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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;
Believe and

ye shall weep no more. 4 The third auspicious morn is come,

And calls your Savions from the tomb;
The bands of death are toro away :

The yawning tonıb gives back its prey. 5 The Lord of life is ris'n indeed;

To death deliver'd in your stead :
Ilis rise proclaims your sins forgiven,
And shows the living way to heaven.
Hymn 334. L. M.

Thon hast ascended on high, thou hast led colpo

tivity captive. Psalm lxviii. 18. Ou

UR Lord is risen from the dead;

Our Jesus is gone up on high!
The powers of hell are captive led,

Dragg'd to the portals of the sky. 2 There his triumphal chariot waits,

And angels chauot the solemn lay;
Lift up your beads, ye heavenly gates;

Ye everlasting doors, give way.
3 Loose all your bars of massy light,

And wide udfold the ethereal scene;
He claims bis mansions as his right;

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:
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.
SHer fiches gifts on me

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.
3 Did I possess the gift of tongues,

And were devoji of grace;
My loudest words, my softest songs,

Would be but sounding brass.
4 Tho' thou shouldist give me heavenly skill,

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;

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No faith could do me real good,

That did not work by love.
6 O grant me then this one request,

And I'll be satisfied;
That love divine may rule my breast,
And all my actions guide.
Hymn 336.

L. M. Having loosed the pains of death. Acts ii. 24. 1 'I

TVIS Jesus calls my soul away,
For sure his wondrous power to save,

Strangely perfutres the silent grave. 2 My weakness, weariness, and pain,

By Jesu's love I now sustain ;
To heal the wounds of sin and deatk,

He bids me look to him by faith.
3 This tott'ring frame I feel give way;

My sight decays, I lose the day;
But sure I feel the power divine,

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!
Too bright for mortal sight to bear;
"Tis heaven itself to see and hear.

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 dur darkness into light,

Who turns our bell to heaven.
3 Thither our faithful souls he leads;

Tbither be bids us rise, ,
With crowns of joy upon our heads,

To meet him in the skies. 4 To seal the universal doom,

The skies be soon shall bow;
But if thou must at midnight come,

O let us meet thee now.


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