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Him who rules in heav'n and earth,
And rejoice eternally.
Glory be to God above," God is infinite in love: “ Peace on earth, good-will to men !" Now with us our God is seen : Angels, join with us in praise !
Help to sing redeeming grace.
Now the gospel is made known;
May be sav'd by faith alone. 4 Jesus is the lovely name,
This the angel doth proclaim;
5 Shout, ye nations of the earth,
Sing the triumphs of his birth;
Come, thou long expected Jesus !
Born to set thy people free
Let us find our rest in thee!
Hope of all the earth thou art ;
Joy of ev'ry, longing heart ! 2 Born thy people to deliver,
Born a Child, and yet a King;
Now thy gracious kingdom bring!
Rule in all our hearts alone;
Raise us to thy glorious throne.
H Y M N
To subdue a heart of stone ;
Then the hardest heart will melt. 2 When the LORD was crucify'd,
Two transgressors with him dy'd ;
Scoft'd at Jesus as he hung.
In the very jaws of death ;
With the Saviour in his view.
Saw the danger of his case;
Whom the Scribes and Priests abhorr'd, 5
“ LORD, he pray'd—remember me,
" Thou shalt be in Paradise.”
Grace vouchfaf'd in time of need,
You shall find him still the same. 7 But beware of unbelief,
Think upon the harden'd thief :
SICKNESS, OR DIVINE, CORRECTION,
'ow happy the sorrowful man,
Whose forrow is fent from above ! Indulg'd with a visit of pain,
Chastis’d by omnipotent love :
He comes by affliction to know;
That ever he suffer'd below.
And hear the intent of his rod,
The strokes of a merciful GOD;
My burden of folly confess,
On me in affliction bestow
A fanctify'd use of my wo:
To all thy appointments submit;
And joyfully die at thy feet..
4 Then, Father, and never till then,
I all the felicity prove,
Of dying in Jesus's love :
With Jesus above I sit down,
And glory obtain in a crown.
AH! lovely appearance of death,
No fight upon earth is so fair ; Not all the gay pageants that breathe,
Can with a dead body compare ; With folemn delight I survey
The corps when the spirit is filed, In love with the beautiful clay,
And longing to lie in its stead, 2 How bleft is our brother, bereft
Of all that could burden his mind;
The wearisome body behind !
Whose relics with envy I fee;
No longer a finner like me,