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5 Enjoy the health which God hath wrought,
Nor let the daily tribute cease,
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Who stand on Zion's hill!
And words of
2 How charining is their voice !
How sweet the tidings are ! “Zion, behold thy Saviour king;
He reigns and triumphs here." 3 How happy are our ears,
That hear this joyful sound,
And sought, but never found ! 4 How blessed are our eyes,
That see this heavenly light; Prophets and kings desired it long,
But died without the sight! 5 The watchmen join their voice,
And tuneful notes employ; Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
And deserts learn the joy. 6 The Lord makes bare his arm
Through all the earth abroad: Let every nation now behold
Their Saviour and their God.
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Watts. Christ's Mediatorial Kingdom. Ps. 89. 1 Hear what the Lord in vision said,
And made his mercy known: “Sinners, behold, your help is laid
On my beloved Son.
Among your mortal race;
The Spirit of my grace. 3 “High shall he reign on David's throne,
My people's better King;
And still new subjects bring.
With mercy by his side, While in my name, through earth and sea,
He shall in triumph ride.
He shall forever own,
And I'll support my Son.”
222. L. M.
WATTS. Christ's Kingdom among the Gentiles. Ps. 72. 1 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun
Does his successive journeys run:
2 For him shall endless prayer be made,
And praises throng to crown his head
With every morning sacrifice.
Dwell on his love with sweetest song ;
Their early blessings on his name.
The prisoner leaps to loose his chains,
find eternal rest,
5 Let every creature rise and bring
Peculiar honors to our King;
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To sing the choicest psalm of praise,
And all his saving works proclaim.
The wondering nations read thy word;
3 He framed the globe, he built the sky,
He made the shining worlds on high,
His temples, how divinely fair! 4 Come, the great day, the glorious hour,
When earth shall feel his saving power,
C. M. Scotch PARAPHRASES.
The Latter Day's Glory. 1 O’er mountain tops, the mount of God
In latter days shall rise Above the summits of the hills,
And draw the wandering eyes. 2 To this the joyful nations round,
All tribes and tongues shall flow; Up to the mount of God, they say,
And to his house we'll go. 3 The beams that shine from Zion's hill
Shall lighten every land; The King who reigns in Salem's towers,
Shall the whole world command. 4 Among the nations he shall judge,
His judgments truth shall guide; His sceptre shall protect the just,
And crush the sinner's pride.
5 No war shall rage, nor hostile strife
Disturb those happy years;
To pruning-hooks their spears.
Shall crowds of slain deplore; They'll hang the trumpet in the hall,
And study war no more.
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Pope, altered. Gentiles coming into the Church. 1 RISE, crowned with light, imperial Salem, rise!
Exalt thy towering head, and lift thine eyes ! See heaven its sparkling portals wide display,
And break upon thee in a flood of day !
See future sons and daughters yet unborn,
Demanding life, impatient for the skies!
Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend ! See thy bright altars thronged with prostrate
While every land its joyous tribute brings. 4 The seas shall waste, the skies to smoke decay,
Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away; But fixed his word, his saving power remains; Thy realm shall last, thy own Messiah reigns.