4 With favour look upon his face,
Thy love's pavillion spread;
And watchful troops of angels place,
Around his sacred head.
5 Guard him from all who dare oppose,
Thy delegate and thee;
From open, and from secret foes,
From force and perfidy.
6 Let us for conscience-sake, revere
The man of thy right hand :
Honour and love thine image here,
And bless his mild command.
7 [Thou only didst the blessing give;
The glory, Lord, be thine!
Let all with thankful joy receive
The benefit divine.
8 To those, who thee in him obey,
The smiles of peace impart;
His dear, his sacred burden lay
On every loyal heart!
9 Still let us pray, and never cease
Defend him, Lord, defend!
'Stablish his throne in glorious peace, And save him to the end!]
Convinced Sinners. Is. lx. 9,
WHO are these that come from far
Swifter than a flying cloud?
Thick as flocking doves they are,
Eager in pursuit of God;
Trembling as the storm draws nigh,
Hastening to their place of rest;
See them to their windows fly,
To the ark of Jesus' breast!
2 Who are these but sinners poor,
Conscious of their low estate,
Sin-sick souls, who for their cure
On the good Physician wait,
Fallen, who bewail their fall,"
Proffer'd mercy who embrace,
Listening to the gospel-call,
Longing to be sav'd by grace."
3 For his mate the turtle moans,
For his God the sinner sighs;
Hark, the music of their groans,
Humble groans that pierce
the skies!
Surely God their sorrows hears,
Every accent, every look;
Treasures up their gracious tears,
Notes their sufferings in his book.
4 He who hath their cure begun, Will he now despise their pain? Can he leave his work undone,
Bring them to the birth in vain?
No; we all, who seek, shall find,
We who ask, shall all receive,
Be to Christ in spirit join'd,
With him ever, ever live.
Looking for Christ's coming. Rev. iv. 1-3.
SINNERS, look up, by grace forgiven,
Behold an open door in heaven;
Attend, ye souls in Jesus found,
The Saviour's voice, the trumpet's sound
Hither come up, He cries, and see
The secrets of eternity!
2 Rise, in the Spirit's rapture, rise
To yon bright throne above the skies,
To Him, who sits sublime thereon,
In colour like a sardine stone;
And scatters, as the jasper's rays,
The glories of his awful face.
3 Tremble; yet O! with love draw near,
The showery bow forbids your fear,
The throne it quite incircles round,
(And grace on every side is found)
In colour like an emerald seen,
Delightful, and eternal green.
4 Turn as he will, the eyes divine
Must ever meet that sacred sign,
Sign of his covenanted grace,
Confirm'd to all the ransom'd race;
Who sing the great Redeemer's love,.
Triumphant with that host above.
Alarm for Conflict. Col. vi. 10–12.
"ARK! how the watchmen cry!
Attend the trumpet's sound;
Stand to your arms! the foe is nigh!
The powers of hell surround;
Who bow to Christ's command,
Your arms and hearts prepare ;
The day of battle is at hand!
Go forth to glorious war!
2 Go up with Christ your head,
Your Captain's footsteps see;
Follow your Captain, and be led
To certain victory:
All power to him is given:
He ever reigns the same: Salvation, happiness, and heaven Are all in Jesus' name.
3 Only have faith in God;
In faith your foes assail :
Not wrestling against flesh and blood,
But all the powers of hell:
From thrones of glory driven,
By flaming vengeance hurl'd,
They throng the air, and darken heaven,
And rule the lower world.
1 ANGELS our march oppose,
Who still in strength excel,
Our secret, sworn, eternal foes,
Countless, invisible:
With rage that never ends,
Their cruel arts they try:
Legions of dire, malicious fiends,
Who fell from thrones on high.
2 On earth th' usurpers reign,
Exert their baneful power;
O'er the poor fallen sons of men,
They tyrannise their hour:
But shall believers fear?
But shall believers fly?
Or see the bloody cross appear,
And all their powers defy?
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