5 Jesus, the Lord, shall guard me safe
From every ill design;
And to his heavenly kingdom keep
This feeble soul of mine.

6 God is my everlasting aid,
And hell shall rage in vain;
To him be highest glory paid,
And endless praise-Amen.

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of his church. Isa. lxiii. 1—3, &c. W comes travelling in state WHAT mighty man, or mighty God,

Along the Idumean road,

Away from Bozrah's gate?

2 The glory of his robes proclaim 'T is some victorious king;.

"T is I, the Just, th' Almighty One, That your salvation bring.'

3 'Why, mighty Lord,' thy saints inquire, "Why thine apparel red?

And all thy vesture stain'd like those
Who in the wine-press tread?'
4 'I by myself have trod the press,
And crush'd my foes alone;

My wrath has struck the rebels dead,
My fury stamp'd them down.

5 T is Edom's blood that dyes my robes With joyful scarlet stains;

The triumph that my raiment wears
Sprung from their bleeding veins.

6 Thus shall the nations be destroy'd
That dare insult my saints;

I have an arm to avenge their wrongs, An ear for their complaints.'

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C. M. Staughton, 265. Auburn, 517. The ruin of Antichrist. Isa. lxiii.4-7.

"I

LIFT my banner,' saith the Lord, 'Where Antichrist has stood; The city of my gospel foes

Shall be a field of blood.

2. My heart has studied just revenge,
And now the day appears,
The day of my redeem'd is come,
To wipe away their tears.

3Quite weary is my patience grown,
And bids my fury go:

Swift as the lightning it shall move,
And be as fatal too.

4 'I call for helpers, but in vain:
Then has my gospel none?

Well, mine own arm has might enough To crush my foes alone.

5 Slaughter and my devouring sword
Shall walk the streets around;

Babel shall reel beneath my stroke,
And stagger to the ground.'

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L. M. Finsbury, 156. Perfection, 337. Prayer for deliverance answered. Isa. xxvi. 8-20.

IN

N thine own ways, O God of love, We wait the visits of thy grace; Our souls' desire is to thy name, And the remembrance of thy face. My thoughts are searching, Lord, for thee, 'Mongst the black shades of lonesome night;

My earnest cries salute the skies
Before the dawn restore the light
3 Look, how rebellious men deride
The tender patience of my God;
But they shall see thy lifted hand,
And feel the scourges of thy rod.
4 Hark! the Eternal rends the sky,
A voice of music to his friends,
A mighty voice before him goes:
But threatening thunder to his foes.

5 Come, children, to your Father's arms,
Hide in the chambers of my grace,
Till the fierce storms be overblown,
And my revenging fury cease.

6 My sword shall boast its thousands slain,
And drink the blood of haughty kings,
While heavenly peace around my flock
Stretches its soft and shady wings.

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PART I. C. M. Condescension, 116. Condescending grace. Psa. cxxxviii. 6. WHEN the Eternal bows the skies

To visit earthly things,
With scorn divine he turns his eyes
From towers of haughty kings.
2 He bids his awful chariot roll
Far downward from the skies,
To visit every humble soul
With pleasure in his eyes.

3 Why should the Lord that reigns above Disdain so lofty kings?

Say, Lord, and why such looks of love
Upon such worthless things?

4 Mortals, be dumb; what creature dares Dispute his awful will ?

Ask no account of his affairs,
But tremble and be still.

5 Just like his nature is his grace,
All sovereign and all free:

Great God, how searchless are thy ways, How deep thy judgments be!

His hopes are fix'd above the sky, And faith forbids his fear.

2 His conscience knows no secret stings, While peace and joy combine

To form a life whose holy springs
Are hidden and divine.

3 He waits in secret on his God;
His God in secret sees;

Let earth be all in arms abroad,
He dwells in heavenly peace.

4 His pleasures rise from things unseen, Beyond this world and time,

Where neither eyes nor ears have been, Nor thoughts of sinners climb.

5 He wants no pomp nor royal throne
To raise his figure here:

Content and pleased to live unknown,
Till Christ his life appear.

6 He looks to heaven's eternal hill
To meet that glorious day:

But patient waits his Saviour's will
To fetch his soul away.

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Handel's Hymn, 96. Strength from heaven. Isa. xl. 27-30⚫ WHENCE do our mournful thoughts

arise?

And where 's our courage fled?
Has restless sin and raging hell
Struck all our comforts dead?

2 Have we forgot th' Almighty name
That form'd the earth and sea?
And can an all-creating arm
Grow weary or decay?

3 Treasures of everlasting might
In our Jehovah dwell;

He gives the conquest to the weak,
And treads their foes to hell.

