6. The Tyranny of Sin is paft,
And tho' the Carnal Mind remains,
My guiltless Soul on Thee is caft,

I neither hug, nor bite my Chains,
Prifoner of Hope to Thee I turn,
And blefs the Day that I was born.

Preferv'd thro' Faith by Power Divine,
A Miracle of Grace I ftand,
I prove the Strength of JESUS mine:
JESUS, upheld by Thy Right-Hand,
Tho' in my Flesh I feel the Thorn,
I bless the Day that I was born.

8. Weary of Life thro' Inbred Sin
I was, but now defy its Power,
When as a Flood the Foe comes in,

My Soul is more than Conqueror,
I tread him down with holy Scorn,
And bless the Day that I was born.

9. Born from above, I foon fhall praise Thy Goodness with a thankful Tongue, Record the Victory of Thy Grace,

And teach a liftening World the Song, While Many, whom to Thee I turn, Shall bless the Day that I was born.

10. Come, LORD, and make me Pure within,
O let me now be born of GoD,
Live to declare I CANNOT SIN!

Or, if I feal the Truth with Blood,
My Soul from out the Body torn,
Shall Blefs the Day that I was born.

Job

1.

KNOW that

Job xix. 25.

lives,

Now that my Redeemer the hall ftand,

And tho' to Worms my Flesh he gives,
My Duft lies number'd in His Hand.

2. In This Reanimated Clay

I furely shall behold Him near,
Shall fee Him at the Latter Day
In all His Majesty appear.

3. I feel what then shall raise me up,
Th' Eternal Spirit lives in me,
This is my Confidence of Hope
That GOD I Face to Face fhall fee.

4.

Mine own and not Another's Eyes The King fhall in his Beauty view, I fhall from Him receive the Prize The Starry Crown to Victors due.

1.

A Funeral HYMN.

(Ufed firft for Mrs. ELIZABETH HOOPER.)

OME, to the Houfe of Mourning come,
The House of ferious, folemn Joy,

Let us, till all are taken home,

Our Lives in Songs of Praife employ.

2. Accomplish'd is our Sifter's Strife,
Her happier Soul is gone before,
Her ftruggle for Eternal Life,
Her Glorious Agony is o'er.

3. The Captive Exile is releas'd, Is with her LORD in Paradise, Of perfect Paradise poffeft,

And waiting for the Heavenly Prize:

4. In her no Spot of Sin remain'd,
To shake her Confidence in God,
The Victory here the more than gain'd,
Triumphant thro' her Saviour's Blood.

5. She now the Fight of Faith hath fought,
Finish'd and won the Christian Race,
She found on Earth the LORD fhe fought,
And now beholds Him Face to Face,

6. She died in fure and ftedfaft Hope,
By JESUS wholly fanctified,
Her perfect Spirit the gave up,

And funk into His Arms, and died.

7. Thus may we All our Parting Breath
Into the Saviour's Hands refign

O JESU! let me die Her Death,
And let Her Latter End be Mine!

"DR

ANOTHER.

RAW near, ye Strangers to our Goa,
And tafte with Us the Heavenly Powers,

O that His Love were fhed abroad!

O that your Hearts were all like Ours!

2. Come fee, how Chriftians wail their Dead! Come share in our myfterious Blits;

On Satan, Sin, and Death to tread,
O! what an Happiness is This!

3. Though once Ye intermeddled not With the strange Madness of our Joys, Ye All may be to Eden brought,

4.

And heighten our Triumphant Noise.

With Tears of Joy our Eyes o'reflow At parting with our dearest Friend, From Us we gladly let her go

To Pleafures that shall never end.

5. We know in whom we have believ'd,
Our Faith in JESUS is not vain ';
To All who have their LORD receiv'd
To live is CHRIST, to die is Gain.

6. Our Sifter's Flesh shall turn to Dust,
Her Sacred Daft in Hope fhall fleep,
The Temple of the HOLY GHOST
The ftill-indwelling GoD fhall keep.

7. Triumphantly fhe laid it down

For Time to wafte, and Worms devour
In Weakness and Dishonour fown,
Till rais'd in Glory and in Power.

8. A Body natural it lies,

A lifeless Lump of mouldring Clay,
But Spiritual it foon fhall reife,
No more to perish or decay.

9. This Corruptible Body foon
Shall all incorruptible be,
This Mortal quickly fhall put on
Its Robes of Immortality.

10. The terrible, All-conquering King

Shall then a final Period have:
Say then, O Death, where is thy Sting,
Where is thy Victory, O Grave?

II. The

11. The Sting of Death, our Sin is gone, Scatter'd are all our guilty Fears; Thanks be to GOD, thro' CHRIST alone, Who makes us more than Conquerors.

12. GOD only doth the Victory give, He fhall our Glorious Flesh restore, His many Sons to Heaven receive,

1.

1

Where Time and Death fhall be no more.

ET the World lament their Dead,
As forrowing without Hope,

When a Friend of Ours is freed,
We chearfully look up,
Cannot murmur or complain,
For our Dead we cannot grieve,
Death to Them, to Us is Gain;
In JESUS We believe.

2.

We believe, that CHRIST our Head-
For Us refign'd His Breath,

He was numbred with the Dead,

And dying conquer'd Death; Burft the Barriers of the Tomb:

Death could Him no longer keep,

He is the Firft-fruits become
Of Those in Him that sleep.

3. GOD, who Him to Life reftor'd,
Shall all His Members raise,
Bring them quicken'd with their LORD,
The Children of His Grace.

We who then on Earth remain,

Shall not fooner be brought home,

All the Dead fhall rise again'

To meet the General Doom.