672 C. P. M. The great salvation. Heb. 2:3. To him who did salvation bring, Wake every tuneful power, and sing A song of sweetest praise: His grace diffuses as the rains Crown nature’s flowery hills and plains, And spread a thousand ways. 2 Salvation is the noblest song, O may it dwell on every tongue, And all repeat, Amen! The Lord will come from heaven to earth To give his people second birth, And make them one again. 3 We feel redemption drawing near; We soon in glory shall appear, And be for ever blessed: His promise never can delay, Our Jesus, on th’ appointed day, Will give his people rest. 4 By faith we view him coming down, With angels hovering all around; He smiles upon his saints: He cries aloud in melting strains, I come to save you from your pains, And end your sore complaints. 5 The smiling millions rise and sing All glory! glory to our King; The Grand Assize is come! You everlasting doors, fly wide; The Church is glorious as a bride, And Jesus takes her home. 6 In all the heavens there’s not a tear, Nor in the realms of bliss a fear, But pleasure yet unknown: From heaven to heaven we sound the bliss, O what a blest abode is this, For ever round the throne! 7 The joys of heaven will never end; All glory to the sinner’s Friend! Roll on, you happy scenes! You wingéd seraphs, help us praise The Author of eternal joys! Our Jesus ever reigns. 673 8s, 7s & 4s. Praise the Lord. Praise the Lord! ye saints adore him, All unite with one accord; Bring your offerings, come before him— O praise the Lord. 2 Praise the Lord! who every blessing On our heads hath richly poured; Sing aloud, his love confessing— O praise the Lord. 3 Praise the Lord! who would not praise him? He hath us to grace restored: To the highest honors raise him— O praise the Lord. 4 Praise the Lord! your songs excelling Worldly music’s richest chord; Sing—your Saviour’s glory telling; O praise the Lord. OPENING HYMNS. 674 L. M. Psalm 100. Before Jehovah’s awful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy; Know that the Lord is God alone, He can create and he destroy. 2 His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men; And when like wandering sheep we strayed, He brought us to his fold again. 3 We are his people—we his care— Our souls, and all our mortal frame: What lasting honors shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to thy name?