HYMN XXXI.
At Parting.
LEST be the dear uniting Love,
B That will not let us part;
Our Bodies may far off remove,
We still are join'd in Heart.
Join'd in one Spirit to our Head,
Where he appoints we go,
And ftill in Jefu's Footsteps tread,
And do his Work below.
O let us ever walk in him,
And nothing know befide,
Nothing defire, nothing efteem,
But Jefus crucify'd.
Clofer and clofer let us cleave,
To his belov'd Embrace,
Expect his Fulness to receive,
And Grace to answer Grace.
But let us haften to the Day
Which hall our Flesh reftore,
When Death fhall all be done away,
And Bodies part no more.
HYMN XXXII.
Adoring CHRIST.
ORTHY is Chrift, our Pafchal Lamb,
Who bow'd his Head, and bore our
On God's eternal Throne to reign;
For he for us, for us was flain.
From ev'ry People, Land, and Tongue,
He calls his royal conqu'ring Throng;
Let all thy Hofts thy Grace confess,
And call thee Lord our Righteoufness.
We praise thee, thou whofe Spirit refls
On us thy Kings, on us thy Priefts;
Redeem'd to banquet with our God,
And bought and ranfom'd by his Blood
Let every Spirit now with thee,
And all on Earth and all on Sea,
Thy Wisdom blefs, and fill thy Throne
With Worship due to thee alone.
Be Pow'r and Riches ever thine!
And Strength and Majesty divine!
By ev'ry Creature reign ador'd,
The only, everlasting Lord!
RETHREN, let us join to bless
Jefus Chrift, our Joy and Peace;
Let our Praise to him be giv'n,
High at God's Right-Hand in Heav'n
Mafter, fee to thee we bow,
Thou art Lord, and only thou;
Thou the bleffed Virgin's Seed,
Glory of thy Church and Head.
Thee the Angels ceafelefs fing,
Thee we praise, our Prieft, our King;
Worthy is thy Name of Praise,
Full of Glory, full of Grace.
Thou haft the glad Tidings brought
Of Salvation by thee wrought;
Wrought for all thy Church! and we
Worship in their Company.
We, thy little Flock, adore
Thee, the Lord for evermore!
Ever with us, fhew thy Love,
'Till we join with those above!
Longing for the latter Day.
OW many Years have we been driv’n Out from our Eden, from our Heav'n? Lord, it is Time that thou restore
Thy wand'ring Church, to roam no more.
Six thousand Years are nearly paft -
Since Adam from thy Sight was cast;
So long ago his fallen Race
From Age to Age were void of Peace.
Pris'ners in Houfes made of Clay,
And out of Sight of heav'nly Day,
They cannot chufe but daily mourn,
Till they from Banifhment return.
When will the happy Trump proclaim
The Judgment of the martyr'd Lamb?
When fhall the captive Troops be free,
And keep th' eternal Jubilee!
Haften, O God, in ev'ry Land, Send thou thine Angels, and command; "Go found Deliv'rance; loudly blow "Salvation to the Saints below!!!
We want to have the Day appear!
The promis'd great Sabbatic-Year.
When far from Grief, and Sin, and Hell,
Ifrael in ceaseless Peace fhall dwell!
"Till then, we will not let thee reft,
Thou still shalt hear our ftrong Request;
And this our daily Pray'r fhall be,
Lord, found the Trump of Jubilee !
HYMN XXXV.
All Nations fhall ferve him. OVE
AVIOUR King, affume thy Pow'r,
Thou that art the Conqueror ;
Lead thy promis'd Glory on,
Bring the Nations to thy Throne.
Japhet's Ifles do blefs thy Name,
Let the Weft thy Worth proclaim;
Wafh the Ethiopian clean;
In the East new Signs be feen..
Great the Band of those be found,
Who proclaim the joyful Sound;
Let it to thy Ifrael come,
Let it bring the Wand'rers Home.
To the Brightness of thy Face,
Fly in Troops the fuppliant Race ;,
Princes fhall adorn the Train,
Monarchs bow and blefs thy Reign.
When like Lightning thro' the Skies,
Will thy latter Glory rife?
When fhall we behold thy Pow'r,
When falute the accomplish'd Hour?
Quickly, Lord, thy Triumphs bring,
Tongues and Kindred wait to fing;
Then fhall all the chofen Race
Shout aloud redeeming Grace.
UR God reigns, ye Lands rejoice,
Lift, ye Ifles, a thankful Voice;
Every Throne by one controul'd,
Well fecures the paffive World.
Higher than the Sons of Pride,
He bids raging Waves fubfide
Whate'er Strifes the Nations fill,
The Whole centers to his Will.
How unfathomably wife,
Beauteous too his Counsel lies!
Ev'ry Way his Will is done,
Ev'ry Way his Justice shown.
Thoughts are vain against the Lord,
All fubferves his ftanding Word;
Satan lets, and Men object,
Yet the Thing they thwart, effect.
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