o 4 There's an inheritance divine, Reserved against that day;

"Tis uncorrupted, undefiled, And cannot waste away.

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.

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,

1 D And bear my spirit home!

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

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

Finished 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.

5 Jesus the Lord shall guard me safe,
From every 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.

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HYMN 28. C. M. Arundel. [*] The Triumph of Christ. Isa. lxiii. 1, 2, 3, &c. HAT mighty man, or mighty God.

W 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 stained like those,
Who in the wine-press tread?

4 "I by myself have trod the press,
"And crushed my foes alone;

"My wrath has struck the rebels dead, My fury stamped 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 "Sprung from their bleeding veins.

6 "Thus shall the nations be destroyed, "That dare insult my saints;

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

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

1 ["

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 redeemed is come,
"To wipe away their tears.

3"Quite weary is 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 :
"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!
Thy own right hand shall raise;
While we thy awful vengeance sing,
And our Deliverer praise.]

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.
3 Look how rebellious men deride
The tender patience of my God;
But they shall see thy lifted hand,
And feel the scourges of thy rod.
4 Hark! the Eternal rends the sky,
A mighty voice before him goes:
b A voice of music to his friends;
u But threatening thunder to his foes.

e 5 "Come, children, to your Father's arms,
"Hide in the chambers of my grace;

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"Till the fierce storms be overblown,

"And my revenging fury cease.'

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.

C. M.

HYMN 32. C. M.

Tunbridge. [*]
Strength from Heaven. Isa. xl. 27, 28, 29, 30.

e 1 [

WHE

THENCE do our mournful thoughts arise?
And where's our courage fled?

Has restless sin, and raging hell,

Struck all our comforts dead?

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

And can an all-creating arm

Grow weary, or decay?

-3 Treasures of everlasting might

In our Jehovah dwell;

o He gives the conquest to the weak, And treads their foes to hell.

e 4 Mere mortal powers shall fade and die, And youthful vigor cease;

o But we who wait upon the Lord,

Shall feel our strength increase.

5 The saints shall mount on eagles' wings, And taste the promised bliss;

Till their unwearied feet arrive,

Where perfect pleasure is.]

HYMNS 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38. Referred to Psalms 121, 124, 67, 73, 90, and 84.

HYMN 39. C. M.

God's tender Care of his Church.

o 1

NOW

Zion. [*]

Isa. xlix. 13, 14, &c.

W shall my inward joys arise,
And burst into a song;
Almighty Love inspires my heart,
And pleasures tune my tongue.
-2 God on his thirsty Zion's hill
Some mercy-drops has thrown;
o And solemn oaths have bound his love
To shower salvation down.

e 3 Why do we then indulge our fears,
Suspicions, and complaints?
-Is he a God? and shall his grace
Grow weary of his saints?

a 4 Can a kind woman e'er forget
The infant of her womb?

And, 'mongst a thousand tender thoughts,
Her suckling have no room?

-5 "Yet," saith the Lord," should nature change. "And mothers monsters prove,

0 "Zion still dwells upon the heart

g

"Of everlasting Love.

6" Deep on the palms of both my hands, "I have engraved her name:

"My hands shall raise her ruined walls, "And build her broken frame."

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HYMN 40. L. M. Newcourt. [*]
Saints in Heaven. Rev. vii. 13-15, &c.

WHA

THAT happy men, or angels, theseThat all their robes are spotless white! Whence did this glorious troop arrive At the pure realms of heavenly light? e 2 From torturing racks, and burning fires, And seas of their own blood, they came: But nobler blood has washed their robes, Flowing from Christ the dying Lamb.

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3 Now they approach th' Almighty Throne,
With loud hosannas night and day;

Sweet anthems to the great Three-One
Measure their blessed eternity.

o 4 No more shall hunger pain their souls;
He bids their parching thirst be gone;
And spreads the shadow of his wings,
To screen them from the scorching sun.
5 The Lamb, who fills the middle throne,
Shall shed around his milder beams;
There shall they feast on his rich love,
And drink full joys from living streams.

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6 Thus shall their mighty bliss renew, Through the vast round of endless years;

e And the soft hand of sovereign grace

Heals all their wounds, and wipes their tears.

HYMN 41. C. M. Zion. [*]

The Martyrs glorified. Rev. vii. 13, &c.

e 1 [" "TH

HESE glorious minds, how bright they shine! "Whence all their white array?

"How came they to the happy seats

"Of everlasting day?'

d 2 From torturing pains to endless joys,
On fiery wheels they rode;

And strangely washed their raiment white,
In Jesus' dying blood.

-3 Now they approach a spotless God,
And bow before his throne;

Their warbling harps, and sacred songs,
Adore the Holy One.