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H Y M N 221.
THE INC Ř E ASING POWER OF
The wond'rous things foretold
With joy our eyes behold: Still does thine arm new trophies wear,
And monuments of glory rear. 2 To thee the hoary head
Its silver honours pays;
Devotes his brightest days :
King ! 30 hafte, victorious Prince,
That happy glorious day, When fouls like drops of dew
Shall own thy gentle sway: 0
may it bless our longing eyes, And bear our shouts beyond the skies. 4 All hail, triumphant LORD!
Eternal be thy reign ; Behold the nations fue
To wear thy gentle chain : When earth and time are known no more, Thy throne shall stand for ever lure.
HY MN 222.
od is King, ye lands rejoice ;
Lift, ye Ines, a thankful voice; Ev'ry throne by his controllid,
Well secures the passive world. 2 Higher than the sons of pride,
He bids the raging waves subside ;
The whole centers to his will, 3 O how deep his counsel lies !
How unfathomably wife!
Ev'ry way his pow'r is shown.
All subserve his standing word;
Yet the thing they thwart, effect. 5 Subjects of the LORD, be bold;
Jesus will the kingdom hold;
Each in place to bring it on.
Bleft is Faith, that waits his hour;
H Y MN
THE KINGDOM OF GOD, NOT IN WORD,
BU T IN POWER.
A Form of words, tho'e'er so found,
Can never fave a foul.
And make the wounded whole.
2 Tho'God's election is a truth,
Small comfort there I see,
That He has chosen Me.
3 Sinners, I read, are justify'd
By faith in Jesu's blood :
'Tis then I've peace with God.
4 Imputed righteousness I own,
A doctrine most divine;
That all his merit's Mine.
5 To perseverance I agree;
The thing to me is clear;
6 Thus christians glorify the LORD;
His Spirit joins with ours,
With all its saving pow'rs.
CHRIST IS THE WAY, THE TRUTH,
AND THE LIFE.
I Am, faith CHRIST; the Way:
Now if we credit him,
How fair foe'er they seem.
Then all that lacks this test, Proceed it from an angel's mouth,
Is but a lie at best.
Let this be feen by faith ;
That all besides is death.
4. If what those words aver,
The Holy Ghost apply;
Nor be deceiv'd, nor die.
225 BREATHING AFTER CHRIST.
OME, thou blest JESUS, quickly come,
Descend, thou bright, immortal guest; Within
heart erect thy throne, And reign unrivall'd in my breaft. 2 Not all that's great, or good, or fair,
Can please, or fix my choice below: I long in purer joys to share,
Which only from thy presence flow. 3 No more the world my bosom warms,
When thy superior glories shine :: 1 die to all created charms,
If Jesus whispers, HE IS MINE: 4 Oppress'd with care and pain, I roam
At distance from my native place :
H Y M N 226.
No comeliness nor beauty fee ;