3 Earth's angry nations rose in vain, Rev. xii. 12. 1 LET the Church praise her long-expected King, Who wins her battles, and shall yet prevail ! In all her trials, Michael's triumph sing, Whose hosts in heaven made Satan's might to fail. 2 The hosts of Satan, from those mansions driven, And Satan's self, to earth as lightning fell; And to the Church on earth shall strength be given To scape the wiles, and brave the powers of hell. 3 Again God's servants shall of triumph sing, Again proclaim," Tis now salvation's hour, "The day of strength and joy in God our King; "For Christ shall reign with undivided power. 4" He, that accus'd the brethren, is cast down; They, thro' Christ's blood, a glorious warfare wage; "Rejoice, ye heavens; and to the Church make known, "That short on earth is Satan's wrathful rage." HYMN 387. Rev. xiv. 1 SEAL'D, and redeem'd from earth, yon glorious band Around the Lamb on Zion's mountain stand. And hark! how swells from heaven the choral song, 2 Behold the Angel, wing'd from heaven, prepare Of mystic Babylon's approaching fall. A third proclaims the woes that they sustain, 3 Blest, all that die united to the Lord, Patient, and faithful to his holy word! When earth's great harvest Christ shall come to reap, Rev. xv. 3, 4.-Compare Exod. xv. and Isai. xi, xii. And, taught by thee, unite the songs 2 Great God, how wonderful thy works 3 Who shall refuse to fear Thee, Lord, Thou art in holiness supreme, 4 All nations of the earth shall come Communion Hymn.-Rev. xix. 1—9. 1 ALL ye, who faithful servants are Both high and low, and small and great, 2 Soon shall a countless multitude 4 The Church, his bride, shall be prepar'd; It is their holiness. 5 Write then, how blest is ev'ry one, HYMN 390. Rev. xix. 1-6, &c. 1 HARK! the song of Jubilee! When it breaks upon the shore. God omnipotent, shall reign; Echo round the earth and main. 2 Hallelujah!-hark! the sound, Sheath'd his sword! He speaks -tis done; Are the kingdoms of his Son, 3 He shall reign, from pole to pole, He shall reign, when like a scroll Rev. xxi, xxii. I JERUSALEM! my happy home! When shall my labours have an end When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong, And streets of shining gold? 20 when, thou city of my God, Shall I thy courts ascend, Where congregations ne'er break up, There happier bowers, than Eden's, bloom; Nor sin nor sorrow know. Blest seats! thro' rude and stormy scenes 3 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there |