Part 14 (2/2)

Oh! for one gleam of hope, thus to break the dread spell, By which I in misery seem bound; Naught of earth, but the power of Heaven must heal Sin's painful, sin's deep, bleeding wound.

Should I ever again meet the smiles of my G.o.d, Should I ever his praise again sing, In rapturous song I would swell the grand theme, And my tribute of thanksgiving bring.

Oh! here is the mystery,--give glory to G.o.d; The blessing is coming e'en now.

I'll sing hallelujah, I'll praise and adore, And low in humility bow.

With the Psalmist, I cry, Come praise ye the Lord, Praise and glory to G.o.d now belong; My heart with my hands, lift to G.o.d in the Heavens, Giving praise with the angelic throng.

This praise ne'er will end; the redeemed will unite, And with angels, G.o.d's glory repeat.

To the pure tree of life all will there have a right, And the fruit of the vineyard will eat.

How blest to know Jesus our Lord will be there, The glory and light of the place.

And the song which forever will rise on its air, Will be sung to his sovereign grace.

The Latter Rain.

We may look for a Pentecost season to dawn When the saints through the purifying process have gone; When Jesus' loved image in them we can trace, Reflecting the glory of full sovereign grace.

Who then will not wish when this glory they see To join in the song, Hallelujah, we're free!

Yea, free in the Lord, while our voices we raise In victory's songs and hosannas of praise.

The true melting Spirit is felt from the Lord, And light and instruction s.h.i.+ne out from his word.

G.o.d's power is made known and his glory displayed, While scoffers will feel that they need Heaven's aid.

Who here long can stand with his sins unconfessed?

May all be searched out, and G.o.d's people be blessed.

Confess ye your faults, and thus honor your King, And into his store-house your offerings bring.

'Tis a cross-bearing way by which Heaven is obtained; In humility's vale is the victory gained.

True love there prevails; and our sins are forgiven, While union and strength mark the pilgrims for Heaven.

The Hour of Judgment.

The time has come, that all-important day, When sins must be confessed and washed away!

When hearts must feel, and conscience' voice be heard In swift obedience to G.o.d's holy word.

”Be zealous and repent,” is G.o.d's command.

We must in humble ranks united stand.

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