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5 His own soft hand shall wipe the tears

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From ev'ry weeping eye;

And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears, " And death itself shall die."

-6 How long, dear Saviour, O how long, Shall this bright hour delay?

u Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time, And bring the welcome day.

HYMN 22, 23. Referred to the 125th Psalm.

HYMN 24. L. M. Bath. [b]

The rich Sinner dying. Ps. xlix, 6, 9; Ec. viii, 8; Job iii, 14, 15 N vain the wealthy mortals toil,

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And heap their shining dust in vain;
Look down, and scorn the humble poor,
And boast their lofty hills of gain.
2 Their golden cordials cannot ease
Their pained hearts, or aching heads;
Nor fright, nor bribe approaching death,
From glitt❜ring roofs, and downy beds.
3 The ling'ring, the unwilling soul,
The dismal summons must obey;
Aud bid a long, a sad farewell,
To the pale lump of lifeless clay.

4 Thence they are huddled to the grave,
Where kings and slaves have equal thrones
Their bones, without distinction, lie
Among the heaps of meaner bones.]
The rest referred to the 49th Psalm.

HYMN 25. L. M. Oporto. [*]
A Vision of the Lamb. Rev. v, 6, 7, 8, 9.

。 1 ALL mortal vanities, be gone!

Nor tempt my eyes, nor tire my ears

e Behold, amidst th' eternal throne, A vision of the Lamb appears!

2 [Glory his fleecy robe adorns, Mark'd with the bloody death he bore; Seven are his eyes, and seven his horns, To speak his wisdom, and his power. e 3 Lo, he receives a sealed book From him who sits upon the throne ;

Jesus, my Lord, prevails to look On dark decrees, and things unknown.] -4 All the assembling saints around Fall worshipping before the Lamb; And, in new songs of gospel sound, Address their honours to his name. 5 The joy, the shout, the harmony— o Flies o'er the everlasting hills; o 'Worthy art Thou alone,' they cry, 'To read the book, to loose the seals.' o 6 Our voices join the heavenly strain; And with transporting pleasure sing, u Worthy the Lamb, that once was slain, To be our Teacher and our King! -7 [His words of prophecy reveal Eternal counsels-deep designs: His grace and vengeance shall fulfil The peaceful and the dreadful lines:-] o 8 Thou hast redeem'd our souls from hell, With thine invaluable blood;

And wretches, who did once rebel,
Are now made fav'rites of their God.
g 9 Worthy for ever is the Lord-
Who dy'd for treasons not his own-
By ev'ry tongue to be ador'd,
And dwell upon his Father's throne.

HYMN 26. C. M. St. Martin's. Bedford. [* Hope of Heaven, by Christ. 1 Pet. i, 3, 4, 5.

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1 D LESS'D be the everlasting God, The Father of our Lord;

Be his abounding mercy prais'd,

His majesty ador'd.

e 2 When from the dead he rais'd his Son,

And call'd him to the sky,

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o He gave our souls a lively hope,

That they should never die.

3 What though our inbred sins require Our flesh to see the dust;

o Yet, as the Lord our Saviour rose, So all his foll'wers must.

o 4 There's an inheritance divine,
Reserv'd against that day;
'Tis uncorrupted, undefil'd,

And cannot waste away.

g 5 Saints by the power of God are kept, Till the salvation come :

e We walk by faith, as strangers here, Till Christ shall call us home.

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HYMN 27. C. M. St. Paul's. [*]
A Saint prepared to die. 2 Tim. iv, 6, 7, 8, 18.
EATH may dissolve my body now,
And bear my spirit home!

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Why do my minutes move so slow,
Nor my salvation come?

o 2 With heavenly weapons, I have fought
The battles of the Lord;

Finish'd my course, and kept the faith,-
And wait the sure reward.]

-3 God has laid up in heaven, for me,
A crown which cannot fade;

e The righteous Judge, at that great day, Shall place it on my head.

-4 Nor has the King of grace decreed
This prize for me alone;

But all who love, and long to see
Th' appearance of his Son.

o 5 Jesus, the Lord, shall guard me safe,
From ev'ry ill design;

And to his heavenly kingdom take
This feeble soul of mine.

g 6 God is my everlasting aid,
And hell shall rage in vain :
To him be highest glory paid,
And endless praise. AMEN.

HYMN 28. C. M. Colchester. Arundel. [*]
The Triumph of Christ. Isa. lxiii, 1, 2, 3, &c.

1

WHAT mighty man, or mighty God.

Comes travelling in state,

Along the Idumean road,

Away from Bozrah's gate!

2 The glory of his robes proclaim, 'Tis some victorious king:

"Tis I, the Just, th' Almighty One, 'Who your salvation bring.

3 Why, mighty Lord, thy saints inquire, Why thine apparel red?

And all thy vesture stain'd like those,
Who in the wine-press tread?

4 'I by myself have trod the press,
'And crush'd my foes alone;

'My wrath has struck the rebels dead, My fury stamp'd them down.

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5 Tis Edom's blood that dyes my robes, With joyful, scarlet stains;

'The triumph that my raiment wears,

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Sprung from their bleeding veins.

6 Thus shall the nations be destroy'd, "That dare insult my saints;

'I have an arm t' avenge their wrongs, 'An ear for their complaints.']

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HYMN 29. C. M. Tunbridge. [*]

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The Ruin of Antichrist. Ver. 4, 5, 6, 7.

LIFT my banner,' saith the Lord,
Where Antichrist has stood;

'The city of my gospel foes

'Shall be a field of blood.

2 'My heart has studied just revenge,
'And now the day appears;
"The day of my redeem'd is come,
'To wipe away their tears.

3 Quite weary has my patience grown, 'And bids my fury go:

'Swift as the lightning it shall move, 'And be as fatal too.

4 'I call for helpers, but in vain :

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Then has my gospel none?

"Well, mine own arm has might enough,

'To crush my foes alone.

5 Slaughter, and my devouring sword, 'Shall walk the streets around; 'Babel shall reel beneath my stroke, 'And stagger to the ground.'

6 Thy honours, O victorious King!
Thine own right hand shall raise ;
While we thine awful vengeance sing,
And our Deliv'rer praise.]

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HYMN 30. L. M. Blendon. [b*] Prayer for Deliverance heard. Isa. xxvi, 8—20. N thine own ways, O God of love, We wait the visits of thy grace; Our souls' desire is to thy name,

And the remembrance of thy face.

e 2 My thoughts are searching, Lord, for thee, 'Mongst the black shades of lonesome night; My earnest cries salute the skies, Before the dawn restores the light. o 3 Look how rebellious men deride The tender patience of my God; e But they shall see thy lifted hand, And feel the scourges of thy rod. d 4 Hark! the Eternal rends the sky; A mighty voice before him goes: b A voice of music to his friends: u But threat'ning thunder to his foes. e 5 Come, children, to your Father's arms; 'Hide in the chambers of my grace,

o Till the fierce storms be overblown, 'And my revenging fury cease.'

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d 6 ['My sword shall boast its thousands slain,
And drink the blood of haughty kings;
'While heavenly peace around my flock
'Stretches its soft and shady wings.']
HYMN 31. Referred to the 1st Psalm.

HYMN 32. C. M. Tunbridge. [*]
Strength from Heaven. Isa. xl, 27, 28, 29, 30.

e 1 [WHENCE do our mournful thoughts And where's our courage fled? [arise!

Has restless sin, and raging hell,

Struck all our comforts dead?

2 Have we forgot th' Almighty Name That form'd the earth and sea?

And can an all-creating arm

Grow weary, or decay?

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