I 2 354. Psalm LXXII. JESUS shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run ; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, For Him shall endless prayer be made, 3 People and realms of every tongue 4 Blessings abound where'er He reigns; The prisoner leaps to lose his chains; The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blest. 5 Where He displays His healing power, Death and the curse are known no more; In Him the tribes of Adam boast More blessings than their father lost. 6 Let every creature rise, and bring Amen. I. Watts. I 2 355. FATHER of mercies, in Thy Word What endless glory shines! For these celestial lines : Here the Redeemer's welcome voice Attend the blissful sound. 3 O may the heavenly pages be And still new beauties may we see, 4 Divine Instructor, glorious Lord, Be Thou for ever near; Teach us to love Thy sacred Word, And find the Saviour there. 356. 1 GOD, in the gospel of his Son, I 2 Amen. Makes His eternal counsels known ; A. Steele. The prisoner here may break his chains; The mourner find the way of peace. 3 Here faith reveals to mortal eyes 4 O grant us grace, Almighty Lord, I Death. 357. ASLEEP in Jesus! blessèd sleep, 2 Asleep in Jesus! O how sweet 3 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest, 4 Asleep in Jesus! O for me May such a blissful refuge be! Securely shall my ashes lie, Waiting the summons from on high. Amen. Y I 2 358. EARTH to earth, and dust to dust, Head and tongue, and hand and heart, Like the seed in spring-time sown, 3 Yet the seed, upraised again, Clothes with green the smiling plain; 4 Lord, from nature's gloomy night Turn we to the Gospel's light; Thou didst triumph o'er the grave, Thou wilt all Thy people save; Ransomed by Thy Blood, the just Rise immortal from the dust. Amen. 7. H. Gurney. I 2 359. Dies ira! dies illa. DAY of wrath! O day of mourning! O what fear the sinner rendeth, When from heaven the Judge descendeth, 3 Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth, 4 Death is struck, and nature quaking, All creation is awaking, To its Judge an answer making. 5 Lo, the Book, exactly worded, Wherein all hath been recorded! Thence shall judgment be awarded. 6 When the Judge His seat attaineth, And each hidden deed arraigneth, Nothing unavenged remaineth. 7 What shall I, frail man, be pleading, When the just are mercy needing? 9 Think, kind Jesu, my salvation |