High let us raise our notes of praise,

And reach th' almighty throne.

6 To thee, ten thousand thanks we bring, Great Advocate on high;

And glory to th' eternal King,

1

Who lays his fury by.

HYMN 109. L. M. Islington. [b]
The Darkness of Providence.

LORD, we adore thy vast designs,

Th' obscure abyss of Providence! p Too deep to sound with mortal lines,Too dark to view with feeble sense. e 2 Now thou array'st thine awful face In angry frowns, without a smile: -We, through the cloud, believe thy grace, Secure of thy compassion still.

3 Through seas, and storms of deep distress, We sail by faith, and not by sight; Faith guides us in the wilderness, Through all the briers and the night. e 4 Dear Father, if thy lifted rod

Resolve to scourge us here below; -Still we must lean upon our God, o Thine arm shall bear us safely through.]

HYMN 110. S. M. Aylesbury. Kibworth. [*] Death and the Resurrection.

a

1

ND must this body die?

A This mortal frame decay?

a And must these active limbs of mine Lie mouldering in the clay?

2 Corruption, earth, and worms,
Shall but refine this flesh;

o Till my triumphant spirit comes,
To put it on afresh.

3 God my Redeemer lives,

And often from the skies

Looks down and watches all my dust-
Till he shall bid it rise.

4 Arrayed in glorious grace,
Shall these vile bodies shine;
And every shape, and every face,
Look heavenly and divine.

5 These lively hopes we owe

To Jesus' dying love;
We would adore his grace below,
And sing his power above.
6 Dear Lord, accept the praise
Of these our humble songs;
Fill tunes of nobler sound we raise,
With our immortal tongues.

HYMN 111. C. M. Mitcham. [*]
God's Dominion, and our Deliverance.

1 [ZION, rejoice, and, Judah, sing;

The Lord assumes his throne:

Come, let us own the heavenly King,
And make his glories known.

2 The great, the wicked, and the proud,
From their high seats are hurled;
Jehovah rides upon a cloud,

And thunders through the world.
3 He reigns upon th' eternal hills,
Distributes mortal crowns;
Empires are fixed beneath his smiles,
And totter at his frowns.

4 Navies, that rule the ocean wide,
Are vanquished by his breath:
And legions, armed with power and pride,
Descend to watery death.

5 Let tyrants make no more pretence
To vex our happy land;

Jehovah's name is our defence;

Our buckler is his hand.

6 Still may the King of Grace descend,
To rule us by his word;

And all the honours we can give
Be offered to the Lord.]

HYMN 112. L. M. Oporto. [*]

Angels ministering to Christ and Saints.
REAT God! to what a glorious height

'G Hast thou advanced the Lord thy Son!

Angels, in all their robes of light,

Are made the servants of his throne.

e 2 Before his feet thine armies wait.
o And swift as flames of fire they move,

-To manage his affairs of state,
In works of vengeance-and of love.

3 [His orders run through all the hosts;
Legions descend at his command,

To shield and guard our native coasts,
When foreign rage invades our land.]
o 4 Now they are sent to guide our feet
Up to the gates of thine abode ;

Through all the dangers that we meet,
In travelling the heavenly road.

-5 Lord, when I leave this mortal ground,
And thou shalt bid me rise and come-
Send a beloved angel down,

Safe to conduct my spirit home.

1

HYMN 113. C. M. Mear. [*]

THE

The same.

THE majesty of Solomon,
How glorious to behold!

The servants waiting round his throne,
'The ivory and the gold.

2 But, mighty God, thy palace shines
With far superior beams;

Thine angel-guards are swift as winds,
Thy ministers are flames.

3 (Soon as thine only Son had made
His entrance on the earth,

A shining army downward fled,

To celebrate his birth.

4 And when oppressed with pains and fears, On the cold ground he lies,

Behold a heavenly form appears,

To allay his agonies.)

5 Now to the hands of Christ our King, Are all their legions given;

They wait upon his saints, and bring

His chosen heirs to heaven.

6 Pleasure and praise run through their host, To see a sinner turn;

That Satan has a captive lost,

And Christ a subject born.

7 But there's an hour of brighter joy, When he his angel sends,

Obstinate rebels to destroy,

And gather in his friends.

8 Oh! could I say without a doubt,
There shall my soul be found,-
Then let the great archangel shout,
And the last trumpet sound.]

HYMN 114. C. M. Christmas. Sunday. [*]
Christ's Death, Victory, and Dominion.

1IS

SING my Saviour's wondrous death;
He conquered when he fell;

'Tis Finished! said his dying breath,
And shook the gates of hell.

2 'Tis Finished! our Emmanuel cries,
The dreadful work is done!
Hence shall his sovereign throne arise,
His kingdom is begun.

3 His cross a sure foundation laid,
For glory and renown;

When through the regions of the dead
He passed to reach the crown.

4 Exalted at his Father's side,
Sits our victorious Lord;

To heaven and hell his hands divide
The vengeance or reward.

5 The saints from his propitious eye
Await their several crowns;
And all the sons of darkness fly
The terror of his frowns.

HYMN 115. C. M. Bedford. [*]

God the Avenger of his Saints.

IGH as the heavens above the ground,
Reigns the Creator God;

Wide as the whole creation's bound,

Extends his awful rod.

2 Let princes of exalted state

To him ascribe their crown; Render their homage at his feet, And cast their glories down.

e 3 Know that his kingdom is supreme;
Your lofty thoughts are vain:

He calls you gods, that awful name,
But ye must die like men.

o 4 Then let the sovereigns of the globe
Not dare to vex the just:

He puts on vengeance like a robe,
And treads the worms to dust.

e 5 Ye judges of the earth, be wise,
And think of heaven with fear;
The meanest saint that you despise
Has an avenger there.

HYMN 116. C. M. Swanwick. [*]
Mercies and Thanks.

"HOW

can I sink with such a prop, As my eternal God,—

g Who bears the earth's huge pillars up,
And spreads the heavens abroad?

e 2 How can I die while Jesus lives,
Who rose and left the dead?
-Pardon and grace my soul receives,
From mine exalted head.

o 3 All that I am, and all I have,
Shall be forever thine!

Whate'er my duty bids me give,
My cheerful hands resign.

4 Yet if I might make some reserve,
And duty did not call;

o I love my God with zeal so great, That I should give him all.]

HYMN 117. L. M.

Green's. [*]

Living and dying with God present.
CANNOT bear thine absence, Lord;
My life expires if thou depart;
Be thou, my heart, still near my God,
And thou, my God, be near my heart.
2 I was not born for earth or sin,
Nor can I live on things so vile;
Yet I will stay my Father's time,
And hope, and wait for heaven a while.
3 Then, dearest Lord, in thine embrace,
Let me resign my fleeting breath;
And, with a smile upon my face,
Pass the important hour of death.]

HYMN 118. L. M. Newcourt. [b *]
The Priesthood of Christ.

LOOD has a voice to pierce the skies;
Revenge the blood of Abel cries;