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Of his kingdom there shall be no end.

JESUS shall reign where'er the sun
Does his successive journeys run ;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.

People and realms of every tongue
Dwell on his love with sweetest song ;
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on his name.

Blessings abound where'er He reigns,
The prisoner leaps to lose his chains;
The weary find eternal rest,
And all the sons of want are blest.


He hath put all things under his feet.

GREAT God! whose universal sway The known and unknown worlds obey, Now give the kingdom to thy Son, Extend his power, exalt his throne.

Thy sceptre well becomes his hands,
All heaven submits to his commands ;
His justice shall avenge the poor,
And pride and rage prevail no more.

With power He vindicates the just
And treads the oppressor in the dust :
His worship and his fear shall last,
Till hours, and years, and time, be past.

As rain on meadows newly mown,
So shall He send his influence down;
His grace on fainting souls distils,
Like heavenly dew on thirsty hills.

The heathen lands that lie beneath
The shades of over-spreading death,
Revive at his first dawning light,
And deserts blossom at the sight.

The saints shall flourish in his days, Dressed in the robes of joy and praise ; Peace, like a river, from his throne, Shall flow to nations yet unknown.


Kiss the Son.

BEHOLD the everlasting Son,

The Father's darling and delight; Behold Him on his heavenly throne

Above the brightest angel bright.

Behold how heaven on earth doth shine,

Behold how God with man doth dwell ; Behold our own that Son Divine,

Our brother, our Emmanuel !

Behold Him in our flesh arrayed;

Behold Him stricken in our stead :
Behold our sins upon

Him laid ;
Behold Him in our darksome bed.

Behold Him in his heavenly home,

Back to his Father's bosom borne, Our Intercessor, full of love,

Who still for sinful souls doth yearn.

O sinful souls, draw near and gaze !

Gaze and adore, behold, be won: With lowly love, with sweet amaze,

Embrace your Saviour in the Son!

Not from those arms outstretchèd turn,

Nor bid that yearning heart remove; O think not of his beauty scorn,

Nor turn to wrath his tender love.

Still to the Son more closely cling;

Still in his grace more dearly grow; Till to his home your love ye bring, Till in that home his love



Till eyes of full delight ye raise

To the full glory of his face : For ever that enamoured gaze,

For ever that untired embrace !



Whitsunday. And suddenly there came a sound from heaven

as of a rushing mighty wind, and it filled all the house where they were sitting. And there appeared unto them cloven tongues, like as of fire, and it sat upon each of them : and they were all filled with the Holy Ghost. WHEN God of old came down from heaven, In power

and wrath He came ; Before his feet the clouds were riven,

Half darkness and half flame.

Around the trembling mountain's base

The prostrate people lay;
A day of wrath and not of grace,

A dim and dreadful day.

But when He came a second time,

He came in power and love; Softer than gale at morning prime

Hover'd his holy Dove.

The fires that rushed on Sinai down

In sudden torrents dread,
Now gently light, a glorious crown,

On every sainted head.

Like arrows went those lightnings forth,

Winged with the sinner's doom, But these, like tongues, o'er all the earth,

Proclaiming life to come:

And as, on Israel's awe-struck ear,

The voice exceeding loud,
The trump, that Angels quake to hear,

Thrilled from the deep, dark cloud;

So when the spirit of our God

Came down his flock to find,
A voice from heaven was heard abroad,

A rushing mighty wind.

Nor doth the outward ear alone

At that high warning start; Conscience gives back the appalling tone;

'Tis echoed in the heart.

It fills the Church of God; it fills

The sinful world around;
Only in stubborn hearts and wills
No place for it is found.

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