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PART II. L. M. Bromley, 104. His oil of gladness on thy head,

God fights for his church.
And with his sacred Spirit bless'd
His first-born Son above the rest.

IT ET Zion in her King rejoice,

U Though tyrants rage and kingdoms
He utters his almighty voice, [rise ;

The nations melt, the tumult dies. 15 Part II. L. M. St. Mark's, 65.

2 The Lord of old for Jacob fought, Christ and his church.

And Jacob's God is still our aid; 1 THE King of saints, how fair his face, Beholds the works his hand has wrought,

1 Adorn’d with majesty and grace! What desolations he has made. He comes with blessings from above,

| 3 From sea to sea, through all the shores, And wins the nations to his love.

He makes the noise of battle cease ; 2 At his right hand our eyes behold

When from on high his thunder roars, The queen array'd in purest gold;

He awes the trembling world to peace. The world admires her heavenly dress, 4 He breaks the bow, he cuts the spear, Her robe of joy and righteousness.

Chariots he burns with heavenly flame; 3 He forms her beauties like his own;

Keep silence, all the earth, and hear He calls and seats her near his throne:

The sound and glory of his name. Fair stranger, let thine heart forget 5. Be still, and learn that I am God; The idols of thy native state.

I 'll be exalted o'er the lands,

I will be known and fear'd abroad, 4 So shall the king the more rejoice

But still my throne in Zion stands.' In thee, the favourite of his choice ; Let him be loved and yet adored, 6 O Lord of hosts, almighty King, For he's thy Maker and thy Lord.

While we so near thy presence dwell,

Our faith shall sit secure, and sing 5 O happy hour, when thou shalt rise

Defiance to the gates of hell.
To his fair palace in the skies,
And all thy sons (a numerous train)

C. M. America, 265.
Each like a prince in glory reign!

Christ ascending and reigning. 6 Let endless honours crown his head;

1 FOR a shout of sacred joy Let every age his praises spread; While we with cheerful songs approve

To God the Sovereign King! The condescensions of his love.

Let every land their tongues employ,

And hymns of triumph sing.

2 Jesus, our God, ascends on high; PART I. L. M. Refuge, 489.

His heavenly guards around

Attend him rising through the sky, The church's safety and triumph.

With trumpet's joyful sound. 1 Cod is the refuge of his saints,

3 While angels shout and praise their King U When storms of sharp distress in- io

Let mortals learn their strains ; Ere we can offer our complaints, [vade; Let all the earth his honours sing; Behold him present with his aid.

O'er all the earth he reigns. 2 Let mountains from their seats be hurl'a 4 Rehearse his praise with awe profound, Down to the deep, and buried there;

Let knowledge lead the song, Convulsions shake the solid world;

Nor mock him with a solemn sound Our faith shall never yield to fear.

Upon a thoughtless tongue. 3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar, 5 In Israel stood his ancient throne, In sacred peace our souls abide,

He loved that chosen race; While every nation, every shore,

But now he calls the world his own, Trembles and dreads the swelling tide. And heathens taste his grace. 4 There is a stream whose gentle flow

| 6 The British islands are the Lord's; Supplies the city of our God;

There Abraham's God is known; Life, love, and joy, still gliding through,

| While powers and princes, shields and And watering our divine abode.

Submit before his throne. [swords, 5 That sacred stream, thine holy word, That all our raging fear controls;

PART I S. M. Lisbon, 547. Sweet peace thy promises afford,

Ver. 1–8. The church is the honour And give new strength to fainting soul

and safety of a nation. 6 Zion enjoys her monarch's love,

T REAT is the Lord our God, Secure against a threatening hour;

And let his praise be great; Nor can her firm foundations move,

He makes his churches his abode, Built on his truth, and arm'd with power. His most delightful seat.

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2 These temples of his grace,

How beautiful they stand!
The honours of our native place,

And bulwarks of our land.] 3 In Zion God is known,

A refuge in distress;
How bright has his salvation shone

Through all her palaces !
4 When kings against her join’d,

And saw the Lord was there, In wild confusion of the mind

They fled with hasty fear.
5 When navies tall and proud

Attempt to spoil our peace,
He sends his tempest roaring loud,

And sinks them in the seas. 6 Oft have our fathers told,

Our eyes have often seen,
How well our God secures the fold

Where his own sheep have been. 7 In every new distress

We'll to his house repair,
We'll think upon his wondrous grace,
And seek deliverance there.

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.

