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4 Bold rebellion, base backfliding,
Stop your course, reflect with dread;
In deftruction there's no hiding;
Death and hell give up their dead;
Ev'ry fea, and lake, and river,

Shall restore their dead to view :
Shout for gladness, O believer,
CHRIST IS RIS'N, and fo fhall you.

HYMN 328.




HA AIL the day that fees him rife,
Ravish'd from our wishful eyes
CHRIST awhile to mortals giv'n,
Re-afcends his native heav'n:
There the pompous triumph waits,
Lift your heads, eternal gates!
Wide unfold the radiant scene,
Take the King of glory in!
2 Him, tho' highest heaven receives,
Still he loves the earth he leaves;
Tho' returning to his throne,
Still he calls mankind his own :
Still for us he intercedes,
Prevalent his death he pleads;
Next himself prepares our place,
Harbinger of human race.


3 Mafter (may we ever fay)
Taken from our head to-day;
See thy faithful fervants, fee,
Ever gazing up to thee!
Grant, tho' parted from our fight,
High above yon azure height:
Grant our hearts may thither rise,
Following thee beyond the fkies.

4 Ever upward let us move,

Wafted on the wings of love;
Looking when our LORD fhall come,
Longing, gasping after home:
There we fhall with thee remain,
Partners of thine endless reign;
There thy face unclouded fee,
Find our heav'n of heav'n in thee.


HYMN 329.

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SU, we hang upon the word
Our longing fouls have heard from
thee ;

Be mindful of thy promife, LORD,
Thy promife made to all, and me:
Thy followers, who thy fteps pursue,
And dare believe that GOD is true..

2 Thou faidft, I will the Father pray,
And he the Holy Ghost shall give,
Shall give him in your hearts to stay,
And never more his temples leave;
Myself will to my children come,
And make them mine eternal home.

3 Come then, dear LORD, thyfelf reveal,
And let thy promife now take place;
Be it according to thy will,
According to thy word of grace:
Thy forrowful difciples chear,
And fend us down the Comforter.


He vifits now the troubled breast,
And oft relieves our fad complaint;
But foon we lose the tranfient guest,
But foon we droop again, and faint:
Repeat the melancholy moan-
"Our joy is fled, our comfort gone."

5 Send him, O LORD, into each heart,
Our fure, infeparable guide

O might we meet, and never part;
O might he in our hearts abide,

And keep his house of praise and pray'r,
And reft, and reign for ever there.

HYMN 330.


COME, holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,
With all thy quick'ning pow'rs;

Kindle a flame of facred love
In these cold hearts of ours.

2 See how we grovel here below,
Fond of these earthly toys;
Our fouls, how heavily they go,
To reach eternal joys.


In vain we tune our formal fongs,
In vain we strive to rife;
Hofannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.

4 Dear LORD, and fhall we ever live
At this poor dying rate?
Our love fo faint, fo cold to thee,
And thine to us fo great?

5 Come, holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,
With all thy quick'ning pow'rs;
Come fhed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that fhall kindle ours.

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HYMN 331.

O For a sweet inspiring ray,

To animate our feeble ftrains, From the bright realms of endless day, The blissful realms where Jesus reigns!

JOHN XVii. 24.

2 There low before his glorious throne
Adoring faints and angels fall,
And with delightful worship own
His fmile their blifs, their heav'n, their all.
3 Immortal glories crown his head,
While tuneful hallelujahs rife,
And love, and joy, and triumph fpread
Thro' all th' affemblies of the fkies.

4 He fmiles, and feraphs tune their fongs To boundless rapture while they gaze; Ten thousand thousand joyful tongues Refound his everlasting praise.

5 There all the ransom'd of the Lamb
Shall join at last the heav'nly choir;
O may the joy-infpiring theme
Awake our faith, and warm defire!

6 Dear Saviour, let thy Spirit feal
Our interest in that blifsful place;
Till death remove this mortal veil,
And we behold thy lovely face.

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