The tears shall be wip'd from our eyes,
When thee we behold in the cloud,
And echo the joy of the skies,
And shout to the trumpet of God.
"Know ye that the Lord he is God."-
Ps. c. 3.
BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone,
He can create, and he destroy.
2 His sov'reign power without our aid,
Made us of clay, and formed us men;
And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd,
He brought us to his fold again.
3 We are his people, we his care,
Our souls and all our mortal frame;
What lasting honours shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to thy name!
4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heav'ns our voices raise;
And earth with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
5 Wide as the world is thy command,
Vast as eternity thy love;
Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.
"Great is thy faithfulness."-Lam. iii. 23.
BEGIN my tongue, some heav'nly theme,
And speak some boundless thing;
The mighty works, or mightier name,
Of our eternal King.
2 Tell of his wondrous faithfulness,
And sound his pow'r abroad;
Sing the sweet promise of his grace,
And the performing God.
3 Proclaim salvation in the Lord,
For wretched dying men ;
His hand has writ the sacred word,
With an immortal pen.
4 Engraved as in eternal brass,
The mighty promise shines;
Nor can the pow'rs of darkness rase
Those everlasting lines.
5 Each word of sov'reign grace is strong
As that which built the skies;
The voice that rolls the stars along,
Speaks all the promises.
"Behold the Lamb of God!"—
BEHOLD, my soul, come near and see,
The Lamb of God who died for thee;
Behold his side and venture near,
The well of endless life is here.
2 O here forget thy cares and pains,
Come, drink, yet still thy thirst remains;
Only the fountain-head above,
Can satisfy the thirst of love.
3 Thy name, dear Lord, expels my fear,
Revives my heart, and charms my ear;
Affords a balm for every wound,
And Satan trembles at the sound.
4 "Till then-nor is my boasting vain-
'Till then, I'll boast a Saviour slain
And oh! may this my glory be,
That Saviour not asham'd of me!
"Behold what manner of love the Fa
27. ther bath bestowed upon us!" 1 Jn. iii. 1.
BEHOLD what wondrous grace
The Father has bestow'd,
On sinners of a mortal race,
To call them sons of God!
2 'Tis no surprising thing,
That we should be unknown;
The Jewish world knew not their King,
God's everlasting Son.
3 Nor doth it yet appear
How great we must be made;
But when we see our Saviour here,
We shall be like our Head.
4 A hope so much divine
May trials well endure,
May purge our souls from sense and sin,
As Christ the Lord is pure.
5 If in my Father's love,
I share a filial part,
Send down thy Spirit like a dove,
To rest upon my heart.
6 We would no longer lie
Like slaves beneath the throne;
My faith shall Abba Father cry,
And thou the kindred own.
28. They may forget, yet will I not forget
thee."-Isa. xlix. 15.
BELIEVERS of mercy alone,
Of covenant mercy should sing;
Nor fear with Christ's righteousness on,
Their persons and off'rings to bring;
The vengeance of law and of God,
With them can have nothing to do,
The Saviour's obedience and blood
Hide all their transgressions from view.
2 The work which his goodness begun
The arm of his strength will complete,
His promise is yea and amen,
And never was forfeited yet;
Things future, nor things that are now,
Not all things below nor above,
Can make him his purpose forego,
Or sever the soul from his love.
3 Believer, thy name from his hands,
Eternity will not erase;
Impress'd on his heart it remains,
In marks of indelible grace:
Yes! saints to the end shall endure,
As sure as the earnest is giv'n;
More happy, but not more secure,
Are glorified spirits in heav'n.
"Mary hath chosen that good part."
BESET with snares on ev'ry hand,
In life's uncertain path I stand ;
Saviour divine! diffuse thy light,
To guide my doubtful footsteps right.
2 Engage this roving treach'rous heart,
To fix on Mary's better part;
To scorn the trifles of a day,
For joys that none can take away.
3 Then let the wildest storms arise;
Let tempests mingle earth and skies;
No fatal shipwreck shall I fear,
But all my treasures with me bear.
4 If thou, my Jesus! still be nigh,
Cheerful I live, and joyful die;
Secure, when mortal comforts flee,
To find ten thousand worlds in thee.
"It is I; be not afraid."-Matt. xiv. 27.
BE steady, be steady, O my soul!
For the sea is come and the billows roll;
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