3 When the sun of bliss is beaming Light and love upon my way, From the cross the radiance streaming Adds more lustre to the day. 4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, By the cross are sanctified; Peace is there that knows no measure, Joys that through all time abide. 650. L. M. Wesley's Coll. Glorying in Christ. 1 Let not the wise their wisdom boast; The mighty glory in his might; The rich in flattering riches trust, Which take their everlasting flight. 2 The rush of numerous years bears down The most gigantic strength of man; And where is all his wisdom gone, When dust he turns to dust again? 3 The Lord, my righteousness, I praise, I triumph in the love divine, The wisdom, wealth, and strength of grace In Christ through endless ages mine. 651. C. M. Doddridge. The Way to the Heavenly City. 1 Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord, Your great Deliverer sing; Pilgrims, for Zion's city bound, Be joyful in your King. 2 A hand divine shall lead you on Through all the blissful road, Till to the sacred mount you rise, And see your Father, God. 3 There garlands of immortal joy Shall bloom on every head, While sorrow, sighing, and distress, Like shadows all are fled. 4 March on in your Redeemer's strength, Pursue his footsteps still, And let the prospect cheer your eye While laboring up the hill. 652. S. M. Doddridge. Grace first and last in Salvation. 1 Grace! 'tis a charming sound! Harmonious to the ear! Heaven with the echo shall resound, And all the earth shall hear. 2 Grace first contrived the way To save rebellious man; And all the steps that grace display Which drew the wondrous plan. 3 Grace led my roving feet To tread the heavenly road; And new supplies each hour I meet While pressing on to God. 4 Grace taught my soul to pray, And made my eyes o'erflow; 'Twas grace that kept me to this day, And will not let me go. 5 Grace all the work shall crown, Through everlasting days; It lays in heaven the topmost stone, And well deserves the praise. THE CHURCH, AND ORDINANCES. 653. 8s. & 7s. M. J. Newton. "Glorious things spoken of Zion." 1 Glorious things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God! He whose word cannot be broken Formed thee for his own abode. On the Rock of Ages founded, What can shake thy sure repose? With salvation's walls surrounded, Thou mayst smile at all thy foes.