5 Shout, ye nations of the earth,
Sing the triumphs of his birth;
All the world by him is bleft,
Sound his praise from east to west :
Jews and Gentiles jointly fing,
CHRIST Our common LORD and King;
CHRIST Our life, our joy, our fong,
To eternity prolong.
COME, thou long expected JESUS!
Born to fet thy people free;
From our fears and fins release us,
Let us find our reft in thee!
Ifrael's ftrength and confolation,
Hope of all the earth thou art;
Dear Defire of ev'ry nation,
Joy of ev'ry longing heart!
2 Born thy people to deliver,
Born a Child, and yet a King;
Born to reign in us for ever,
Now thy gracious kingdom bring!
By thine own eternal Spirit
Rule in all our hearts alone;
By thine all-fufficient merit,
Raise us to thy glorious throne.
To fubdue a heart of stone
And the moment grace is felt,
Then the hardest heart will melt.
2 When the LORD was crucify'd,
Two tranfgreffors with him dy'd;
One with vile blafpheming tongue
Scoff'd at JESUs as he hung.
3 Thus he spent his wicked breath
In the very jaws of death;
Perifh'd, as too many do,
With the Saviour in his view.
4 But the other, touch'd with grace,
Saw the danger of his cafe;
Faith receiv'd to own the LORD,
Whom the Scribes and Priests abhorr'd.
LORD, he pray'd-remember me,
"When in glory thou shalt be;"
"Soon with me, the LORD replies,
"Thou shalt be in Paradife.'
6 This was wondrous grace indeed,
Grace vouchfaf'd in time of need.
Sinners, truft in JESU's name,
You fhall find him ftill the fame.
But beware of unbelief,
Think upon the harden'd thief:
If the gospel you difdain,
CHRIST to you will die in vain.
SICKNESS, OR DIVINE. CORRECTION.
ow happy the forrowful man,
Whofe forrow is fent from above!
Indulg'd with a vifit of pain,
Chaftis'd by omnipotent love:
The Author of all his diftrefs,
He comes by affliction to know;
And GOD he in heaven fhall blefs
That ever he fuffer'd' belów.
2 Thus, thus may I happily. grieve,
And hear the intent of his rod,
The marks of adoption receive,
The ftrokes of a merciful GOD;
With nearer accefs to his throne,
My burden of folly confefs,
The cause of my miferies own,
And cry for an anfwer of peace.
O Father of mercies, on me,
On me in affliction beftow
A pow'r of applying to thee,
A fanctify'd ufe of my wo:
I would in a Spirit of prayer
To all thy appointments fubmit;
The pledge of my happiness bear,
And joyfully die at thy feet..
4 Then, Father, and never till then,
I all the felicity prove,
Of living a moment in pain,
Of dying in JESUS's love:
A fufferer here with my LORD,
With JESUS above I fit down,
Receive an eternal reward,
And glory obtain in a crown.
HYMN 340.
A FUNERAL HYMN.
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 furvey
The corps when the fpirit is fled,
In love with the beautiful clay,
And longing to lie in its ftead.
2 How bleft is our brother, bereft
Of all that could burden his mind;
How eafy the foul that hath left
The wearifome body behind!
Of evil incapable thou,
Whose relics with envy I fee;
No longer in mifery now,
No longer a finner like me.
3 This earth is affected no more
With fickness, or fhaken with pain;
The war in the members is o'er,
And never shall vex him again:
No anger henceforward, or fhame,
Shall redden this innocent clay,
Extinct is the animal flame,
And paffion is vanish'd away..
4. This languishing head is at reft,
Its thinking and aching are o'er;
This quiet immoveable breast.
Is heav'd by affliction no more;.
This heart is no longer the feat
Of trouble and torturing pain;'
It ceases to flutter and beat,
It never fhrall flutter again::
5- The lids he fo feldom could clofe,
By forrow forbidden to sleep,
Seal'd up in eternak repofe,
Have strangely forgotten to weep: :
The fountains can yield no fupplies,
Thefe hollows from water are free;
The tears are all wip'd from thefe eyes,,
And evil they never shall see..
6: To mourn and to fuffer is mine,
While bound in a prifon I breathe;
And still for deliverance pine,
And prefs to the iffues of death:
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