3 To Jesus, our atoning Priest,
To Jesus, our superior King,
Be everlasting power confess'd,
And every tongue his glory sing.
4 Behold, on flying clouds he comes,
And every eye shall see him move:
Tho' with our sins we pierc'd him once,
Then he displays his pard’ning love.
5 The unbelieving world shall wail,
While saints rejoice to see the day:
Come, Lord, nor let thy promise fail,
Nor let thy chariots long delay.

HYMN CLXXXVIII. Rev. v.11-3. (P.M. Haydn's.)
1 HARK! the notes of angels singing,
"Glory, glory to the Lamb!"
All in heav'n their tribute bringing,
Raising high the Saviour's name.
See, th' angelic hosts have crown'd him,
Jesus fills the throne on high:
Countless myriads, gath'ring round him,
With his praises rend the sky.
2 Ye for whom his life was given,
Sacred themes to you belong;
Come, assist the choir of heaven;
Join the everlasting song.
Endless life in him possessing,

Let us praise his precious name:
Glory, honour, power, and blessing,
Be for ever to the Lamb!

HYMN CLXXXIX.

THE SAME. (C. M.)

1 COME, let us join our cheerful songs

With angels round the throne:

Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.

2 "Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, "To be exalted thus ;"

"Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply, "For he was slain for us."

3 Jesus is worthy to receive

Honour and power divine;

And blessings more than we can give
Be, Lord, for ever thine,

4 Let all creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name

Of him that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

HYMN CXC. Rev. VII. 13-7. (L.M.) 1 "WHAT happy men or angels these, "That all their robes are spotless white? "Whence did this glorious troop arrive "At the pure realms of heav'nly light?" 2 From tort'ring racks and burning fires, And seas of their own blood, they came; But nobler blood has wash'd their robes, Flowing from Christ, the dying Lamb. 3 Now they approach th' Almighty throne With loud hosannas night and day: Sweet anthems to the great Three-One Measure their blest eternity.

4 No more shall hunger pain their souls; He bids their parching thirst be gone; And spreads the shadow of his wings, To screen them from the scorching sun. 5 The Lamb that fills the middle throne, Shall shed around his milder beams; There shall they feast on his rich love, And drink full joys from living streams.

6 Thus shall their mighty bliss renew
Through the vast round of endless years;
And the soft hand of sov'reign grace
Heals all their wounds, & wipes their tears.

HYMN CXCI. Rev. XI. 15. (L. M.)
JESUS, immortal King, ride on ;
The glorious day will soon be won :
Thine enemies prepare to flee,

And leave a conquer'd world to thee! 2 Gird on thy sword, victorious Chief, The captive sinner's sole relief: Cast the usurper from his throne, And make the universe thine own. 3 Thy footsteps, Lord, with joy we trace, And mark the conquests of thy grace: Finish the work thou hast begun, And let thy will on earth be done! 4 Hark! how the hosts triumphant sing, "The Lord Omnipotent is King!" Let all his saints rejoice at this, The kingdoms of the world are his!

HYMN CXCII. Rev. XII. 11. (C. M.) 1 GIVE me the wings of faith, to rise Within the veil, and see

The saints above, how great their joys,
How bright their glories be.

2 Once they were mourning here below,
And wet their couch with tears;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, and fears.

3 I ask them whence their vict'ry came;
They with united breath

Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,
Their triumph to his death.

4 They mark'd the footsteps that he trod,
(His zeal inspir'd their breast;)
And following their incarnate God,
Possess the promis'd rest.

5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise,
For his own pattern giv'n;
While the long cloud of witnesses
Shew the same path to heav'n.

HYMN CXCIII. Rev. XIV. 13. (C. M.)

[claims

1 HEAR what the voice from heav'n pro-
For all the pious dead:
Sweet is the savour of their names,
And soft their sleeping-bed.

2 They die in Jesus, and are bless'd;
How kind their slumbers are!
From suff'rings and from sins releas'd,
And freed from every snare.

3 Far from this world of toil and strife,
They're present with the Lord;

The labours of their mortal life
End in a large reward.

HYMN CXCIV. Rev. xv. 3-4. (C. M.) 1 How strong thine arm is, mighty God! Who would not fear thy name?

Jesus, how sweet thy graces are!

Who would not love the Lamb?

2 He has done more than Moses did,
Our Prophet and our King:
From bonds of hell he freed our souls,
And taught our lips to sing.

3 In the Red Sea by Moses' hand
Th' Egyptian host was drown'd ;

But his own blood hides all our sins,
And guilt no more is found.

4 When through the desert Israel weut,
With manna they were fed:
Our Lord invites us to his flesh,
And calls it living bread.

5 Moses beheld the promis'd land,
Yet never reach'd the place;

But Christ shall bring his foll'wers home
To see his Father's face.

6 Then shall our love and joy be full,
And feel a warmer flame;
And nobler voices tune the song
Of Moses and the Lamb.

HYMN CXCV. Rev. XIX. 16. (P. M. Sicilian.)
I LOOK, ye saints! the sight is glorious;
See the Man of sorrows now,
From the fight return'd victorious :
Every knee to him shall bow:
Crown him, crown him;

Crowns become the victor's brow.

2 Sinners in derision crown'd him,
Mocking thus the Saviour's claim;
Saints and angels crowd around him,
Own his title, praise his name:
Crown him, crown him;
Spread abroad the victor's fame.

3 Hark, those bursts of acclamation!
Hark, those loud triumphaut chords!
Jesus takes the highest station :
Oh, what joy the sight affords!
Crown him, crown him,

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King of Kings, and Lord of Lords."