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Hymn 331. S. M.
WAKE, and sing the song
To praise the Saviour's name.
Sing of his rising power;
For us whose sins he bore. 3 Sing till we feel our hearts
Ascending with our tongues; Sing, till the love of sin departs,
And grace inspire our songs. Sing, till we hear Christ say, os Your sins are all forgiven; Sing on, rejoicing every day, Till we all sing in heaven.
Hymn 332. · P. M. Out of the depths have I cried unto ih
thee, Lord. Psalm cxxx. 1. 1 deepest
Of trouble I. mournfully cry; And pine to recover my peace,
To see my Redeemer and die. I cannot, I cannot forbear,
These passionate longings for home 0! when shall my spirit be there?
O! when will the messenger come?
2 Thy nature I long to put on;
Thine image on earth to regain;
This burden of body and pain,
And lull me to sleep on thy breast;
And gather me into thy rest. 3 To take a poor fagitive in,
The arms of thy mercy display, And give me to rest from all sin,
And bear me triumphant away ;
Away to the mansions above;
Hymn 333. L. M.
OUR LORD'S RESURRECTION. And the third day rise again. Luke xxiv. 7.
died, Your God for sinners crucified; Prevent the earliest dawn, and come
To worship at his sacred tomb. 2 Bring the sweet spices of your sigbs,
Your contrite hearts, and streaming eyes; Your sad complaints and humble fears; Come, and embalm him with your tears. While thus you love your souls t' employ, Your sorrows shall be turu'd to joys
Now, now let all your grief be o'er ;
Believe and ye shall weep no more.. 4 The third auspicious morn is come,
And calls your Savionr from the tomb;
The yawning tonib gives back its prey. 5 The Lord of life is ris'n indeed ;
To death deliver'd in your stead :
Hymn 334. L. M.
Thou hast ascended on high, thou hast led colp:
tivity captive. Psalm lxviii. 18. OU
UR Lord is risen from the dead;
Our Jesus is gone up on high!
Dragg'd to the portals of the sky. 2 There his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chauot the solemn lay;
Ye everlasting doors, give way.
And wide unfold the ethereal scene ;
Receive the KING OF GLORY in. 4 Who is the King of glory, who?
The Lord that all our foes o'ercame; The world, sin, deatb, and hell o'ertbrew
And Jesus is the conqu’ror's name.
5 Lo his triumpbal chariot waits,
And angels chaunt the solemn lay, Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates;
Ye everlasting doors, give way. 6 Who is the King of glory, who?
The Lord, of glorious power possest: The King of saints and angels too; God over all, for ever blest.
Hymn 335. C. M. And have not charity, it profiteth me nothing.
1 Cor. xiii. 3. 1 SHOO!
HOULD bounteous rrature kindly pour,
Her richest gifts on me;
If void of love to thee.
Could make me truly good;
The want of love to God.
And were devojil of grace ;
Would be but sounding brass, 4 Tho' thou shouldst give me heavenly skill,
Each mystery to explain ;
My knowledge would be vain.
As mountains to remove;
No faith could do me real good,
That did not work by love.
And I'll be satisfied;
Hymn 336. L. M. Having loosed the pains of death. Acts ii. 24. 1 'T'I hear his voice, and I obey;
Strangely perfutres the silent grave. 2 My weakness, weariness, and pain,
By Jesu's love I now sustain ;
He bids me look to him by faith.
My sight decays, I lose the day;
And heavenly glories round me shine. 4 In love triumphant now I sing,
Death and the grave bave lost their sting ; Adieu to sorrow, grief, and pain,
I with my Jesus soon shall reign. 5 O the bright glories of the place!
What pleasing smiles from Jesu's face!