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2 Thy nature I long to put on;
Thine image on earth to regain; And then, in the grave to lay down,
This burden of body and pain. O Jesus, in pity draw near,
And lull me to sleep on thy breast; Appear, to my rescue appear,
And gather me into thy rest. 3 To take a poor fugitive in, *
The arms of thy mercy display, And give me to rest from all sin,
And bear me triumphant away; Away from a world of distress;
Away to the mansions above; The heaven of seeing thy face The heaven of feeling thy love,
Hymn 333. L. M.
QUR LORD'S RESURRECTION. And the third day rise again. Luke xxiv.7. ',
Your God for sinners crucified; Prevent the earliest dawn, and come
To worship at bis sacred tomb. 2 Bring the sweet spices of your sighs,
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' emploss Your sorrows shall be turn'd to joy 5
Now, now let all your grief be o'er;
ye shall weep no more. 4 The third auspicious morn is come,
And calls your Savions from the tomb;
The yawning tonıb gives back its prey. 5 The Lord of life is ris'n indeed;
To death deliver'd in your stead :
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 udfold the ethereal scene;
Receive the King or GLORY in. 4 Who is the King of glory, who?
The Lord that all our foes o'ercame; The world, sin, death, 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:
Hymn 335. C. M.
1 Cor. xiii. 3.
HOULD bounteous rrature kindly pour, Still, O my God, I should be poor,
If void of love to thee. 2 Not shining wit, nor manly sense,
Could make me truly good; Nor zeal itself could recompense
The want of love to God.
And were devoji of grace;
Would be but sounding brass.
Each mystery to explain ; Had I no beart to do thy will,
My knowledge would be vain. Had I so strong a faith, my God,
As mountains to remove;
No faith could do me real good,
That did not work by love.
And I'll be satisfied;
L. M. Having loosed the pains of death. Acts ii. 24. 1 'I
TVIS Jesus calls my soul away,
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!
Hymn 337. C. M. And at midnight there was a cry made, behold; the Bridegroom cometh. Matt. xxv. 6. OIN
of grace, The boly joy prolong, And shout to the Redeemer's praise
A solemn midnight song. 2 Blessing, and thanks, and love, and might,
Be to our Jesus given,
Who turns our bell to heaven.
Tbither be bids us rise, ,
To meet him in the skies. 4 To seal the universal doom,
The skies be soon shall bow;
O let us meet thee now.