7 Vain 1 give it tame mer stand and pride

48 PART II. S. M. Rothsay, 249.

PAUSE.
Ver. 10-14. Beauty of the church. 18 This is the folly of their way :

And yet their sons, as vain,
TAR as thy name is known

Approve the words their father say,
The world declares thy praise ;

And act their works again.
Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne
Their songs of honour raise.

9 Men void of wisdom and of grace,

If honour raise them high, | 2 With joy let Judah stand

Live like the beast, a thoughtless race,
On Zion's chosen hill,

And like the beast they die.
Proclaim the wonders of thy hand,
And counsels of thy will.

10 Laid in the grave like silly sheep,

Death feeds upon them there,
Let strangers walk around

Till the last trumpet break their sleep
The city where we dwell,

In terror and despair. Compass and view thine holy ground,

And mark the building well : 14 The orders of thy house,

PART II. C. M. Abridge, 201. The worship of thy court,

19 Ver. 14, 15. Death and the resurThe cheerful songs, the solemn vows;

rection. And make a fair report.

1 YE sons of pride, that hate the just, 5 How decent and how wise !

1 And trample on the poor, How glorious to behold !

When death has brought you down to Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes,

dust,
And rites adorn'd with gold.

Your pomp shall rise no more.
The God we worship now

2 The last great day shall change the scene; Will guide us till we die;

When will that hour appear? Will be our God while here below,

When shall the just revive, and reign And ours above the sky.

O'er all that scorn'd them here?

| 3 God will my naked soul receive, PART I. C. M. Brighton, 208. When separate from the flesh; Ver. 6–14. The vanity of life and And break the prison of the grave riches.

To raise my bones afresh. WHY doth the man of riches grow 4 Heaven is my everlasting home, To insolence and pride,

The inheritance is sure; To see his wealth and honours flow

Let men of pride their rage resume, With every rising tide?

But I'll repine no more.

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L. M. Truro, 105.

O'er all the cattle of the hills Rich sinner's death-saint's resur I claim a right divine. rection.

2 'I ask no sheep for sacrifice, I WHY do the proud insult the poor,

Nor bullocks burnt with fire;
V And boast the large estates they

1 To hope and love, to pray and praise, How vain are riches to secure shave?

Is all that I require. Their haughty owners from the grave! 3 Call upon me when trouble 's near, 2 They can't redeem one hour from death

My hand shall set thee free ; With all the wealth in which they trust;

Then shall thy thankful lips declare Nor give a dying brother breath,

The honour due to me. When God commands him down to dust. 4 'The man that offers humble praise, 3 There the dark earth and dismal shade

He glorifies me best; Shall clasp their naked bodies round:

And those that tread my holy ways That flesh, so delicately fed,

Shall my salvation taste.' Lies cold, and moulders in the ground.

150 Part III. C. M. Charmouth, 28. 4 Like thoughtless sheep the sinner dies, I

Ver. 1, 5, 8, 16, 21, 22. The judgment Laid in the grave for worms to eat: The saints shall in the morning rise,

of hypocrites. And find the oppressor at their feet. 1 W HEN Christ to judgment shall de. 5 His honours perish in the dust,

scend,

And saints surround their Lord,
And pomp and beauty, birth and blood ; |

He calls the nations to attend,
That glorious day exalts the just
To full dominion o'er the proud.

And hear his awful word. 6 My Saviour shall my life restore,

2 Not for the want of bullocks slain

Will I the world reprove;
And raise me from my dark abode :
My flesh and soul shall part no more,

Altars, and rites, and forms are yain, But dwell for ever near my God.

Without the fire of love.

3 And what have hypocrites to do, 50 Part I. c. M. Canterbury, 199.

To bring their sacrifice ? JV Ver. 1-6. Last judgment; or, the

They call my statutes just and true,

But deal in theft and lies. saints rewarded.

4. Could you expect to 'scape my sight, I THE Lord, the Judge, before his throne

And sin without control? 1 Bids the whole earth draw nigh,

But I shall bring your crimes to light, The nations near the rising sun, And near the western sky.

With anguish in your soul.' 2 No more shall bold blasphemers say,

5 Consider, ye that slight the Lord,

Before his wrath appear; "Judgment will ne'er begin;'

If once you fall beneath his sword,
No more abuse his long delay,

There's no deliverer there.
To impudence and sin.
3 Throned on a cloud our God shall come, Ko L. M. Job, 474.
Bright flames prepare his way;

Hypocrisy exposed.
Thunder and darkness, fire and storm,
Lead on the dreadful day.

JITHE Lord, the Judge, his churches

warns, 4 Heaven from above his call shall hear, | Let hypocrites attend and fear, Attending angels come,

Who place their hope in rites and forms, And earth and hell shall know, and fear, But inake not faith nor love their care. His justice and their doom.

