5 See a flood of sacred light,
Which no more shall yield to night!
Transitory world, farewell!

Jesus calls with him to dwell!

6 With thy heavenly presence blest,
Death is life, and labour rest.
Welcome sleep, or death to me,
Still secure, for still with thee.

HYMN CCV.

The Gospel Jubilee. Ps. lxxxix. 15. compared with Lev. xxv. and Isa. lxi. 2.

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Let

DODDRIDGE.

OUD let the tuneful trumpet sound, And spread the joyful tidings round; every soul with transport hear, And hail the Lord's accepted year. 2 Ye debtors, whom he gives to know, That you ten thousand talents owe, When humbled at his feet ye fall, Your gracious Lord forgives them all. 3 Slaves, that have borne the heavy chain Of sin and hell's tyrannic reign, To liberty assert your claim,

And urge the great Redeemer's s name. 4 The rich inheritance you lost,

Restor'd, improv'd, you now may boast
Fair Salem your arrival waits,
To golden streets, and pearly gates.

5 Her blest inhabitants no more
Bondage and poverty deplore:
No debt, but love immensely great,
Whose joy still rises with the debt.

6 O happy souls that know the sound!
God's light shall all their steps surround;
And shew that Jubilee begun,

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Which through eternal years shall run.

HYMN CCVI.

Triumphs of the Gospel. Ps. lxvi. 8.

BEHOLD with pleasing ecstasy

DODDRIDGE.

The gospel standard lifted high,
That all the nations from afar
May in the great salvation share.

2 Why then, Almighty Saviour, why
Do wretched souls in millions die?
While wide th' iufernal tyrant reigns
O'er spacious realms in ponderous chains.

3 And shall he still go on to boast,
Thy cross it's energy hath lost?
And shall thy servants still complain,
Their labours and their tears are vain!

4 Awake, all conquering arm, awake,
And hell's extensive empire shake;
Assert the honours of thy throne,
And call the ruin'd world thy own.

5 Thine all-successful power display;
Produce a nation in a day;

For at thy word this barren earth
Shall travail with a general birth.

6 Swift let thy quickening Spirit breathe
On these abodes of sin and death;

That breath shall bow ten thousand minds,
Like waving corn before the winds.

7 Scarce can our glowing hearts endure
A world, where thou art known no more;
Transform it, Lord, by conquering love;
Qr bear us to the realms above.

HYMN CCVII.

The last Wars of David. 2 Sam. xxiii. 1, 8.

THUS

When Israel's God had rais'd his head

To high imperial sway:

Struck with his last poetic fire,

Zion's sweet psalmist tun'd his lyre

To this harmonious lay.

2 Thus dictates Israel's sacred rock:
Thus hath the God of Jacob spoke
By my responsive tongue :
Behold the Just one over men
Commencing his religious reign,
Great subject of my song!

3 So gently shines with genial ray,
Th' unclouded lamp of rising day,
And cheers the tender flowers,
When midnight's soft diffusive rain
Hath blest the gardens and the plain
With kind refreshing showers.

4 Shall not my house this honour boast?
My soul th' eternal covenant trust,
Well order'd still and sure?
There all my hopes and wishes meet:
In death I call it's blessings sweet,
And feel it's bonds secure.

5 The sons of Belial shall not spring,
Who spurn at heaven's appointed king,
And scorn his high command:

Though wide the briars infest the ground,
And the sharp pointed thorns around,
Defy a tender hand:

6 A dreadful warrior shall appear
With iron arms, and massy spear,
And tear them from their place;
Touch'd with the lightning of bis ire,
At once they kindle into fire,
And vanish in the blaze!

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SWAIN.

HYMN CCVIII.

The Complaint under Darkness.

SWAIN.

REJOICE in God, the word commands,

And fain would I obey;

Yet still my spirit lingering stands,
While doubts impede my way.

2 How can my soul exult for joy,
Which feels this load of sin?

And how can praise my tongue employ,
While darkness reigns within?

3 Whence should my lips give rapture birth,
When I no rapture feel?

Or how should notes of heavenly mirth,
Sound from a breast of steel?

4 If falling tears and rising sighs,

In triumph share a part;

Then, Lord, behold these streaming eyes,
And search this bleeding heart!

5 My soul forgets to use her wings;
My harp neglected lies;

For sin has broken all it's strings,
And guilt shuts out my joys.

6 The power, the sweetness, of thy voice,
Alone my heart can move;

Make me in Christ my Lord rejoice,
And melt my soul to love.