And when the Powers of Hell combined
To fill His cup of woe,

Your pitying eyes beheld His tears
In bloody anguish flow.

As on the torturing Cross He hung,
And darkness veil'd the sky,
Ye saw, aghast, that awful sight,
The Lord of Glory die!

Astonish'd, here ye search and learn

High Heaven's mysterious ways, That thus to guilty dying man Immortal life conveys.

Anon He bursts the gates of death,
Subdues the tyrant's power:
Ye saw th' illustrious Conqueror rise,
And hailed the blissful hour,

Tended His chariot up the sky,

And bore Him to His Throne ;

Then swept your golden harps, and cried "The glorious work is done!"

My soul the joyful triumph feels,
And thinks the moments long,
Ere she her Saviour's glory sees,

And joins your rapturous song.

James Fanch and Daniel Turner. [1791.]

VII.

CHRIST'S KINGDOM AND JUDGMENT.

"And He shall come again with Glory, to judge both the quick and the dead; whose Kingdom shall have no end."

LXXIV.

Now is the hour of darkness past;

Christ has assumed His reigning power;
Behold the great accuser cast

Down from the skies to rise no more.

'Twas by Thy Blood, immortal Lamb,
Thine armies trod the Tempter down;
'Twas by Thy word and powerful Name
They gained the battle and renown.

Rejoice, ye heavens ! let every star
Shine with new glories round the sky!
Saints, while ye sing the heavenly war,
Raise your Deliverer's Name on high!

Isaac Watts. 1709.

LXXV.

Rejoice, the Lord is King,

Your Lord and King adore;
Mortals, give thanks and sing,

And triumph evermore :

Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.

Jesus the Saviour reigns,

The God of truth and love;
When he had purged our stains,
He took His seat above:

Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.

His kingdom cannot fail;

He rules o'er earth and Heaven;
The keys of death and hell

Are to our Jesus given:

Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.

He sits at God's right hand,
Till all His foes submit,
And bow to His command,

And fall beneath His feet:

Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.

He all His foes shall quell,

Shall all our sins destroy,

And every bosom swell

With pure seraphick joy:

Lift up your heart, lift up your voice,
Rejoice, again I say, Rejoice.

Rejoice in glorious hope;

Jesus the Judge shall come,
And take His servants up

To their eternal home:

We soon shall hear th' archangel's voice,

The Trump of God shall sound, rejoice.

Charles Wesley. 1745.

LXXVI.

The Lord is King! lift up thy voice,
O earth, and all ye heavens, rejoice!
From world to world the joy shall ring,
The Lord Omnipotent is King.

The Lord is King! who then shall dare
Resist His will, distrust His care,
Or murmur at His wise decrees,
Or doubt His royal promises?

The Lord is King! Child of the dust,
The Judge of all the earth is just :
Holy and true are all His ways:
Let every creature speak His praise.

He reigns! ye saints, exalt your strains;
Your God is King, your Father reigns;
And He is at the Father's side,

The Man of Love, the Crucified.

Come, make your wants, your burdens known, He will present them at the Throne;

And angel bands are waiting there

His messages of love to bear.

O, when His wisdom can mistake,
His might decay, His love forsake,
Then may His children cease to sing,
The Lord Omnipotent is King.

Alike pervaded by His eye,

All parts of His dominion lie;

This world of ours, and worlds unseen;

And thin the boundary between.

One Lord, one empire, all secures ;

He reigns, and life and death are yours:

Through earth and heaven one song shall ring, The Lord Omnipotent is King.

Josiah Conder. 1824.

LXXVII.

He, Who on earth as man was known,
And bore our sins and pains,
Now, seated on th' eternal Throne,
The God of Glory reigns.

His hands the wheels of Nature guide
With an unerring skill,

And countless worlds, extended wide,
Obey His sovereign will.

While harps unnumbered sound His praise

In yonder world above,

His saints on earth admire His ways
And glory in His love.

His Righteousness, to faith reveal'd,
Wrought out for guilty worms,
Affords a hiding-place and shield
From enemies and storms.

This land, through which His pilgrims go,
Is desolate and dry;

But streams of grace from Him o'erflow,
Their thirst to satisfy.

When troubles, like a burning sun,

Beat heavy on their head,

To this Almighty Rock they run,

And find a pleasing shade.