2 Vile wretches dare rehearse his name 5.But gather all my saints,' he cries, With lips of falsehood and deceit;

That made their peace with God, A friend or brother they defame, By the Redeemer's sacrifice,

And soothe and tlatter those they hate. And seal'd it with his blood.

3 They watch to do their neighbours wrong, 6 “Their faith and works, brought forth to | Yet dare to seek their Maker's face ;

Shall make the world confess (light, They take his covenant on their tongue, My sentence of reward is right,

But break his laws, abuse his grace. And heaven adore my grace.'

4 To heaven they lift their hands unclean,

Defiled with lust, defiled with blood; 50 PART II. C. M. Great Milton, 212, |

By night they practise every sin, V Ver. 8, 10, 11, 14, 15, 23. Obedience By day their mouths draw near to God. is better thun sacrifice.

5 And while his judgments long delay, HUS saith the Lord, “The spacious They grow secure and sin the more ; fields,

They think he sleeps as well as they, And flocks and herds are mine:

And put far off the dreadful hour.

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6 O dreadful hour when God draws near,

Old 50th, 233.
And sets their crimes before their eyes
His wrath their guilty souls shall tear,

The last judgment.
And no deliverer dare to rise.

1 THE God of glory sends his suminous forth,

1 Calls the south nations, and awakes the New 50th. Madrid, 314.

north;

From east to west the sovereign orders spread, The last judgment.

Through distant worlds and regions of the dead. THE Lord, the Sovereign, sends his summons The trumpet sounds; hell trembles; heaven reforth,

joices; Calls the south nations, and awakes the north ; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. From east to west the sounding orders spread,

2 Mo more shall atheists mock his long delay; Through distant worlds and regions of the dead;

His vengeance sleeps no more; behold the day; No more shall atheists mock his long delay;

Behold the Judge descends; his guards are His vengeance sleeps no more; behold the day!

nigh; 1 2 Behold, the Judge descends; his guards are Tempest and fire attend him down the sky. nigh;

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

things come To hear his justice, and the sinner's doom :

To hear my Justice and the sinner's doom : But gather first my saints,' the Judge com But gather first my saints,' the Judge commands;

[lands.' * Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands.

“Bring them, ye angels, from their distant 3. Behold, my covenant stands for ever good, When Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion, Seal'd by the eternal sacrifice in blood;

And shout, ye saints, he comes for your salvation. And sign'd with all their names; the Greek, 4 Behold, my covenant, stands for ever good, the Jew,

| Seal'd by the eternal sacrifice in blood, [Jew, That paid the ancient worship or the new :

| And sign'd with all their names; the Greek, the There's no distinction here; come, spread their That paid the ancient worship or the new:' thrones,

There's no distinction here ; join all your voices, And near me seat my favourites and my sons. And raise your heads, ye saints, for heaven re4'I their Almighty Saviour and their God,

joices. I am their Judge; ye heavens proclain abroad

5. Here,' saith the Lord,'ye angels, spread their My just eternal sentence, and declare

thrones, Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear;

And near me seat my favourites and my sons; Sinners in Zion, tremble and retire;

Come, my redeem'd, possess the joys prepared I doom the painted hypocrite to fire.

Ere time began; 't is your divine reward.' 5 Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain, When Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion, Do I condemn thee; balls and goats are vain,

And shout, ye saints, he comes for your salvation
Without the flames of love; in vain the store
Of brutal offerings that were mine before ;

PAUSE THE FIRST.
Mine are the tamer beast and savage breed,
Flocks, herds, and fields, and forests where 1 6 I am the Saviour, I the Almighty God,
they feed.

I am the Judge: ye heavens, proclaim abroad 16.If I were hungry, would I ask thee food ?

My just eternal sentence, and declare When did I thirst, or drink thy bullocks'blood ?

Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear.' Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows,

When God appears, all nature shall adore him ; Thy solemn chatterings, and fantastic vows ?

While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. Are my eyes charm'd thy vestments to behold, 17 Stand forth, thou bold blasphemer and proGlaring in gems, and gay in woven gold?

fane,

(vain; 7 Unthinking wretch! how could'st thou hope

Now feel my wrath, nor call my threat’nings to please

Thou hypocrite, once dress'd in saint's attire, A God, a spirit, with such toys as these?

I doom the painted hypocrite to fire. (joices: While with my grace and statutes on thy tongue

Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; heaven reThou lovest deceit, and dost thy brother wrong,

Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerfal voices. la vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends,

8 Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain, Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends. Do I condemn thee : bulls and goats are vain, 8 Silent I waited with long-suffering love,

Without the flames of love ; in vain the store But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove?

