7 We are exposed all day to die
As martyrs for thy cause,

As sheep for slaughter bound we lie
By sharp and bloody laws.

8 Awake, arise, Almighty Lord;

Why sleeps thy wonted grace?

Why should we look like men abhorr'd,
Or banish'd from thy face?

9 Wilt thou for ever cast us off,
And still neglect our cries?
For ever hide thine heavenly love
From our afflicted eyes?

10 Down to the dust our soul is bow'd,
And dies upon the ground;
Rise for our help, rebuke the proud,
And all their powers confound.
11 Redeem us from perpetual shame,
Our Saviour and our God;
We plead the honours of thy name,
The merits of thy blood.

[Thy Father and thy God Hath without measure shed His Spirit, like a joyful oil, T' anoint thy sacred head.]

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1

1I

The personal glories & government of Christ.

'LL speak the honours of my King, His form divinely fair;

None of the sons of mortal race

May with the Lord compare.

2 Sweet is thy speech, and heavenly grace Upon thy lips is shed;

Thy God with blessings infinite

Hath crown'd thy sacred head.

3 Gird on thy sword, victorious prince, Ride with majestic sway;

Thy terrors shall strike thro' thy foes,
And make the world obey.

4 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands;
Thy word of grace shall prove
A peaceful sceptre in thy hands,
To rule the saints by love.

5 Justice and truth attend thee still,
But mercy is thy choice;

And God, thy God, thy soul shall fill With most peculiar joys.

Coombs, 45,

Christ and his church.

45

1

NOW

OW be my heart inspired to sing
The glories of my Saviour-King,
Jesus the Lord; how heavenly fair
His form! how bright his beauties are!

2 O'er all the sons of human race
He shines with a superior grace;
Love from his lips divinely flows,
And blessings all his state compose.

3 Dress thee in arms, most mighty Lord,
Gird on the terror of thy sword;
In majesty and glory ride,

With truth and meekness at thy side.

4 Thine anger, like a pointed dart,
Shall pierce the foes of stubborn heart
Or words of mercy, kind and sweet,
Shall melt the rebels at thy feet.

5 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands,
Grace is the sceptre in thy hands;
Thy laws and works are just and right
Justice and grace are thy delight.

6 God, thine own God, has richly shed
His oil of gladness on thy head,
And with his sacred Spirit bless'd
His first-born Son above the rest.

45 PART II. L. M. St. Mark's, 65.

1

Christ and his church.

THE King of saints, how fair his face,
Adorn'd with majesty and grace!
He comes with blessings from above,
And wins the nations to his love.

2 At his right hand our eyes behold
The queen array'd in purest gold;
The world admires her heavenly dress,
Her robe of joy and righteousness.

3 He forms her beauties like his own;
He calls and seats her near his throne:
Fair stranger, let thine heart forget
The idols of thy native state.

4 So shall the king the more rejoice
In thee, the favourite of his choice;
Let him be loved and yet adored,
For he 's thy Maker and thy Lord.
5 O happy hour, when thou shalt rise
To his fair palace in the skies,
And all thy sons (a numerous train)
Each like a prince in glory reign!

6 Let endless honours crown his head;
Let every age his praises spread;
While we with cheerful songs approve
The condescensions of his love.

46 PART I.

The church's safety and triumph.

1 OD is the refuge of his saints,

G When storms of sharp distress in

Ere we can offer our complaints, [vade; Behold him present with his aid.

2 Let mountains from their seats be hurl'd Down to the deep, and buried there; Convulsions shake the solid world; Our faith shall never yield to fear. 3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar, In sacred peace our souls abide, While every nation, every shore, Trembles and dreads the swelling tide. 4 There is a stream whose gentle flow Supplies the city of our God;

Life, love, and joy, still gliding through,
And watering our divine abode.

5 That sacred stream, thine holy word,
That all our raging fear controls;
Sweet peace thy promises afford,
And give new strength to fainting souls.
6 Zion enjoys her monarch's love,
Secure against a threatening hour;
Nor can her firm foundations move,
Built

46 PART II. L. M. Bromley, 104.

1

God fights for his church.

LET Zion in her King rejoice, Though tyrants rage and kingdoms He utters his almighty voice, [rise; The nations melt, the tumult dies. 2 The Lord of old for Jacob fought, And Jacob's God is still our aid; Beholds the works his hand has wrought, What desolations he has made.

3 From sea to sea, through all the shores, He makes the noise of battle cease; When from on high his thunder roars, He awes the trembling world to peace. 4 He breaks the bow, he cuts the spear, Chariots he burns with heavenly flame; Keep silence, all the earth, and hear The sound and glory of his name.

