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May we mount on facred Wings,
And tread the Courts above;
Nor Earth, nor all her mightiest things,
Should tempt our meaneft Love.

There on a high majeftick Throne,
Th'Almighty Father reigns;
And fhed his glorious Goodness down
On all the blissful Plains.

Bright, like a Sun, the Saviour fits,
And spreads eternal Noon:
No Ev'nings there, nor gloomy Nights,
To want the feeble Moon.

Amidft thofe ever-fhining Skies,
Behold the facred Dove,
While banish'd Sin and Sorrow flies
From all the realms of Love.

The glorious Tenants of that Place,
Stand bending round the Throne;
And Saints and Seraphs fing and praise
The infinite Three-One.

But oh! what beams of heav'nly Grace,
Tranfport them all the while;
Ten thoufand fmiles from Jefu's Face,
And Love in every fmile.

Jefus,

Jefus, and when shall that dear Day,
That joyful Hour appear?
When I shall leave this Houfe of Clay,
To dwell amongst 'em there.

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E that feek the Lord who Dy'd,
Your God for Sinners Crucify'd,
Prevent the earliest Dawn, and come
To worship at his facred Tomb :
Bring the fweet Spices of your Sighs,
Your contrite Hearts, and ftreaming Eyes,
Your fad Complaints, and humble Fears,
And embalm him with your Tears.

While ye thus your Souls Employ,
Your Sorrows fhall be turn'd to Joy,
Now, now, let all your Grief be o'er,
Believe, and ye shall weep no more;
An Earthquake hath the Caverns fhook,
And burft the Door, and rent the Rock,
The Lord hath fent his Angel down,
Who hath roll'd away the Stone.

See, as Snow, his Garment white,
His Countenance, as Light'ning, bright,
He fits and waves a flaming Sword,
And waits upon his rifing Lord;
The third aufpicious Morn is come,
And calls your Saviour from the Tomb,
The bands of Death are torn away,
And the Tomb gives back his Prey.

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See the Lord is rif'n indeed,
To Death deliver'd in your Stead,
His rife proclaims your Sins forgiv❜n,
And fhews the living Way to Heav'n;
Go tell the Followers of your Lord,
Their Jefus is to Life reftor'd,

He Lives, that they his Life may find,
Lives to quicken lost Mankind.

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The Refurrection of Christ.

P from the dark and filent Tomb,
See the victorious Jefus come;

Th' Almighty Pris'ner quits the Pris'n,
And Angels tell the Lord is ris'n,

Angels, Angels, Angels, Angels, Angels
tell the Lord is ris'n.

Ye guilty Souls that groan and grieve,
Hear the glad Tidings; hear and Live,
God's Righteous Law is fatisfied,
And Juftice now is on your fide,
Juftice, Juftice, &c.

Your Surety, thus releas'd by God,
Pleads the rich Ranfom of his Blood,
No flaming Sword, no Bar remains,
But Mercy now triumphant reigns,
Mercy, Mercy, &c.

Believers, hail your rifing Head,
The firft Begotten from the Dead,
Your Refurrection's fure thro' his,
To endless Life, to endless Blifs,

Endlefs, Endlefs, &c.

HYMN

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HYMN CCVI.

Refurrection of the Saints, &c.

E Chriftians, hear the joyful News!
Death has receiv'd a deadly Bruife,
Our Lord has made his Empire fall,
And conquer'd him that conquer'd All,
Conquer'd, &c.

Thus doom'd are all Men once to Die,
Yet Saints, by Faith, Death's Pow'r defy';
They foon fhall feel his Bands unbound,
Awaken'd by th' Archangel's found,
Awaken'd &c.

The Trump of God shall rend the Rocks,
And
open adamantine Locks;

Come forth the Dead, from Death's dark dome,
And Jefus calls his ranfom'd home,
Jefus, Jefus, &c.

Ye Sinners timely warming take,
Turn to the Lord, your Ways forfake,
And hope, thro' God's Almighty Pow'r
The happy Refurrection Hour.
Happy, Happy, &c.

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CHRIST the Lord is rifen to-day:
Sons of Men, and Angels fay,

Raise your Joys and Triumphs high,
Sing ye Heav'ns, and Earth reply.

Love's redeeming Work is done,
Fought the Fight, the Battle's won,
Lo! our Sun's Eclipfe is o'er,
Lo! he fets in Blood no more.

Lives again our glorious King,
Where O Death! is now thy fting;
Once he Dy'd, our Souls to fave,
Where's thy Victory, O Grave.

Soar we now, where Chrift has led,
Foll'wing our exalted Head;
Made like him, like him we rise,
Ours the Cross, the Grave, the Skies.

Hail

the Lord of Earth and Heaven,
Praise to thee, by both be given,
Thee we greet, Triumphant now,
Hail the Refurrection thou.

King of Glory! Soul of Blifs,
Everlafting Life is this,

Thee to know, thy Power to prove,
Thus to Sing, and thus to Love,

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O Jefus our afcended God,
New Honours let us raife,

And Sing the Triumphs of his Cross,
To his moft worthy Praise.

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