3 When the sun of bliss is beaming
Light and love upon my way,
From the cross the radiance streaming
Adds more lustre to the day.
4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,
By the cross are sanctified;
Peace is there that knows no measure,
Joys that through all time abide.
5 In the cross of Christ I glory,
Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime.
1 CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies,
Christ, the true, the only light,
Sun of Righteousness, arise,
Triumph o'er the shades of night!
Dayspring from on high, be near!
Day-star, in my heart appear!
2 Dark and cheerless is the morn,
If thy light is hid from me;
Joyless is the day's return,
Till thy mercy's beams I see;
Till thy inward light impart
Warmth and gladness to my heart.
3 Visit, then, this soul of mine;
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
Fill me, radiant Sun divine;
Scatter all my unbelief;
More and more thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.
1 O COULD we speak the matchless worth,
O could we sound the glories forth,
Which in our Saviour shine,
We'd soar, and touch the heavenly strings,
And vie with Gabriel, while he sings,
In notes almost divine.
2 We'd sing the characters he bears,
And all the forms of love he wears,
Exalted on his throne:
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,
We would, to everlasting days,
Make all his glories known.
3 O the delightful day will come,
When Christ, our Lord, will bring us home,
And we shall see his face :
Then, with our Saviour, Brother, Friend,
A blest eternity we 'll spend,
Triumphant in his grace.
The Glorification of Christ.
1 ALL hail the power of Jesus' name!
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him Lord of all.
2 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God,
Who from his altars call;
Praise him who shed for you his blood,
And crown him Lord of all.
3 Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall;
Go spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him Lord of all.
4 Let every kindred, every tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,
And crown him Lord of all.
5 O that, with yonder sacred throng,
We at his feet may fall,
And join the everlasting song,
And crown him Lord of all.
1 O'ER mountain-tops, the mount of God
In latter days shall rise
Above the summits of the hills,
And draw the wandering eyes.
2 To this the joyful nations round,
All tribes and tongues, shall flow;
Up to the mount of God, they say,
And to his house, we 'll go.
3 The beams that shine from Zion's hill
Shall lighten every land;
The king who reigns in Salem's towers,
Shall the whole world command.
4 Among the nations he shall judge,
His judgments truth shall guide;
His sceptre shall protect the just,
And crush the sinner's pride.
5 No war shall rage, nor hostile strife Disturb those happy years;
To ploughshares men shall beat their swords,
To pruninghooks their spears.
6 No longer hosts encountering hosts
Shall crowds of slain deplore;
They'll hang the trumpet in the hall,
And study war no more.
1 WHO shall behold the glorious day,
When, throned on Zion's brow,
The Lord shall rend the veil away
Which hides the nations now!
When earth no more beneath the fear
Of His rebuke shall lie;
When pain shall cease, and every tear
Be wiped from every eye.
2 Then shall the world no longer mourn
Beneath oppression's chain;
The days of splendor shall return,
And all be new again.
The fount of life shall then be quaffed
In peace by all who come,
And every wind that blows shall waft
Some long-lost exile home.
1 THERE's not a hope with comfort fraught, Triumphant over death and time,
But Jesus mingles in the thought,
Forerunner of our course sublime.
2 His image meets me in the hour
Of joy, and brightens every smile;
I see him, when the tempests lower,
Each terror soothe, each grief beguile.
3 I see him in the daily round
Of social duty, mild and meek;
With him I tread the hallowed ground,
Communion with my God to seek.
4 I see his pitying, gentle eye,
When lonely want appeals for aid;
I hear him in the frequent sigh,
That mourns the waste which sin has made.
5 I meet him at the lowly tomb;
I weep where Jesus wept before;
And there, above the grave's dark gloom,
I see him rise, and weep no more.
1 JESUS shall reign where'er the sun
Does his successive journeys run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
2 For him shall endless prayer be made,
And praises throng to crown his head;
His name like sweet perfume shall rise
With every morning sacrifice.
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