7 Thy hand shall on rebellious kings A fiery tempest pour,

While we, beneath thy sheltering wings, Thy just revenge adore.

HYMN 45. Common Metre.

Rev. XXI. 5-8.

The last Judgment.

I SEE where the great incarnate God

1

Fills a majestic throne,

While from the skies his awful voice

Bears the last judgment down.

2 [I am the first, and I the last,
"Through endless years the same;

'I AM is my memorial still,

• And my eternal name.

3 Such favours as a God can give
'My royal grace bestows;

Ye thirsty souls, come taste the streams
Where life and pleasure flows.]

4 [The saint that triumphs o'er his sins, 'I'll own him for a son;

The whole creation shall reward

The conquests he has won.

5 But bloody hands, and hearts unclean, And all the lying race,

The faithless, and the scoffing crew,
That spurn at offer'd grace;

6 They shall be taken from my sight,
Bound fast in iron chains,

'And headlong plung'd into the lake
Where fire and darkness reigns. ']

7 0 may I stand before the Lamb,
When earth and seas are fled!
And hear the Judge pronounce my name
With blessings on my head!

8 May I with those for ever dwell
Who here were my delight,
While sinners banish'd down to hell
No more offend my sight.

HYMN 48. Long Metre.

Isaiah XL. 28-31.

The Christian Race.

1 AWAKE, our souls; away, our fears ;
Let every trembling thought be gone;
Awake, and run the heavenly race,
And put a cheerful courage on.

2 True, 'tis a straight and thorny road,
And mortals spirits tire and faint;

But they forget the mighty God
That feeds the strength of every saint

3 Thee, mighty God, whose matchless power Is ever new and ever young,

And firm endures, while endless years
Their everlasting circles run.

4 From thee, the overflowing spring,
Our souls shall drink a fresh supply,
While such as trust their native strength
Shall melt away, and droop, and die.

5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air
We'll mount aloft to thine abode;
On wings of love our souls shall fly,
Nor tire amidst the heavenly road.

HYMN 49.

1

How

Common Metre.

Revelations XV. 3.

The Works of Moses and the Lamb.

strong thine arm is, mighty God!

Who would not fear thy name?

Jesus, how sweet thy graces are!

Who would not love the Lamb?

2 He has done more than Moses did,
Our Prophet and our King;

From bonds of hell he freed our souls,
And taught our lips to sing.

3 In the red-sea, by Moses' hand,
Th' Egyptian host was drown'd;
But his own blood hides all our sins,
And guilt no more is found.

4 When through the desert Israel went,
With manna they were fed;

Our Lord invites us to his flesh,
And calls it living bread.

5 Moses beheld the promis'd land,
Yet never reach'd the place;

But Christ shall bring his followers home
To see his Father's face.

6 Then will our love and joy be full,
And feel a warmer flame,

And sweeter voices tune the song
Of Moses and the Lamb.

HYMN 50. Common Metre,

Luke 1.68, &c. John 1. 29, 32.

The Song of Zacharias, and the Message of John the Baptist: or,
Light and Salvation by Jesus Christ.

1 NOW be the God of Israel bless'd,
Who makes his truth appear;
His mighty hand fulfils his word,
And all the oaths he sware.

2 Now he bedews old David's root
With blessings from the skies;
He makes the branch of promise grow,
The promis'd horn arise.

3 [John was the prophet of the Lord,
To go before his face;

The herald which our Saviour-God
Sent to prepare his ways.

4 He makes the great salvation known,
He speaks of pardon'd sins;

While grace divine, and heavenly love,
In its own glory shines.

5 Behold the Lamb of God,' he cries,

That takes our guilt away:

'I saw the spirit o'er his head
• On his baptizing day.]

6 Be every vale exalted high,

'Sink every mountain low;

• The proud must stoop, and humble souls

6

• Shall his salvation know.

7 The heathen realms with Israel's land

Shall join in sweet accord;

And all that's born of man shall see
'The glory of the Lord.

8 Behold the morning-star arise,

Ye that in darkness sit;

He marks the path that leads to peace,
And guides our doubtful feet.'

HYMN 51. Short Metre.

Jude 24, 25.

Persevering Grace.

1 To God the only wise,

Our Saviour and our King,

Let all the saints below the skies

Their humble praises sing.

His counsel, and his care,

Preserves us safe from sin and death,

And every hurtful snare,