Sons of righteousness arise,
Open the gates of Paradise.

2 Floods of everlasting light
Freely flash before him;
Myriads, with supreme delight,
Instantly adore him:

Angel trumps resound his fame,
Lutes of lucid gold proclaim
All the music of his name,
Heaven echoing the theme.

3 Four and twenty elders rise,
From their princely station;
Shout his glorious victories,
Sing the great salvation;

Cast their crowns before his throne,
Cry in reverential tone,

Glory be to God alone,

Holy! holy! holy One.

4 Hark! the thrilling symphonies, Seem, methinks, to seize us

Join we, too, the holy lays,

Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!

Sweetest sound in seraph's song,
Sweetest note on mortal's tongue,
Sweetest carol ever sung-

Jesus! Jesus! flow along.

HYMN CCCCXIX.

IVE 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 sin, and doubts, and fears.

3 I ask them, whence their victory 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'd the promis'd rest.

5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise
For his own pattern giv❜n,

While the long cloud of witnesses
Show the same path to heav'n.

IN

HYMN CCCCXX.

N boundless mercy, gracious Lord, appear, Darkness dispel, the humble mourner cheer; Vain thoughts remove, melt down this flinty heart;

Cause ev'ry soul to choose the better part. 2 Thy presence fills the universal space; Thy grace appears to all the fallen race; Oh visit us with light and life divine; Fill ev'ry soul, for ev'ry soul is thine. The blessed Jesus is my Lord, my Love; He is my King, from him I would not move; Away then all ye objects that divert,

Nor seek to draw from my dear Lord my heart.

4 That uncreated Beauty which hath gain'd
My ravish'd heart, hath all your glory stain'd;
His loveliness my soul hath prepossess'd
And left no room for any other guest.

HYMN CCCCXXI.

1 MAGNIFICENT free grace, arise,

Outshine the thoughts of shallow men; Sov'reign, preventing all surprize,

To him that neither will'd nor ran.

2 Grand as the bosom whence thou flow'd,
Kind as the heart that gave thee vent;
Rich as the gift that God bestow'd,
And lovely like the Christ he sent.

3 Sin reign'd to death; but over sin
And death, with more impartial sway,
Grace spreads her more extensive reign,
And does eternal life convey.

4 For as salvation wide displays
Her ample all refreshing wing;
Safe in the shade free grace we praise,
And all its peerless glories sing.

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HYMN CCCCXXII.

OW shall our hearts with pleasure raise To our dear Lord a song of praise; We'll sing his love, his goodness tell, Our Saviour hath done all things well. 2 With pitying eyes he view'd our case, And came to save our ruin'd race; He conquer'd sin, and death, and hell; Our Jesus hath done all things well.

3 He undertook to bear our load,
And bring us back again to God;
To fit us with himself to dwell;
Christ Jesus hath done all things well.
4 He will accomplish his design,
And all things in himself combine;
No more shall ever they rebel;
Our Jesus will do all things well.
5 His work how great! his plan how vast!
But when it all appears at last,
It will our highest praise excel,
For Jesus will do all things well.
6 When the creation is restor❜d,
And God shall be by all ador'd,
How loudly will the triumph swell!
Our Jesus hath done all things well.

7 Sin, death, and hell, will Christ destroy, And fill the universe with joy;

His love shall then each voice compel To cry," He hath done all things well." 8 All creatures then as one shall join, To shout aloud his praise divine! (As sacred prophecies foretel)

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And say, "He hath done all things well.”

HYMN CCCCXXIII.

I NOW the Saviour stands a pleading

At the sinner's bolted heart,

Now in heav'n is interceding,
Undertaking sinners' part.

CHORUS.

Sinners can you hate the Saviour,
Can you thrust him from your arms?
Here he died for your behaviour,
Now he calls you to his charms.

2 Now he pleads his sweat and bloodshed,
Shows his wounded hands and feet;
Father, save them though they 're blood red,
Raise them to an heav'nly seat.
Sinners, &c. &c.

3 Sinners hear your God and Saviour,
Hear his gracious voice to-day:
Turn from all your base behaviour,
Now return, repent and pray.
Sinners, &c. &c.

4 Open now your hearts before him;
Bid your Saviour welcome in;
Now receive, and love, adore him,
Take a full discharge from sin.
Sinners, &c. &c.

5 Now he's waiting to be gracious,
Now he stands and looks on thee:
See what kindness, love, and pity,
Shines around, on you and me.
Sinners, &c. &c.

6 Come! for all things now are ready-
Yet there 's room for many more:
O ye blind, ye lame, and needy,
Come to Grace's boundless store.
Sinners, &c. &c.