6 Then while ye hear my heart-strings break,
How sweet my minutes roll!
A mortal paleness on my cheek,
And glory in my soul.]

HYMN XX. (C. M.)

Spiritual Apparel, namely, The Robe of Righteousness, and Garments of Salvation, Isa. Ixi. 10.

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WAKE my heart, arise my tongue,
Prepare a tuneful voice,

In God, the life of all my joys,

Aloud will I rejoice.

2 "Tis he adorn'd my naked soul,
And made salvation mine;
Upon a poor polluted worm
He makes his graces shine.

3 And lest the shadow of a spot
Should on my soul be found,

He took the robe the Saviour wrought,
And cast it all around.

4 How far the heavenly robe exceeds
What earthly princes wear!

These ornaments how bright they shine'
How white the garments are!

5 The Spirit wrought my faith and love,
And hope, and every grace;

But Jesus spent his life, to work
The robe of righteousness.

6 Strangely, my soul, art thou array'd
By the great Sacred Three!

In sweetest harmony of praise
Let all thy powers agree.

HYMN XXI. (C. M.)

A Vision of the Kingdom of Christ among Men, Rev. xxi, 1—4.

1LO, what a glorious sight appears
To our believing eyes!

The earth and seas are pass'd away,
And the old rolling skies.

2 From the third heaven where God resides, That holy, happy place,

The new Jerusalem comes down
Adorn'd with shining grace.
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3 Attending angels shout for joy,
And the bright armies sing,
"Mortals, behold the sacred seat
"Of your descending King.
4" The God of glory down to men
"Removes his bless'd abode;
"Men the dear objects of his grace,
"And he the loving God.

5" His own soft hand shall wipe the tears "From ev'ry weeping eye,

"And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears "And death itself shall die."

6 How long, dear Saviour, O how long!
Shall this bright hour delay ?
Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time,
And bring the welcome day.

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* HYMN XXII. First Part. (L. M.)
Christ the Eternal Life, Rom. ix. 5.

JESUS our Saviour and our God,
Array'd in majesty and blood,
Thou art ur life; our souls in thee
Possess a full felicity.

2 All our immortal hopes are laid
In thee our surety and our head;
Thy cross, thy cradle and thy throne
Are big with glories yet unknown.
3 Let Atheists scoff and Jews blaspheme
Th' eternal life and Jesus' name;
A word of thy almighty breath
Dooms the rebellious world to death.
4 But let my soul for ever lie

Beneath the blessings of thine eye:
'Tis heaven on earth, 'tis heaven above
To see thy face and taste thy love.

* HYMN XXII. Second Part. (C. M.) Flesh and Spirit, Rom. viii. 1.

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WHAT vain desires, and passions vain,
Attend this mortal clay!

Of have they pierc'd my soul with pain,
And drawn my heart astray..

2 How have I wander'd from my God!
And, following sin and shame,

In this vile world of flesh, and blood
Defil'd my nobler frame!

3 For ever blessed be thy grace,
That form'd my soul anew,

And made it of an heaven-born race,
Thy glory to pursue.

4 My spirit holds perpetual war,
And wrestles and complaius;
But views the happy moinent near
That shall dissolve its chains.

5 Cheerful in death I close my eyes,
To part with ev'ry lust;

And charge my flesh whene'er it rise
To leave them in the dust.
My purer spirit shall not fear
To put this body on:

Its tempting pow'rs no more are there, Its lusts and passions gone!

* HYMN XXIII. First Part. (L. M.) Absent from the Body and present with the Lord, 2 Cor. v. 8.

1 ABSENT from flesh! O blissful thought,
What unknown joys this moment brings,
Freed from the mischiefs sin has brought,
From pains and fears and all their springs.
2 Absent from flesh! illustrious day,
Surprising scene! triumphant stroke
That rends the prison of my clay,
And I can feel my fetters broke.
3 Absent from flesh! then rise my soul
Where feet nor wings could never climb,
Beyond the heavens, where planets roll
Measuring the cares and joys of time.
4 I go where God and glory shine,
His presence makes eternal day,
My all that's mortal, I resign,
For angels wait and point my way..