5 Be still, and learn that I am God; I'll be exalted o'er the lands,

I will be known and fear'd abroad, But still my throne in Zion stands.' 6 O Lord of hosts, almighty King, While we so near thy presence dwell, Our faith shall sit secure, and sing Defiance to the gates of hell.

2 Jesus, our God, ascends on high;
His heavenly guards around
Attend him rising through the sky,
With trumpet's joyful sound.

3 While angels shout and praise their King
Let mortals learn their strains;
Let all the earth his honours sing;
O'er all the earth he reigns.

4 Rehearse his praise with awe profound,
Let knowledge lead the song,
Nor mock him with a solemn sound
Upon a thoughtless tongue.

5 In Israel stood his ancient throne,
He loved that chosen race;
But now he calls the world his own,
And heathens taste his grace.

6 The British islands are the Lord's;
There Abraham's God is known;
While powers and princes, shields and
Submit before his throne. [*words.

48

1

PART I S. M. Lisbon, 547. Ver. 1-8. The church is the honour and safety of a nation.

[GREAT is the Lord our God,

And let his praise be great; He makes his churches his abode,

2 [Why doth he treat the poor with scorn,
Made of the self-same clay,
And boast as though his flesh were born
Of better dust than they?]

3 Not all his treasures can procure
His soul a short reprieve,

Redeem from death one guilty hour,
Or make his brother live.

4 [Life is a blessing can't be sold,
The ransom is too high;

Justice will ne'er be bribed with gold, That man may never die.]

5 He sees the brutish and the wise, The timorous and the brave,

Quit their possessions, close their eyes, And hasten to the grave.

6 Yet 't is his inward thought and pride,
'My house shall ever stand;
And that my name may long abide,
I'll give it to my land.'

7 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost;
How soon his memory dies!
His name is written in the dust,
Where his own carcase lies.

PAUSE.

8 This is the folly of their way;
And yet their sons, as vain,
Approve the words their father say,
And act their works again.

9 Men void of wisdom and of grace,
If honour raise them high,
Live like the beast, a thoughtless race,
And like the beast they die.

10 Laid in the grave like silly sheep,
Death feeds upon them there,
Till the last trumpet break their sleep
In terror and despair.

PART II. Ver. 14, 15.

YE

How glorious to behold!

Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes, And rites adorn'd with gold.

6 The God we worship now
Will guide us till we die;

Will be our God while here below,
And ours above the sky.

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PART I. C. M. Brighton, 208. Ver. 6-14. The vanity of life and riches.

1 WHY doth the man of riches grow To insolence and pride,

To see his wealth and honours flow
With every rising tide?

C. M.

Abridge, 201.

Death and the resurrection.

E sons of pride, that hate the just, And trample on the poor, When death has brought you down to

dust,

Your pomp shall rise no more.

2 The last great day shall change the scene;
When will that hour appear?
When shall the just revive, and reign
O'er all that scorn'd them here?

3 God will my naked soul receive,
When separate from the flesh;
And break the prison of the grave
To raise my bones afresh.

4 Heaven is my everlasting home,
The inheritance is sure;

Let men of pride their rage resume,
But I'll repine no more.

WHY do the proud insult the poor,

And boast the large estates they How vain are riches to secure [have? Their haughty owners from the grave! 2 They can't redeem one hour from death With all the wealth in which they trust; Nor give a dying brother breath, When God commands him down to dust. 3 There the dark earth and dismal shade Shall clasp their naked bodies round: That flesh, so delicately fed, Lies cold, and moulders in the ground.

Laid in the grave for worms to eat:
The saints shall in the morning rise,
And find the oppressor at their feet.

5 His honours perish in the dust,
And pomp and beauty, birth and blood;
That glorious day exalts the just
To full dominion o'er the proud.
6 My Saviour shall my life restore,
And raise me from my dark abode :
My flesh and soul shall part no more,
But dwell for ever near my God.

2 No more shall bold blasphemers say,
'Judgment will ne'er begin;
No more abuse his long delay,
To impudence and sin.

3 Throned on a cloud our God shall come,
Bright flames prepare his way;
Thunder and darkness, fire and storm,
Lead on the dreadful day.

4 Heaven from above his call shall hear, Attending angels come,

And earth and hell shall know, and fear, His justice and their doom.

5 But gather all my saints,' he cries, "That made their peace with God, By the Redeemer's sacrifice,

And seal'd it with his blood.

1

Ver. 1, 5, 8, 16, 21, 22. The judgment of hypocrites.

WHEN Christ to judgment shall de

WHE

scend,

And saints surround their Lord, He calls the nations to attend,

And hear his awful word.

