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Shew me the way to shun
Thy dreadful wrath feveré,
That when thou comeft on thy throne
I may with joy appear.
Thou art thy felf the way,
Thyfelf to me reveal;

So fhall I spend my life's fhort day
Obedient to thy will:

So fhall I love my God,

Because he first lov'd me;

And praise thee in thy bright abode,
To all eternity.

HYMN XI.

AND am I only born to die?

And must I fuddenly comply
With nature's ftern decree ?
What after death for me remain
Celestial joys, or hellish pains,
To all eternity!

2 How then ought I on earth to live,
While God prolongs the kind reprieve,
And props the house of clay!
My fole concern, my fingle care,
To watch, and tremble, and prepare
Against that fatal day!

3 No room for mirth or trifling there,
For wordly hope, or worldly fear,
If life fo foon is gone:

If now the Judge is at the door,
And all mankind muft ftand before
Th' inexorable throne!

4 No matter which my thoughts employ, A moment's misery or joy;

But, oh! when both shall end, Where fhall I find my deftin'd place? Shall I my everlasting days

With fiends or angels fpend?

5 Nothing is worth a thought beneath,
But how I may escape the death
That never, never dies!

How make my own election fure,
And when I fail on earth, fecure
A manfion in the skies!

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6 Jefus, vouchfafe a pitying ray,
Be thou my guide, be thou my way
To glorious happiness !

Ah! write the pardon on my heart!
And whenfo'er I hence depart,
Let me depart in peace!

THOU

HYMN XII.

HOU Judge of quick and dead,
Before whofe bar fevere,

With holy joy or guilty dread,
We all fhall foon appear:
Our caution'd fouls prepare
For that tremendous day,
And fill us now with watchful care,
And ftir us up to pray.

2 To pray and wait the hour,
That awful hour unknown,

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When rob'd in majesty and pow'r,
Thou shalt from heav'n come down;
Th' immortal Son of Man,

To judge the human race,

With all thy Father's dazzling train,

With all thy glorious grace.
To damp our earthly joys,
T' increafe our gracious fears,

For ever let the archangel's voice
Be founding in our ears
The folemn midnight cry:
"Ye Dead, the Judge is come,
"Arife and meet him in the sky,
"And meet your inftant doom!"

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O may we thus be found
Obedient to his word,
Attentive to the trumpet's found,
And looking for our Lord!
O may we thus enfure
A lot among the bleft,
And watch a moment to secure
An everlafting rest?

HYMN XIII.

HE comes! he comes! the Judge fevere, The feventh trumpet (peaks him near; His light'nings flash, his thunders roll; How welcome to the faithful foul? 2 From heav'n angelic voices found, See the almighty Jefus crown'd! Girt with omnipotence and grace, And glory decks the Saviour's face. 3 Defcending on his azure throne, He claims the kingdoms for his own; The kingdoms all obey his word, And hail him their triumphant Lord. 4 Shout all the people of the fky, And all the faints of the Most High; Our Lord, who now his right obtains, For ever and for ever reigns.

Lo!

HYMN XIV.

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! he comes with clouds defcending, Once for favour'd finners flain!

Thousand, thousand faints attending,
Swell the triumph of his train.
Hallelujah!

God appears with man to reign.

2 Ev'ry eye fhall now behold him
Rob'd in dreadful majesty;

Those who fet at nought and fold him,
Pierc'd and nail'd him to the tree,
Deeply wailing,

Shall the true Meffiah fee.

3 The dear tokens of his paffion,
Still his dazzling body bears;
Caufe of endlefs exultation
To his ranfom'd worshippers:
With what rapture

Gaze we on thofe glorious fcars.
4 Yea! Amen! let all adore thee
High on thine eternal throne!
Saviour, take the pow'r and glory,
Claim the kingdom for thine own;
Jah! Jehovah !
Everlasting God come down.

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HYMN XV.

Low ye the trumpet, blow
The gladly folemn found:
Let all the nations know

To earth's remoteft bound,
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ranfom'd finners, home.

2 Jefus, our great High Priest,-
Hath full atonement made;

Ye weary fpirits reft;

Ye mournful fouls be glad :

The year of jubilee is come;

Return, ye ranfom'd finners, home.

3 Extol the Lamb of God,

The all-atoning Lamb!
Redemption in his blood,

Throughout the world proclaim:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ranfom'd finners, home.

4 Ye flaves of fin and hell,
Your liberty receive,
And fafe in Jefus dwell,
And bleft in Jefus live.

The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ranfom'd finners, home.

5 Ye, who have fold for nought
Your heritage above,

Shall have it back unbought,
The gift of Jefu's love.

The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ranfom'd finners, home.

6 The gofpel-trumpet hear,

The news of heav'nly grace;
And, fav'd from earth, appear
Before your Saviour's face!
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ranfom'd finners, home.

i LUKEY

HYMN XVI.

UKEWARM fouls, the foe grows ftronger, See the hoft your camp furrounds?

Arm to battle, lag no longer,

Hark! the filver trumpet founds!

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Wake, ye fleepers! wake, what mean you?
Sin befets you round about,

Up and fearch, the world's within you,
Slay, or chafe the traitor out.

2 What inchants you, floth or pleasure ?

Pluck right-eyes, with right-hands part, Afk your confcience where's your treasure, For be certain there's your heart: Give the fawning foe no credit,

See the bloody flag's unfurl'd!

That base heart, the Truth hath faid it,

Loves not God that loves the world.

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