COME my Brethen, let us join,
In a facred Song divine,
Jefus fhall the fubject be.
Who hath liv'd and dy'd for me.
Now prepare your Hearts to fing,
Glory to our God and King,
Now a Shout of Triumph raife,
Fill the Heavens with Jefu's Praife.
Hallelujah to the Lamb,
All aloud his Love proclaim,
He for Sinners freely dy'd
He for us was crucify'd.
When we fing his Love compleat,
All our Sorrows we forget,
On this Theme we gladly dwell,
Boundless Love! that faves from Hell.
Clouds of Unbelief and Fear,
Flee before the Morning Star ;
Lord, diffuse a brighter Ray,
Shine unto the perfect Day.
Join with us, ye heavenly Choirs,
Whom the Saviour's Love infpires,
May we never cease our Song,
While we have an Heart or Tongue,
Come let us Praife,
Our Jefus, our Friend,.
With Saints and with Angels,
That live round the Throne,
We join in the Praises
Of God's only Son.
His unfathom'd Love
We'll ftand and admire,
When raised above,
We'll join in the Choir,
And while we are gazing,
On his lovely Face,
Our Hearts fhall be ravish'd,
With Joy and with Peace.
O may we be ftrong
In Jefus's Grace,
And all our Life long,
Be fpent in his Praife:
Let us without ceafing,
His Mercy proclaim,
And tell of his Goodness,
To the fons of Men..
OM E and let us fweetly join
Chrift to Praise in Hymns divine,
Give we all with one accord,
Glory to our common Lord:
Strive we in Affection, ftrive,
Let the purer Flame revive,
Such as in the Martyrs glow'd!
Dying Champions for their God.
Sing we then in Jefu's Name,
Now as Yesterday the fame,
One in every Age and Place,
Full of Love, of Truth and Grace :
Christ is now gone up on high,
(Thither may our Wishes fly)
Sits at God's right Hand above,
There with him we reign in Love.
COD whofe Glory fills the Heaven,
Unto Thee,
One in Three,
Ceafeless Bliss be given.
Thou shalt always be adored,
High enthron'd,
Prais'd and own'd,
By thy Saints restored.
Thou haft drawn our Souls and loved,
We have known,
Thee our own,
Thee our Father proved.
Thou haft us again begotten,
From the Dead,
We are freed,
Heaven to us is open.
Thou in us, haft Chrift revealed
Let us know,
We in Him are fealed.
Give us thine abiding Spirit,
Manifeft,
In our Breaft,
Ye Sons of Men attend,
To the Language of my Tongue,
Jefus is become my Friend,
Now my Jefus is my Song,
Loft and naked, him I fought,
I look'd, to find him in the Night,
Now I to his Feet am brought,
And he fills me with his Light.
Satan, where is now thy Boaft?!
Hell! O where is now thy Prey?
Where's the Lamb who late was Loft?
The poor Sheep, who went aftray?
Lo! 'tis in the Saviour's Arms,
'Tis in Jefu's Bofom laid,
I am got above thy: Charms,
My great Price, my Debt is paid.
Underneath my Saviour's Wings,
Now I fit with great delight,
Full of Love my Spirit fings!
O the bleffed glorious Sight!
Jefus, my Redeemer ftands.
And thews his Wounds were made for me,
Keep me, Jefus, in thy Hands,
Fill! O fill my Soul with Thee.
HYMN XIX.
The Triumph of Faith.
EAD of the Church triumphant !
We joyfully adore thee;
Till thou appear,
Thy Members here
Shall fing like thofe in Glory.
We lift our Hearts and Voices
With bleft Anticipation,
And cry aloud,
And give to God
The Praife of our Salvation.
While in Affliction's Furnace,
And paffing thro' the Fire,
Thy Love we praise,
Which knows our Days,
And ever brings us nigher.
We clap our Hands exulting,
In thine Almighty Favour,
The Love divine
Which made us thine
Shall keep us thine for ever.
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