Of brutal offerings that were mine before.' And cherish such an impious thought within,

Earth is the Lord's; all nature shall adore him : That God the righteous would indulge thy sin ?

While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. Behold my terrors now, my thunders roll,

9 If I were hungry, would I ask thee food ? And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul.' When did I thirst, or drink thy bullocks' blood ? 9 Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise :

Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed, Awake before this dreadful morning rise ;

Flocks, herds, and fields, and forests where Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works

they feed;'

All is the Lord's; he rules the wide creation; amend, Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend,

Gives sinners vengeance, and the saints salvation. Lest, like a lion, his last vengeance tear

10.Can I be fatter'd with thy cringing bows, Your trembling souls, and no deliverer near. Thy solemn chatterings and fantastic vows

Are my eyes charm'd thy vestments to behold, 6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold?'

Whose hope, still hovering round thy God is the judge of hearts; no fair disguises

word, Can screen the guilty when his vengeance rises.

Would light on some sweet promise there, PAUSE THE SECOND.

Some sure support against despair. 11*Unthinking wretch, how could'st thou hope to please

Part II. L. M. Ulverston, 179. A God, a Spirit, with such toys as these? While with my grace and statutes on thy

Original and actual sin confessed. tongue, Thou lovest deceit, and dost thy brother wrong.'11

II ORD, I am vile, conceived in sin, Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; heaven re

U And born unholy and unclean; joices;

Sprung from the man whose guilty fall Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. Corrupts the race, and taints us all. 12 In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends, 12 Soon as we draw our infant breath,

Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends; The seeds of sin grow up for death; While the false flatterer at my altar waits,

Thy law demands a perfect heart,
His harden'd soul divine instruction hates.'

But we're defiled in every part.
God is the judge of hearts; no fair disguises
Can screen the guilty when his vengeance rises. | 3 Grea

3 [Great God, create my heart anew, 13. Silent I waited with long-suffering love;

And form my spirit pure and true; But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove?

O make me wise betimes to spy And cherish such an impious thought within,

My danger and my remedy.] That the All-holy would indulge thy sin?' 14 Behold, I fall before thy face; See, God appears! all nations join t'adore him:

My only refuge is thy grace: Judgment proceeds, and sinners fall before him.

No outward forms can make me clean : 14. Behold my terrors now; my thunders roll, The leprosy lies deep within.

And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul;
Now, like a lion, shall my vengeance tear

| 5 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast, Thy bleeding heart, and no deliverer near.' Nor hyssop-branch, nor sprinkling priest, Judgment concludes; hell trembles; heaven re. Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea, joices,

Can wash the dismal stain away. Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. la la

$. 6 Jesus, my God, thy blood alone EPIPHONEMA.

Hath power sufficient to atone;

Thy blood can make me white as snow : Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise ; No Jewish types could cleanse me so. Awake before this dreadful morning rise ; Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works 17 While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace : amend,

Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease; Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend; Lord, let me hear thy pardoning voice, Then join the saints, wake every cheerful passion, And make my broken bones rejoice. When Christ returns, he comes for your salvation.

PART III. L. M. Fawcett, 184. PART I. L. M. St. Peter's, 359.

Repentance and faith in the blood A penitent pleading for pardon.

of Christ. I SHOW pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive,

THOU that hear'st when sinners cry, N Let a repenting rebel live:

Tho' all my crimes before thee lie, Are not thy mercies large and free?

Behold them not with angry look, May not a sinner trust in thee?

But blot their memory from thy book. 2 My crimes are great, but don't surpass 2 Create my nature pure within, The power and glory of thy grace:

And form my soul averse to sin : Great God, thy nature hath no bound, Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,

So let thy pardoning love be found. Nor hide thy presence from my heart. 30 wash my soul from every sin,

3 I cannot live without thy light, And make my guilty conscience clean? Cast out and banish'd from thy sight: Here on my heart the burden lies,

Thy holy joys, my God, restore, And past offences pain my eyes.

And guard me that I fall no more. 4 My lips with shame my sins confess 4 Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord, Against thy law, against thy grace:

His help and comfort still afford : Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, | And let a wretch come near thy throne,

I am condemn'd, but thou art clear. To plead the merits of thy Son. 5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, / 5 A broken heart, my God, my King,

I must pronounce thee just in death; Is all the sacrifice I bring;
And if my soul were sent to hell,

The God of grace will ne'er despise Thy righteous law approves it well. 30

A broken heart for sacrifice.

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