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Soon our Saviour will return
Triumphant in the Skies: Yet a Season, and you know
Happy Entrance will be giv'n, All our Sorrows lest below,
And Earth exchang'd for Heav'n.
Men, T O we are journeying to our God,
.lj Bid, by the Spirit Come,
Worn. And in the Way his Children tred,
We walk a narrow Path and rough,
And we are tir'd and weak; Yet soon Jhall we have Rest enough.
In those blejl Courts we seek.
Farewel, false, treacherous World, farewel^ .
To better Worlds we go;
To cease from Toil below.
Our Saviour calls us; there is room
For us, — and we believe;
Thypromis'd Kingdom give.
"D I S E, O ye Seed of David, rife,
XJp, Sons of Jacob, Jesus praise,
Our Souls arise, and may our Tongue.
Be tun'd to praise the Lamb! So ready be our ransom'd Throng
To magnify his Name?.
Why stay we then? the Lord extol,
Zion, break forth in Praise; Join ev'ry heav'n/y-minded Soul,.
In pure seraphic Lays.
Open ye everlasting Doors,
Divide ye Gates of Bliss,
Praise Christ our Righteousness.
H Y M. N VI.
Salvation to the Lamb,
POOR Sinner, come, cast off thy Fear,..
Jesus, who once was Dead.
To joiii to Jesu's Name:
Saints, from the Garden to the Cross,,
Your Conqu'ring Lord pursue, Who, dearly, to redeem your Souls,
Groan'd, bled, and dy'd for you:
Now. Now reigns victorious over Death,
The glorious, great, I Am,
Salvation to the Lamb.
When we ineurr'd the Wrath of God,
(Alas! what could we worse)
Redeem'd us from the Curse:
Was roasted in the Flame,
Salvation to the Lamb.
NO W with joint Consent we sing
Now we fee each others Face,
Gladly we unite in Praise,
While we taste our Saviour's Lovev
Doubts and Fears, and Cares remove;
Let us walk with God below,
In his Likeness daily grow.
'Till our joyful Spirits rife,
To behold hrm in the Skies.
HYMN HYMN VIII. HYMN IX.
Adding to the Church,
HAIL! fellow Strangers, here'below,.
May God our Saviour; worship'd here,
Prepare your Place in Heav'n, Soon make you in the Land appear,
From whence you now are driv'n.
COME my Brethren, Israel's Race,
My Jesus do I Sing;
But help ! O help meto proclaim,
Others sing their Time away,
Who Jesus never knew; Ought not we to pass our Day
In Joy and Singing too? Others, have they cause to bless?
The Children of the King have more; They have Christ, their Righteousness!
Their Glory, Peace and Pow'r.
Bow thy Throne, thou Son of God!
And with a living Coal
Inspire each drowsy Soul.
Or fully who can sing thy Praise?
Tea,ch ! teach us heav'nly Lays.
JESUS, thy Name is sweet to me,