Not with the sword that warriors wear,
But with a sceptre dipt in blood,
He bends the nations to obey,
And rules them by the love of God.
Ride on and prosper, King of kings,
"Till all the powers of hell resign
Their dreadful trophies at thy feet,
And endless glory shall be thine.
Go with thy servants, gracious Lord,
And bid them tread the tempter down;
Be more than conqu'ror by thy word,
And wear the universal crown.
Soon shall the monster sin submit
His hateful sceptre to thy call;
Death and death's author soon shall die,
And Jesus Christ be All in All.
CAPTAIN of thine enlisted host,
Display thy glorious banner high :
The summons send from coast to coast,
And call a numerous army nigh.
A solemn jubilee proclaim,
Proclaim the great sabbattic-day;
Assert the glories of thy name,
Spoil Satan of his wished-for prey.
Bid, bid thine heralds publish loud
The peaceful blessings of thy reign;
And when they speak of sprinkling blood, The mystery to the heart explain.
BEHOLD th' expected time draws near,
The shades disperse, the dawn appears;
The barren wilderness assumes
The beauteous tints of Eden's bloom.
Events, with prophecies conspire,
To raise our faith, our zeal to fire;
The rip'ning fields, already white,
Present a harvest to our sight.
The untaught heathen waits to know
The joy the gospel will bestow :
The exil'd slave waits to receive
The freedom Jesus has to give.
Come let us, with a grateful heart,
In the blest labour bear a part:
Our pray'rs and off'rings gladly bring,
To aid the triumphs of our King.
O'ER those gloomy hills of darkness,
Look, my soul, be still and gaze;
All the promises do travail
With a glorious day of grace:
Blessed Jubilee,
Let thy glorious morning dawn.
Let the Indian, let the negro,
Let the rude barbarian see,
That divine and glorious conquest
Once obtain❜d on Calvary :
Let the gospel
Soon resound from pole to pole.
May the glorious day approaching,
Thine eternal love proclaim;
And the everlasting gospel
Spread abroad thy holy name,
O'er the borders
Of the great Immanuel's land.
Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel,
Win and conquer, never cease;
May thy lasting wide dominions
Multiply, and still increase;
Sway thy sceptre,
Saviour, all the earth around.
ADAM our father and our head,
Transgress'd, and justice doom'd us dead;
The fiery law speaks all despair,
There's no reprieve, no pardon there.
Call a bright council in the skies,
Seraphs, the mighty and the wise,
Speak-are ye strong to bear the load,
The weighty vengeance of a God?
In vain we ask; for all around
Stand silent through the heavenly ground;
There's not a glorious mind above
Has half the strength or half the love.
But O! unmeasurable grace!
The Son of God takes Adam's place;
Down to our world the Saviour flies,
Stretches his arms, and bleeds, and dies.
Amazing work! look down, ye skies,
Wonder and gaze with sweet surprise
Ye saints below, and saints above,
All bow to this mysterious love.
HOW sad our state by nature is!
Our sin, how deep it stains!
And satan binds our captive souls
Fast in his slavish chains.
But there's a voice of sov'reign grace
Sounds from the sacred word;
Ho! ye desparing sinners, come
"And trust upon the Lord."
My soul obey's th' almighty call,
And runs to this relief;
I would believe thy promise, Lord,
O help my unbelief!
To the dear fountain of thy blood,
Incarnate God, I fly ;
Here let me wash my spotted soul
From crimes of deepest dye..
Stretch out thine arm victorious king,
My rebel heart subdue;
Make me a suppliant at thy feet,
And form my soul anew.
A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
On thy kind arms I fall :
Be thou my strength and righteousness,
My Jesus and my all.
BURIED in shadows of the night,
We lie till Christ restores the light.
Wisdom decends to heal the blind,
And chase the darkness of the mind.
Our guilty souls are drown'd in tears
'Till his atoning blood appears,
Then we awake from deep distress,
And sing the Lord our righteousness.
Our very frame is mix'd with sin;
His spirit makes our natures clean:
Such virtues from his suff'rings flow,
At once to cleanse and pardon too.
Jesus beholds where satan reigns,
Binding his slaves in heavy chains,
He sets the pris'ners free, and breaks
The iron bondage from their necks.
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