4 Mere mortal power shall fade and die,
And youthful vigour cease;
But we that wait upon the Lord
Shall feel our strength increase.

5 The saints shall mount on eagles' wings,
And taste the promised bliss,
Till their unwearied feet arrive
Where perfect pleasure is.

33 C. M. London, 180. Langshaw, 424. The righteousness of God. Gen. xviii. 25.

1 SHALL atheists dare insult the cross
Of our Redeemer, God?
Shall infidels reproach his laws,
Or trample on his blood?

2 What if he choose mysterious ways
To cleanse us from our faults?

May not the works of sovereign grace
Transcend our feeble thoughts?
What if his gospel bids us fight
With flesh, and self, and sin?
The prize is most divinely bright
That we are call'd to win.

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4 What if the foolish and the poor
His glorious grace partake?
This but confirms his truth the more,
For so the prophets spake.

5 Do some that own his sacred name
Indulge their souls in sin?

Jesus shall never bear the blame,
His laws are pure and clean.

6 Then let our faith grow firm and strong, Our lips profess his word;

Nor blush nor fear to walk among
The men that love the Lord.

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PART I. L. M. Oswestry, 514. The gospel the power of God to salvation. Rom. i. 16.

WHAT shall the dying sinner do

That seeks relief for all his woe? Where shall the guilty conscience find Ease for the torment of the mind?

2 How shall we get our crimes forgiven, Or form our natures fit for heaven? Can souls all o'er defiled with sin Make their own powers and passions clean ?

3 In vain we search, in vain we try,
Till Jesus brings his gospel nigh;
'Tis there such power and glory dwell
As saves rebellious souls from hell.

4 This is the pillar of our hope,
That bears our fainting spirits up:
We read the grace, we trust the word,
And find salvation in the Lord.

5 Let men or angels dig the mines
Where nature's golden treasure shines,
Brought near the doctrine of the cross,
All nature's gold appears but dross.
6 Should vile blasphemers, with disdain,
Pronounce the truths of Jesus vain;
I'll meet the scandal and the shame,
And sing and triumph in his name.

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PART II. C. M. Devizes, 14.
None excluded from hope. Rom. i. 16

JESUS, thy blessings are not few,
Nor is thy gospel weak:

Thy grace can melt the stubborn Jew,
And bow th' aspiring Greek.

2 Wide as the reach of Satan's rage Doth thy salvation flow:

"T is not confined to sex or age,
The lofty or the low.

3 While grace is offered to the prince,
The poor may take their share:
No mortal has a just pretence
To perish in despair.

4 Be wise, ye men of strength and wit,
Nor boast your native powers;
But to his sovereign grace submit,
And glory shall be yours.

5 Come, all ye vilest sinners, come,
He'll form your souls anew:
His gospel and his heart have room
For rebels such as you.

6 His doctrine is almighty love:
There 's virtue in his name
To turn the raven to a dove,
The lion to a lamb.

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NOT by the laws of innocence

Can Adam's sons arrive at heaven;
New works can give us no pretence
To have our ancient sins forgiven.

2 Not the best deeds that we have done
Can make a wounded conscience whole;
Faith is the grace, and faith alone,
That flies to Christ and saves the soul.

3 Lord, I believe thy heavenly word,
Fain would I have my soul renew'd;
I mourn for sin, and trust the Lord'
To have it pardon'd and subdued.
4 O may thy grace its power display;
Let guilt and death no longer reign;
Save me in thine appointed way,
Nor let my humble faith be vain.

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PART II. C. M. Charmouth, 28. Truth, sincerity, &c. Phil. iv. 8. 1 LET those who bear the Christian name Their holy vows fulfil:

The saints, the followers of the Lamb,
Are men of honour still.

2 True to the solemn oaths they take,
Though to their hurt they swear;
Constant and just to all they speak,
For God and angels hear.

3 Still with their lips their hearts agree, Nor flattering words devise:

They know the God of truth can see
Through every false disguise.

4 They hate th' appearance of a lie
In all the shapes it wears:

They live in truth; and when they die,
Eternal life is theirs.

5 While hypocrites and liars fly

Before the Judge's frown,

His faithful friends, who fear a lie,
Receive th' immortal crown.

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A lovely carriage. Gal. v. 22.

'T IS a lovely thing to see

A man of prudent heart,

3 Their minds are humble, mild, and Nor let their fury rise; meek,

Nor passion moves their lips to speak, Nor pride exalts their eyes.

4 Their frame is prudence mix'd with love Good works fulfil their day:

They join the serpent with the dove,
But cast the sting away.

5 Such was the Saviour of mankind;
Such pleasures he pursued;

His flesh and blood were all refined,
His soul divinely good.