2 Not for the want of bullocks slain Will I the world reprove;

3

Altars, and rites, and forms are vain,
Without the fire of love.

And what have hypocrites to do,
To bring their sacrifice?

They call my statutes just and true,
But deal in theft and lies.

4Could you expect to 'scape my sight, And sin without control?

But I shall bring your crimes to light, With anguish in your soul.'

5 Consider, ye that slight the Lord,
Before his wrath appear;

If once you fall beneath his sword,
There's no deliverer there.

Let hypocrites attend and fear,
Who place their hope in rites and forms,
But make not faith nor love their care.

2 Vile wretches dare rehearse his name
With lips of falsehood and deceit;
A friend or brother they defame,
And soothe and flatter those they hate.
3 They watch to do their neighbours wrong,
Yet dare to seek their Maker's face;
They take his covenant on their tongue,
But break his laws, abuse his grace.
4 To heaven they lift their hands unclean,
Defiled with lust, defiled with blood;
By night they practise every sin,
By day their mouths draw near to God.
5 And while his judgments long delay,
They grow secure and sin the more;
They think he sleeps as well as they,
And put far off the dreadful hour.

the Jew,

That paid the ancient worship or the new; There's no distinction here; come, spread their thrones,

And near me seat my favourites and my sons. 4 'I their Almighty Saviour and their God,

I am their Judge; ye heavens proclaim abroad
My just eternal sentence, and declare
Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear;
Sinners in Zion, tremble and retire ;

I doom the painted hypocrite to fire.

5 'Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain,
Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain,
Without the flames of love; in vain the store
Of brutal offerings that were mine before;
Mine are the tamer beast and savage breed,
Flocks, herds, and fields, and forests where
they feed.

6 If I were hungry, would I ask thee food?
When did I thirst, or drink thy bullocks' blood?
Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows,
Thy solemn chatterings, and fantastic vows?
Are my eyes charm'd thy vestments to behold,
Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold?

7 'Unthinking wretch! how could'st thou hope to please

A God, a spirit, with such toys as these?
While with my grace and statutes on thy tongue
Thou lovest deceit, and dost thy brother wrong,
In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends,
Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends.
8 'Silent I waited with long-suffering love,
But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove?
And cherish such an impious thought within,
That God the righteous would indulge thy sin?
Behold my terrors now, my thunders roll,
And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul.'
9 Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise;
Awake before this dreadful morning rise;
Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works
amend,

Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend,
Lest, like a lion, his last vengeance tear
Your trembling souls, and no deliverer near.

north;

From east to west the sovereign orders spread, Through distant worlds and regions of the dead. The trumpet sounds; hell trembles; heaven rejoices;

Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 2 Mo more shall atheists mock his long delay; His vengeance sleeps no more; behoid the day; Behold the Judge descends; his guards are nigh;

Tempest and fire attend him down the sky. When God appears, all nature shall adore him, While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. 3 Heaven, earth, and hell, draw near; let all things come

To hear my justice and the sinner's doom: But gather first my saints,' the Judge commands, [lands.' 'Bring them, ye angels, from their distant When Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion, And shout, ye saints, he comes for your salvation. 4 Behold, my covenant, stands for ever good,

Seal'd by the eternal sacrifice in blood, [Jew, And sign'd with all their names; the Greek, the That paid the ancient worship or the new: There's no distinction here; join all your voices, And raise your heads, ye saints, for heaven rejoices.

5 Here,' saith the Lord, 'ye angels, spread their thrones,

And near me seat my favourites and my sons; Come, my redeem'd, possess the joys prepared Ere time began; 't is your divine reward." When Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion, And shout, ye saints, he comes for your salvation

6

PAUSE THE FIRST.

I am the Saviour, I the Almighty God,

I am the Judge: ye heavens, proclaim abroad My just eternal sentence, and declare Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear.' When God appears, all nature shall adore him; While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. 7'Stand forth, thou bold blasphemer and profane, [vain;

Now feel my wrath, nor call my threat'nings Thou hypocrite, once dress'd in saint's attire, I doom the painted hypocrite to fire.' [joices: Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; heaven re8 Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain, Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain, Without the flames of love; in vain the store Of brutal offerings that were mine before." Earth is the Lord's; all nature shall adore him ; While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. 9 If I were hungry, would I ask thee food?

When did I thirst, or drink thy bullocks' blood? Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed, Flocks, herds, and fields, and forests where

they feed;'

All is the Lord's; he rules the wide creation; Gives sinners vengeance, and the saints salvation. 10 'Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows, Thy solemn chatterings and fantastic vows