Nations that fat in death's cold shade, Are blefs'd with beams divinely bright. 2 The virgin's promis'd Son is born; Behold th' expected Child appear! What shall his names or titles be? "The WONDERFUL, the COUNSELLOR !" 3 [This Infant is the mighty God, Come to be fuckled and ador'd ; Th' eternal Father, Prince of Peace, The Son of David, and his Lord.] 4 The government of earth and feas Upon his fhoulders fhall be laid ; His wide dominions fhall increase, And honours to his name be paid. 5 Jefus, the holy Child, fhall fit High on his father David's throne ; Shall crush his foes beneath his feet, And reign to ages yet unknown. HYMN XIV. Long Metre. The triumph of faith; or, Chrift's unchangeable love. I W Rom. viii. 33, &c. HO fhall the Lord's elect condemn ? And mercy, like a mighty ftream, 2 Who fhall adjudge the faints to hell? Behold him rifing from the dead !~ 3 He lives! he lives! and fits above, Forever interceding there! Who fhall divide us from his love, 4 Shall perfecution, or distress, Famine, or fword, or nakedness ? He that hath lov'd us bears us through, Or wean our hearts from Chrift our love. HYMN XV. Long Metre. Our own weakness, and Christ our strength. 2 Cor. L xii. 7, 9, 10. ET me but hear my Saviour fay, Strength fhall be equal to the day," 2 I glory in infirmity, That Chrift's own pow'r may rest on me; 5 So Samfon, when his hair was loft, Shook his vain limbs with fad furprise, HYMN XVI. Common Metre. Hofanna to Chrift. Matt. xxi. 9. Luke xix. 38, 40. OSANNA to the royal Son 'H Of David's ancient line! His natures two, his person one, 2 The Root of David here, we find, 3 Blefs'd he that comes to wretched men To Chrift the Lord be giv'n! 4 Let mortals ne'er refufe to take I Th' hofanna on their tongues, Left rocks and ftones fhould rife, and break HYMN XVII. Common Metre. Victory over death. 1 Cor. xv. 55, &c. To triumph o'er the monfter, death, 2 Joyful, with all the ftrength I have, 3 If fin be pardon'd, I'm fecure; Death hath no fting befide: The law gives fin its damning pow'r ; 4 Now to the God of victory Immortal thanks be paid, Who makes us conqu'rors, while we die HYMN XVIII. Common Metre. Bleffed are the dead that die in the Lord. Rev. xiv. 13. I EAR what the voice from heav'n proclaims For all the pious dead; HE Sweet is the favour of their names, 2 They die in Jefus, and are bless'd; 3 Far from this world of toil and ftrife, The labours of their mortal life End in a large reward. HYMN XIX. Common Metre. The Song of Simeon; or, death made defirable. Luke ii. 27, &c. 'L ORD, at thy temple we appear, And hope to meet our Saviour here; 2 With what divine and vaft delight 3 "Now I can leave this world," he cry'd ; "Behold thy fervant dies; "I've feen thy great falvation, Lord, 5 [Jefus the vision of thy face Scarce fhall I feel death's cold embrace, 6 Then, while ye hear my heart-ftrings break, A mortal paleness on my cheek, HYMN XX. Common Metre. Spiritual apparel; namely, the robe of righteousness, and garments of falvation. Ifa. Ixi. 10. I WAKE, my heart, arise, my tongue, Α A Prepare a tuneful voice; In God, the life of all my joys, 2 'Tis he adorn'd my naked foul, Upon a poor polluted worm. 3 And left the fhadow of a fpot He took the robe the Saviour wrought 4 How far the heav'nly robe exceeds |