That endless ages there may read
The great Emanuel's claim.

6 Lead on, my general; I defy
What earth or hell can do ;

Thy conduct, and this glorious hope,
Shall bear thy soldier through.

CCCLV. God's Covenant unchangeable; or, The Rainbow round about the Throne. Revelation iv. 3. compared with Genesis ix.

13-17.

1 SUPREME of Beings, with delight

Our eyes survey this heavenly sight;
And trace with admiration sweet
The beaming splendors of thy feet.
2 Jasper and sapphire strive in vain
To paint the glories of thy train;
Thy robes all stream eternal light,
Too powerful for a cherub's sight.
Yet round thy throne the rainbow shines,
Fair emblem of thy kind designs;

Bright pledge, that speaks thy covenant sure
Long as thy kingdom shall endure.

4 No more shall deluges of woe

Thy new-created world o'erflow;
Jesus, our Sun, his beams displays,
And gilds the clouds with beauteous rays.
5 No gems so bright, no forms so fair;
Mercy and truth still triumph there:
Thy saints shall bless the peaceful sign,
When stars and suns forget to shine.

6 E'en here, while storms and gloomy shade,
And horrors all the scene o'erspread,
Faith views the throne with piercing eye,
And boasts, the rainbow still is nigh.

CCCLVI. Victory over Satan by the Blood of the Lamb, and the Word of the Testimony of his Servants. Revelation xii. 11,

1 SEE the old dragon from his throne

Sink with enormous ruin down!

Banish'd from heaven, and doom'd to dwell
Deep in the fiery gloom of hell!

2 Ye heavens with all your hosts, rejoice;
Ye saints, in consort lend your voice:
Approach your Lord's victorious seat,
And tread the foe beneath your feet.
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3 But whence a conquest so divine
Gain'd by such feeble hands as mine?
Or whence can sinful mortals boast
O'er Satan and his rebel-host?

4 'Twas from thy blood, thou slaughter'd Lamb,
That all our palms and triumphs came;
Thy cross, thy spear, inflicts the stroke,
By which the monster's head is broke.
5 Thy faithful word our hope maintains
Through all our combat and our pains;
The accents of thy heavenly breath

Thy soldiers bear through wounds and death.

6 Triumphant Lamb, in worlds unknown,
With transport round thy radiant throne,
Thy happy legions, all complete,
Shall lay their laurels at thy feet.

CCCLVII. The Song of Moses and the Lamb. Revelation xv. 3.

SRAEL, the tribute bring

1 IS

To God's victorious name;

The song of Moses sing,

Of Moses and the Lamb:
Improve his lays* ;
The theme exceeds,
And nobler deeds
Demand our praise.

2 The prince of hell arose
With impious rage and pride,
And 'midst our numerous foes
Our feeble power defy'd ;

"I will o'ertake,

"And I destroy,
"My hand with joy
"Shall force thee back."

3 Thy hand, Almighty Lord,
Thy trembling Israel saves;
Thine unresisted word

Divides the threatening waves:
Thy hosts pass o'er ;
The foe o'erthrown
Sinks like a stone

To rise no more.

4. Our triumphs we prepare, And cheerful anthems raise :

*Songs of praise.

Jehovah's arm made bare
Demands immortal praise
And while we sing,
Ye shores, proclaim
His wondrous name,
Ye desarts, ring!

5 Through all the wilderness
Thy presence, Lord, shall lead ;
And bring us to the place,
Thy sovereign love decreed;
Those blissful plains,

Where all around,
Hosannas sound,

And transport reigns.

CCCLVIII. The Conquest of Death and Grief by Views of the heavenly
State. Revelation xxi. 4.

1 LIFT up, ye saints, your weeping eyes,
Suspend your sorrows and your sighs;
Turn all your groans to joyful songs,
Which Jesus dictates to your tongues.

2 Thus saith the Saviour from his throne;
"Behold all former things are gone,
“Past like an anxious dream away,
"Chas'd by the golden beams of day!
3" See, in celestial pomp array'd,
"A new-created world display'd;
"Mark with what light its prospects shine!
"How grand, how various, how divine!
4"There my own gentle hand shall dry
"Each tear from each o'erflowing eye,
"And open wide my friendly breast
"To lull the weary soul to rest.

5 "No more shall grief assail your heart,
"No boding fear, no piercing smart;
"For ever there my people dwell
"Beyond the range of death and hell."
6 Vain king of terrors, boast no more
Thine ancient wide-extended power;
Each saint in life with Christ his head
Shall reign, when thou thyself art dead,

CCCLIX.

1

Christ, the Root and Offspring of David, and the Morning
Star. Revelation xxii. 16.

ALL HAIL, mysterious king!
Hail, David's ancient root!

3 But whence a conquest so divine
Gain'd by such feeble hands as mine?
Or whence can sinful mortals boast
O'er Satan and his rebel-host?

4 'Twas from thy blood, thou slaughter'd Lamb,
That all our palms and triumphs came;
Thy cross, thy spear, inflicts the stroke,
By which the monster's head is broke.
5 Thy faithful word our hope maintains
Through all our combat and our pains;
The accents of thy heavenly breath
Thy soldiers bear through wounds and death.
6 Triumphant Lamb, in worlds unknown,
With transport round thy radiant throne,
Thy happy legions, all complete,
Shall lay their laurels at thy feet.

CCCLVII. The Song of Moses and the Lamb. Revelation xv. 3. 1 ISRAEL, the tribute bring

To God's victorious name;

The song of Moses sing,
Of Moses and the Lamb:
Improve his lays* ;
The theme exceeds,
And nobler deeds
Demand our praise.

2 The prince of hell arose
With impious rage and pride,
And 'midst our numerous foes
Our feeble power defy'd ;
"I will o'ertake,

"And I destroy,

"My hand with joy

"Shall force thee back."

3 Thy hand, Almighty Lord,
Thy trembling Israel saves;
Thine unresisted word

Divides the threatening waves:

Thy hosts pass o'er ;
The foe o'erthrown
Sinks like a stone

To rise no more.

4. Our triumphs we prepare,
And cheerful anthems raise:

*Songs of praise.

Jehovah's arm made bare
Demands immortal praise
And while we sing,
Ye shores, proclaim
His wondrous name,
Ye desarts, ring!

5 Through all the wilderness
Thy presence, Lord, shall lead ;
And bring us to the place,
Thy sovereign love decreed;
Those blissful plains,

Where all around,
Hosannas sound,

And transport reigns.

CCCLVIII. The Conquest of Death and Grief hy Views of the heavenly

State. Revelation xxi. 4.

IFT up, ye saints, your weeping eyes,
Suspend your sorrows and your sighs;
Turn all your groans to joyful songs,
Which Jesus dictates to your tongues.

2 Thus saith the Saviour from his throne;
"Behold all former things are gone,
"Past like an anxious dream away,
"Chas'd by the golden beams of day!
3" See, in celestial pomp array'd,
"A new-created world display'd;
"Mark with what light its prospects shine!
"How grand, how various, how divine!
4" There my own gentle hand shall dry
"Each tear from each o'erflowing eye,
"And open wide my friendly breast
"To lull the weary soul to rest.
5"No more shall grief assail your heart,
"No boding fear, no piercing smart ;
"For ever there my people dwell
"Beyond the range of death and hell."
6 Vain king of terrors, boast no more
Thine ancient wide-extended power;
Each saint in life with Christ his head
Shall reign, when thou thyself art dead.

CCCLIX. Christ, the Root and Offspring of David, and the Morning
Star. Revelation xxii. 16.