* HYMN XXIII. Second Part. (L. M.) A hopeful Youth falling short of Heaven, Mark x. 21.

1 MUST all the charms of nature then So hopeless to salvation prove?

Can hell demand, can heaven condemn The man whom Jesus deigns to love? 2 The man who sought the ways of truth, Paid friends and neighbours all their due, (A modest, sober, lovely youth) And thought he wanted nothing new.

3 But mark the change! thus spake the Lord, "Come part with earth for heav'n to-day.' The youth, astonish'd at the word, In silent sadness went his way. 4 Poor virtues that he boasted so, This test unable to endure;

Let Christ, and grace, and glory go, To make his land and money sure! 5 Ah foolish choice of treasures here! Ah fatal love of tempting gold!

Must this base world be bought so dear? Are life and heaven so cheaply sold? 6 In vain the charms of nature shine, If this vile passion govern me: Transform my soul, O love divine!" And make me part with all for thee,

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HYMN XXIV. (L. M.)

The rich Sinner dying, Psalm xlix. 6, 9.
Eccl. viii. 8. Job iii. 14, 15.

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vain the wealthy mortals toil,

And heap their shining dust in vain, Look down and scorn the humble poor, And boast their lofty hills of gain. 2 Their golden cordials cannot ease Their pained hearts or aching heads. Nor fright nor bribe approaching death, From glittering roofs and downy beds. 3 The lingering, the unwilling soul The dismal summons must obey, And bid a long, a sad farewel To the pale lump of lifeless clay. 4 Thence they are huddled to the grave. Where kings and slaves have equal thrones; Their bones without distinction lie Amongst the heap of meaner bones.

HYMN XXV. (C. M.)

A Vision of the Lamb, Rev. v. 6-9.

1 ALL mortal vanities begone,

Nor tempt my eyes, nor tire my ears; Behold amidst th' eternal throne

A vision of the Lamb appears.

2 [Glory his fleecy robe adorns,

Mark'd with the bloody death he bore: Seven are his eyes, and seven his horns, To speak his wisdom and his power.

3 Lo, he receives a sealed book From him that sits upon the throne; Jesus, my Lord, prevails to look

On dark decrees, and things unknown.] 4 All the assembling saints around

Fall worshipping before the Lamb, And in new songs of gospel-sound Address their honours to his name. 5 [The joy, the shout, the harmony, Flies o'er the everlasting hills; "Worthy art thou alone (they cry) "To read the book, to loose the seals."] 6 Our voices join the heavenly strain, And with transporting pleasure sing, "Worthy the Lamb that once was slain, "To be our teacher and our king!" 7 His words of prophecy reveal

Eternal counsels, deep designs; His grace and vengeance shall fulfil The peaceful and the dreadful lines: 8 Thou hast redeem'd our souls from hell With thine invaluable blood;

And wretches that did once rebel,

Are now made favorites of their God.

9 Worthy for ever is the Lord,

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That dy'd for treasons not his own,
By every tongue to be ador'd,

And dwell upon his Father's throne!

HYMN XXVI. (C. M.)

Hope of Heaven by the Resurrection of
Christ, 1 Peter i. 3-5.

BLESS'D be the everlasting God,
The Father of our Lord;

Be his abounding mercy prais'd,
His majesty ador'd.

2 When from the dead he rais'd his Son,
And call'd him to the sky,
He gave our souls a lively hope

That they should never die.

3 What tho' our inbred sins require
Our flesh to see the dust,
Yet as the Lord our Saviour rose,
So all his followers must.

4 There's an inheritance divine
Reserv'd against that day;
'Tis uncorrupted, undefil'd,
And cannot waste away.