul would leave this heavy clay
At that transporting word,
Run up with joy the shining way,
To meet my dearest Lord.

5 Fearless of pains and ghastly death,
I'd break through every foe;
The wings of love and arms of faith
Should bear me conqueror through.

HYMN 414. H.,M. [#]
Beauty and Exultation of Zion.

1 O ZION, tune thy voice,
And raise thy hands on high;
Tell all the earth thy joys,
And shout salvation nigh:

Cheerful in God, arise and shine,
And wide extend thy rays divine.
2 He gilds thy morning face
With beams that cannot fade;
His all-resplendent grace

He sheds upon thy head :
Thy form the nations round shall view,
Divinely crowned with lustre new.

3 In honour to his name

Reflect that sacred light,
And loud that grace proclaim

Which makes thy darkness bright; His praise pursue, till sovereign love The glory raise in worlds above.

HYMN 415. L. M. [#]

Joyful View of God's Works.

1 Now, to the God, to whom all might
And glory in all worlds belong,
Who fills, unseen, his throne of light,
Come, let us sing a joyful song.

2 His spirit wrapped the mantling air,
Of old, around our infant earth,
And, on her bosom, warm and fair,
Gave her young Lord his joyous birth.
3 He smiles on morning's rosy way;

He paints the gorgeous clouds of even; To noon he gives its ripening ray;

To night the view of glorious heaven. 4 He drives along those sparkling globes In circles of unerring truth;

He decks them all in radiant robes, And crowns them with eternal youth. 5 So will he crown the upright mind,

When life and all its toils are o'er : Then let his praise, on every wind, Rise, till the winds shall wake no more.

HYMN 416. C. M. [#]

Joy and Praise.

1 MORTALS, awake; exult in God; His lasting honours raise ;

His wondrous works and boundless love Demand unceasing praise.

2 His bounteous hand gives every good, Makes earth with mercy shine,

And guides us to a life, through Christ,
Immortal and divine.

3 My soul shall lift his honours high,
Till death shall still my tongue;
Then, mid the realms of endless bliss,
Revive the rapturous song.

HYMN 417. C. M. [#]

Delight in the Presence of God.

1 THY presence, Lord, gives pure delight,
Our sorrows takes away,
Dispels the darkness of our night,
And spreads effulgent day.

2 Like water to the thirsty soul
Are flowings of thy love,

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