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3 Thy people long this stone have tried,
And all the powers of hell defied;
Floods of temptation beat in vain;
Well doth this rock the house sustain.
4 When storms of wrath around prevail,
Whirlwind and thunder, fire and hail,
"Tis here our trembling souls shall hide,
And here securely they abide.

5 While they that scorn this precious stone,
Fond of some quicksand of their own,
Borne down by weighty vengeance die,
And buried deep in ruin lie.

131.

L.M.-Christ the Rock on which his Church is built and secured. Matt. xvi. 18.

1 NOW let the gates of Zion sing,

And challenge all her spiteful foes:
She triumphs in her Saviour-King,
In him who from the dead arose.

2 He is the Rock on whom we rest,

And firm on that foundation stand;
Divine compassion fills his breast,

His word is sure, and strong his hand.

3 Hell and its host may rage in vain;

Vain are their counsels and their power; Grim death may marshal all his train, And boast the conquest of an hour. 4 Breathless and pale his servants lie,

And know their former place no more;
Their children raise his praises high,
And o'er their fathers' dust adore.

5 Their fathers' dust the Lord shall raise,
And burst the barriers of the grave;
Parents and children join his praise,
Who through eternity can save.

132.

L.M.-Not ashamed of Christ.

1 JESUS, and shall it ever be

A mortal man ashamed of thee? Asham'd of thee, whom angels praise, Whose glories shine through endless days. 2 Asham'd of Jesus! sooner far Let evening blush to own her star: He sheds the beams of light divine O'er this benighted soul of mine. 3 Asham'd of Jesus! just as soon Let midnight be asham'd of noon: 'Tis midnight with my soul till He, Bright Morning Star! bid darkness flee. 4 Asham'd of Jesus! that dear friend

On whom my hopes of heaven depend!
No; when I blush-be this my shame,
That I no more revere his name.
5 Asham'd of Jesus! yes, I may,
When I've no guilt to wash away;
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.
6 Till then-nor is my boasting vain;
Till then I'll boast a Saviour slain;
And oh! may this my glory be,
That Christ is not asham'd of me.

133.

L.M.-Christ's second coming.

1 THE Lord will come! the earth shall quake, The hills their fixed seat forsake; And, withering from the vault of night The stars withdraw their feeble light. 2 The Lord will come! but not the same As once in lowly form he came, A silent Lamb to slaughter led,

The bruis'd, the suffering, and the dead.

3 The Lord will come! a dreadful form
With wreath of flame, and robe of storm,
On cherub wings, and wings of wind,
Anointed Judge of human-kind.

4 Can this be He who wont to stray
A pilgrim on the world's highway;
By power opprest, and mock'd by pride?
O God! is this the crucified?

5 Go, tyrants! to the rocks complain!
Go, seek the mountain's cleft in vain!
But faith, victorious o'er the tomb,
Shall sing for joy-the Lord is come!

134.

P.M.-Christ's second Advent.

1 LO! he comes with clouds descending, Once for favour'd sinners slain! Thousand thousand saints attending, Swell the triumph of his train; Hallelujah!

Hallelujah! Amen!

2 Every eye shall now behold him,
Rob'd in dreadful majesty;

Those who set at nought and sold him,
Pierc'd, and nail'd him to the tree,
Deeply wailing,

Shall the true Messiah see.

3 Every island, sea, and mountain,
Heaven and earth shall flee away;
All who hate him, must, confounded,
Hear the trump proclaim the day;
"Come to judgment!

Come to judgment! come away!"
4 Now redemption long expected,
See, in solemn pomp appear!
All his saints, by man rejected,
Now shall meet him in the air!

Hallelujah!

See the day of God appear! 5 Answer thine own bride and Spirit, Hasten, Lord, the general doom! The new heaven and earth to' inherit, Take thy pining exiles home: All creation

Travails, groans, and bids thee come!

6 Yea! Amen! let all adore thee,
High on thine eternal throne!
Saviour, take the power and glory;
Claim the kingdom for thine own!
O come quickly!
Hallelujah! come, Lord, come!

135.

P.M.-The midnight cry. Matt. xxv. 6.

1 YE virgin souls, arise,

2

With all the dead awake,

Unto salvation wise,

Oil in your vessels take:
Upstarting at the midnight cry,
Behold the heavenly bridegroom nigh.

He comes, he comes to call,

The nations to his bar,

And raise to glory all

Who fit for glory are;

Make ready for your full reward,

Go forth with joy to meet

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Ye that have here receiv'd
The unction from above;
And in his Spirit liv'd,
Obedient to his love;

Jesus shall claim you for his bride;
Rejoice with all the sanctified!
Rejoice, in glorious hope
Of that great day unknown,
When you shall be caught up
To stand before his throne;
Call'd to partake the marriage feast,
And lean on our Immanuel's breast.

The everlasting doors

Shall soon the saints receive;
Above yon angel powers
In glorious joy to live;

Far from a world of grief and sin,
With God eternally shut in.

Then let us wait to hear

The trumpet's welcome sound;
To see our Lord appear,

Watching let us be found;

When Jesus doth the heavens bow,

Be found-as, Lord, thou find'st us now!

136.

P.M.-Christ's second coming.

1 LIFT up your heads, ye friends of Jesus, Partners in his sufferings here;

Christ to all believers precious,
Lord of lords shall soon appear:
Mark the tokens

Of his heavenly kingdom near!
2 Close behind the tribulation
Of the last tremendous days,
See the flaming revelation,
See the universal blaze!

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