3 Behold, on flying clouds he comes! His saints shall bless the day: While they that pierced him sadly mourn, In anguish and dismay. 4 Thou art the First and thou the Last; Time centers all in thee; Almighty Lord, who wast, and art, And evermore shalt be. 647 C. M. Old things passed away. Let earthly minds the world pursue; It has no charms for me; Once I admired its trifles too, But grace has set me free. 2 As, by the light of opening day, The stars are all concealed; So earthly pleasures fade away, When Jesus is revealed. 3 Creatures no more divide my choice— I bid them all depart; His name, his love, his gracious voice, Have fixed my roving heart. 4 But may I hope, that thou wilt own A worthless worm like me? Dear Lord! I would be thine alone, And wholly live to thee. 648 S. M. The song of Moses and the Lamb. Rev. 15:3. Awake, and sing the song Of Moses and the Lamb! Wake, every heart and every tongue, To praise the Saviour’s name! 2 Sing of his dying love! Sing of his rising power! Sing how he intercedes above For those whose sins he bore! 3 Sing on your heavenly way, You ransomed sinners, sing; Sing on, rejoicing every day In Christ, the glorious King. 4 Soon shall you hear him say, “You blessed children, come,” Soon will he call you hence away, And take his pilgrims home. 649 S. M. Break forth into joy. Isaiah 52:9. Raise your triumphant songs To an immortal tune; Let the wide earth resound the deeds Celestial grace has done. 2 Sing how Eternal Love His Chief Belovéd chose, And bade him raise our wretched race From their abyss of woes. 3 His hand no thunder bears, Nor terror clothes his brow; No bolts to drive our guilty souls To fiercer flames below. 4 He shows his Father’s love, To raise our souls on high; He came with pardon from above To rebels doomed to die. 5 Now, sinners, dry your tears; Let hopeless sorrow cease; Bow to the scepter of his love, And take the offered peace. 6 Lord, we obey thy call; We lay an humble claim To the salvation thou hast brought, And love and praise thy name. 650 S. M. Psalm 103. O bless the Lord, my soul! His grace to thee proclaim; And all that is within me, join, To bless his holy name. 2 O bless the Lord, my soul! His mercies bear in mind; Forget not all his benefits; The Lord to thee is kind.