When thousand of angels in glory appear; 5 Hosannah the angels in extacy cry, 6 To Bethlehem city the shepherd repair'd, For full confirmation of what they had heard; They enter'd the stable with aspect so mild, And there they beheld both mother and child; Then make proclamation, divulge it abroad, "That gentle and simple may hear of their Lord. A HYMN 7. C. M. The Soldier of the Cross. MI a soldier of the cross, 2 Are there no foes for me to face? Is this vain world a friend to grace, 3 Should I be carry'd to the skies, While others fight to win the prize, 4 Yes, I must fight if I would reign, Increase my courage Lord, 5 The saints all in this glorious war, 6 When that illustrious day shall rise, With robes of vict'ry thro' the skies, HYMN 8. L. M. A true Christian's experience. YOME all ye saints and sinners near, COM Come listen awhile and you shall hear The wonders of Almighty grace, Which sat me free to sing his praise. 2 One glorious Jesus from the sky, 3 Mine eyes he open'd to behold 4 I heard of Jesus, who they say 5 My flesh did war against my soul, Who sought their Jesus day and night. 6 The scandal of his cross I see, 7 I laid me down to take my rest, 8 I little thought he'd been so nigh, • This glorious news I did believe, 10 There for to set and sing and tell The wonders of Immanuel, While we shall join in songs divine, To praise him all his saints combine. T HYMN 9. S. M. An Evening Hymn. HE day is past and gone, may we all remember well The night of death draws near. 2 We lay our garments by, So death will soon disrobe us all 3 Lord, keep us safe this night, May angels guard us while we sleep, 4 And when we early rise, 5 And when our days are past, HYMN 10. C. M. The Heavenly Jerusalem! ERUSALEM, my happy home, 2 Thy walls are all of precious stone, Thy gates are richly set with pearl; 3 Thy garden and thy pleasant green 4 If heaven be thus, glorious Lord, 5 Reach down, reach down thine arm of grace, And cause me to ascend Where congregation ne'er breaks up, 6 Jesus my love to glory's gone, And all my brethren here below 7 My friends, I bid you all adieu, 8 There we shall meet no more to part, 9 Millions of years around me run, 10 When we've been there a thousand years, Bright shining as the sun, We've no less days to sing God's praise HE HYMN 11. L. M. The Heavenly Lover. E dies, the heav'nly lover dies, On my poor heart-strings deep he lies, In the cold caverns of the ground. 2 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two |