6 Lord, can these plants of virtue grow In such a heart as mine?

Thy grace my nature can renew,
And make my soul like thine.

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PART I. L. M. Angel's Hymn, 60, Christ's humiliation, exaltation, & triumph. Phil. ii. 8, 9. Mark xv. 20, 24, 29. Col. ii. 15.

THE

HE mighty frame of glorious grace, That brightest monument of praise, That e'er the God of love design'd, Employs and fills my labouring mind. 2 Begin, my soul, the heavenly song, A burden for an angel's tongue:

When Gabriel sounds these awful things, He tunes and summons all his strings.. 3 Proclaim inimitable love

Jesus, the Lord of worlds above,
Puts off the beams of bright array,
And veils the God in mortal clay!

4 What black reproach defiled his name
When with our sins he took our shame!
He whom adoring angels bless'd,
Is made the impious rebel's jest.

5 He that distributes crowns and thrones
Hangs on a tree, and bleeds, and groans!
The Prince of Life resigns his breath,
The King of Glory bows to death!
6 But see the wonders of his power,
He triumphs in his dying hour;
And, while by Satan's rage he fell,
He dash'd the rising hopes of hell.

7 Thus were the hosts of death subdued,
And sin was drown'd in Jesu's blood:7
Thus he arose and reigns above,
And conquers sinners by his love.

8 Who shall fulfil this boundless song?
The theme surmounts an angel's tongue;
How low, how vain are mortal airs,
When Gabriel's nobler harp despairs!

To act a useful part.

2 When envy, strife, and wars begin

In little angry souls,

Mark how the sons of peace come in, And

Zeal and fortitude. Rom. i, 16.

I believe what Jesus saith, And think his gospel true? Lord, make me bold to own my faith,

2 Suppress my shame, subdue my fear,
Arm me with heavenly zeal,
That I may make thy power appear,
And works of praise fulfil.

3 If men shall see my virtue shine,
And spread my name abroad,

Thine is the power, the praise is thine,
My Saviour and my God.

4 Thus when the saints in glory meet,
Their lips proclaim thy grace;
They cast their honours at thy feet,
And own their borrow'd rays.

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5 Here all the ancient types agree,
The altar and the lamb;
And prophets in their visions see
Salvation through his name.

6 "T is by thy death we live, O Lord;
"T is on thy cross we rest:
For ever be thy love adored,
Thy name for ever bless'd.

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PART II. L. M. New Sabbath, 122. The universal law of equity. Matt. viii. 12.

Holy fortitude. 2 Tim. ii. 3. AMI a soldier of the cross?

follower of the Lamb?

And shall I fear to own his cause,
Or blush to speak his name?

2 Must I be carried to the skies

On flowery beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,
And sail'd through bloody seas?

3 Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?

4 Sure I must fight if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord!
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.

5 Thy saints in all this glorious war
Shall conquer, though they die;
They see the triumph from afar,
And seize it with their eye.

6 When that illustrious day shall rise, And all thy armies shine

In robes of victory through the skies, The glory shall be thine.

Yet nature ne'er hath found

The way to make the conscience clean, Or heal the painful wound.

2 In vain we seek for peace with (-od By methods of our own;

Jesus, there's nothing but thy blood Can bring us near the throne.

3 The threatenings of thy broken law
Impress our souls with dread;

If God his sword of vengeance draw,
It strikes our spirits dead.

4 But thine illustrious sacrifice

Hath answer'd these demands; And peace and pardon from the skies Come down by Jesu's hands.

'To do to all men just the same As we expect or wish from them."

2 This golden lesson, short and plain,
Gives not the mind or memory pain;
And every conscience must approve
This universal law of love.

3 How bless'd would every nation be,
Thus ruled by love and equity!
All would be friends without a foe,
And form a paradise below.

4 Jesus, forgive us, that we keep
Thy sacred law of love asleep;
No more let envy, wrath, and pride,
But thy bless'd maxims be our guide.

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C. M. Michael's, 119.
God's tender care of his church.
Isa. xlix. 13, &c.

NOW shall my inward joys arise,

And burst into a song: Almighty love inspires my heart, And pleasure tunes my tongue.

2 God on his thirsty Zion-hill

Some mercy-drops has thrown,
And solemn oaths have bound his love
To shower salvation down.

3 Why do we then indulge our fears,
Suspicions and complaints?
Is he a God, and shall his grace
Grow weary of his saints?

4 Can a kind woman e'er forget
The infant of her womb,

And, 'mongst a thousand tender thoughts, Her suckling have no room?

5 Yet,' saith the Lord, 'should nature