Our souls shall magnify the Lord; In God the Saviour we rejoice: While we repeat the Virgin’s song, May the same spirit tune our voice. To those who fear and trust the Lord, His mercy stands for ever sure: From age to age the promise lives, And the performance is secure. But now no more shall Israel wait, No more the Gentiles lie forlorn: Lo! the Desire of Nations comes; Behold, the promised seed is born! 79. Great God! what do I see and hear? The end of things created! The Judge of mankind doth appear, On clouds of glory seated. The trumpet sounds; the graves restore The dead which they contained before; Prepare, my soul, to meet him. The dead in Christ shall first arise, At the last trumpet’s sounding, Caught up to meet Him in the skies, With joy their Lord surrounding! No gloomy fears their souls dismay; His presence sheds eternal day On those prepared to meet Him. Great God! what do I see and hear? The end of things created! The Judge of mankind doth appear, On clouds of glory seated. Beneath His cross I view the day When heaven and earth shall melt away, And thus prepare to meet Him. 80. O for a glance of heavenly love, Our hearts and songs to raise; Sweetly to bear our souls above, And mingle with their lays. With joy the chorus we’ll repeat,— “Glory to God on high! Good-will and peace are now complete,— Jesus was born to die.” Hail, Prince of Peace, for ever hail! Redeemer, Brother, Friend; Though earth and time, and life, should fail, Thy praise shall never end. 81. How shall I meet my Saviour? How shall I welcome Thee? What manner of behaviour Is now required of me? Let thine illumination Guide heart and hand aright, That this my preparation Be pleasing in thy sight. While with her sweetest flowers Thy Zion strews the way, I’ll raise with all my powers To Thee a grateful lay: To Thee, the King of Glory, I’ll raise a song divine; And make thy love’s bright story In graceful numbers shine. I lay in fetters groaning, Thou cam’st to set me free; My shame I was bemoaning, With grace thou clothedst me; Thou raisedst me to glory, Endowed me with thy bliss, Which is not transitory, As worldly pleasure is. This caused thy incarnation, This brought thee down to me: Thy thirst for my salvation Contrived my liberty! May I still enjoy this feeling, In all need to Jesus go! Prove his wounds each day more healing, And himself more fully know. 82. Before Jehovah’s awful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy; Know that the Lord is God alone: He can create and He destroy.