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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.


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.


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!


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! 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!

P.M.- The midnight cry. Matt. xxv. 6.
1 YE virgin souls, arise,

With all the dead awake,
Unto salvation wise,

Oil in your vessels take:
Upstarting at the midnight cry,

Behold the heavenly bridegroom nigh. 2 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 your

Lord. 3 Go meet him in the sky,

Your everlasting friend;
Your head to glorify,

With all his saints ascend;

in heart, obtain the grace,
To see, without a veil, his face.

4 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 ! 5 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. 6 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. 7 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!


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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