2 But we are come to Zion's hill,
The city of our God,
Where milder words declare his will,
And spread his love abroad.
3 Behold the blest assembly there,
Whose names are writ in heaven!
And God, the Judge of all, declares
Their vilest sins forgiven.
4 The saints on earth, and all the dead,
But one communion make;
All join in Christ, their living Head,
And of his grace partake.
5 In such society as this
My weary soul would rest:
The man that dwells where Jesus is
Must be forever blest.
HYMN 251. C. M. [#]
Rich Treasure in earthen Vessels.
1 How rich thy bounty, King of kings! Thy favours how divine!
The blessings which thy gospel brings,
How splendidly they shine!
2 Gold is but dross, and gems but toys,
Should gold and gems compare;
How mean, when set against those joys
Thy poorest servants share!
3 Yet all these treasures of thy grace
Are lodged in urns of clay,
And the weak sons of mortal race
Immortal gifts convey.
4 Feebly they lisp thy glories forth,
Yet grace the victory gives;
Quickly they moulder back to earth,
Yet still the gospel lives.
5 Such wonders power divine effects;
Such trophies God can raise ;
His hand from crumbling dust erects
His monuments of praise.
HYMN 252. L. M. [#]
Excellency of the Christian Religion. 1 LET everlasting glories crown
Thy head, my Saviour and my Lord;
Thy hands have brought salvation down,
And writ the blessings in thy word.
2 In vain the trembling conscience seeks
Some solid ground to rest upon;
With long despair the spirit breaks,
Till we apply to Christ alone.
3 How well thy sacred truths agree!
How wise and holy thy commands !
Thy promises, how firm they be !
How firm our hope and comfort stand! 4 Should all the forms that men devise Assault my faith with treacherous art, I'd call them vanity and lies,
And bind the gospel to my heart.
HYMN 253. C. M. [#]
Triumph of the Gospel.
1 LORD, send thy word, and let it fly,
Armed with thy spirit's power;
Ten thousand shall confess its sway,
And bless the saving hour.
2 Beneath the influence of thy grace,
The barren wastes shall rise,
With sudden greens and fruits arrayed,-
A blooming paradise.
3 True holiness shall strike its root
In each believing heart;
Shall in a growth divine arise,
And heavenly fruits impart.
4 Peace, with her olives crowned, shall stretch Her wings from shore to shore ;
No trump shall rouse the rage of war,
Nor murderous cannon roar.
5 Lord, for those days we wait; those days
Are in thy word foretold :
Fly swifter, sun and stars, and bring
This promised age of gold.
HYMN 254. S. M. [#]
Excellency of the Gospel.
1 BEHOLD, the heavens declare
The glory of our God;
The starry firmament on high
Proclaims his power abroad.
2 But from his gospel beams
Instruction more divine:
There God unfolds an endless day;
There love and mercy shine.
3 There God reveals his laws,
So perfect and so pure;
And there is taught that fear of him,
Which ever shall endure..
4 There he instructs the wise,
Reclaims the wandering soul,
And brings to light those hidden joys
Which all our griefs control.
HYMN 255. H. M. [#]
Gospel Day.
1 I SING the gospel day,
When Christ shall finish sin,
His wondrous love display,
And conquered rebels bring:
They prostrate fall,
And humbly own
That God, alone,
Is all in all.
2 The Saviour, Christ, must reign
Till all his foes submit,
And, saved by him from pain,
Shall worship at his feet;
Shall prostrate fall,
And humbly own
That God, alone,
Is all in all,
3 Then death itself shall die,
And life triumphant reign;
No more shall sinners sigh
In darkness, guilt, and pain:
Prostrate they fall,
And humbly own
That God, alone,
Is all in all.
HYMN 256. L. M. [#]
Strains of Gospel Grace.
1 THE God who once to Israel spoke,
From Sinai's top, in fire and smoke,
In gentler strains of gospel grace
Invites us now to seek his face.
2 He wears no terrors on his brow;
He speaks in love, from Zion, now :
It is the voice of Jesus' blood
That calls us, wanderers, back to God.
3 God's servant, Moses, quaked and feared,
When Sinai's thundering law he heard;
But gospel grace, with accents mild,
Speaks to the sinner as a child.
4 What other arguments can move
The heart that slights a Saviour's love?
O may that heavenly power be felt,
And cause the stony heart to melt.
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