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HYMN 86. B. 2. C. M. or b
Abridge, St. Anns.



Freedom from sin and misery in heaven.

653} HYMN 44. B. 2. L. M. b1OUR sins, alas, how strong they be!

Limehouse, Putney.

And like a violent sea
They break our duty, Lord, to thee,
And hurry us away.

Hell; or, the vengeance of God.
WITH holy fear, and humble song,
The dreadful God our souls adore;
Reverence and awe becomes the tongue
That speaks the terrors of his power.
2 Far in the deep, where darkness dwells,
The land of horror and despair,
Justice has built a dismal hell,
And laid her stores of vengeance there.
3 [Eternal plagues, and heavy chains,
Tormenting racks, and fiery coals,
And darts t' inflict immortal pains,
Dy'd in the blood of damned souls.
4There Satan, the first sinner, lies,
And roars, and bites his iron bands;
In vain the rebel strives to rise, [hands.]
Crush'd with the weight of both thine
5 There guilty ghosts of Adam's race
Shriek out, and howl beneath thy rod;
Once they could scorn a Saviour's grace, 656
But they incens'd a dreadful God.
6 Tremble, my soul, and kiss the Son-
Sinners, obey the Saviour's call;
Else your damnation hastens on,
And hell gapes wide to wait your fall.


The business and blessedness of glorified saints.

1"WHAT happy men, or angels these, "That all their robes are spotless white?



"Whence did this glorious troop arrive "At the pure realms of heavenly light?" 2 From torturing racks, and burning fires, And seas of their own blood they came; But nobler blood has wash'd their robes, Flowing from Christ, the dying Now they approach th' Almighty Throne With loud hosannas night and day; Sweet anthems to the great Three-One Measure their blest eternity.



The waves of trouble, how they rise!
How loud the tempests roar!
But death shall land our weary souls
Safe on the heavenly shore.

3 There, to fulfil his sweet commands,
Our speedy feet shall move;
No sin shall clog our winged zeal,
Or cool our burning love.

HYMN 105. B. 1. C. M.
St. James, Dundee.
Heaven invisible and holy.
1NOR eye bath seen, nor ear hath beard,
What joys the Father hath prepar'd

Nor sense nor reason known,

For those that love the Son.
2 But the good Spirit of the Lord
Reveals a heaven to come;
The beams of glory in his word

Allure and guide us home. 3Pure are the joys above the sky,

And all the region peace;
No wanton lips, nor envious eye
Can see or taste the bliss.
4 Those holy gates forever bar
Pollution, sin and shame;
None shall obtain admittance there,

But followers of the Lamb.
5 He keeps the Father's book of life,
There all their names are found;
The hypocrite in vain shall strive
To tread the heavenly ground.

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4 There shall we sit, and sing, and tell
The wonders of his grace;
Till heavenly raptures fire our hearts,
And smile in every face.
Forever his dear sacred name
And Jesus and 'Salvation be
Shall dwell upon our tongue;
The close of every song.


HYMN 40. B. 1. L. M.
Nantwich, Dunstan.


4 No more shall hunger pain their souls;
He bids their parching thirst be gone;
And spreads the shadow of his wings
To screen them from the scorching sun.
5 The Lamb, that fills the middle throne,
Shall shed around his milder beams;
There shall they feast on his rich love,
And drink full joys from living streams.
6 Thus shall their mighty bliss renew,
Through the vast round of endless years;
And the soft hand of sovereign grace
Heals all their wounds, and wipes their

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2 From torturing pains to endless joys,
On fiery wheels they rode,
And strangely wash'd their raiment white
In Jesus' dying blood.

Their warbling harps and sacred songs
Adore the Holy One.

4 The unveil'd glories of his face
Among his saints reside,
While the rich treasure of his grace
Sees all their wants supply'd.
5 Tormenting thirst shall leave their souls,
And hunger flee as fast;
The fruit of life's immortal tree
Shall be their sweet repast.
6 The Lamb shall lead his heavenly flock
Where living fountains rise,
And love divine shall wipe away
The sorrows of their eyes.


The humble worship of heaven.

3 Now they approach a spotless God, FATHER, I long, 1 faint to see

And bow before his throne;

The place of thine abode;
I'd leave thy earthly courts, and 'flee
Up to thy seat, my God!


And say, There's nought below the sun
That's worthy of thy feet.

17 [But O, what beams of heavenly grace, Transport them all the while!

2 Thus will we mount on sacred wings,

And tread the courts above:

Nor earth, nor all her mightiest things
Shall tempt our meanest love.

3 There, on a high majestic throne,
Th' Almighty Father reigns,
And sheds his glorious goodness down
On all the blissful plains.

Ten thousand smiles from Jesus' face,
And love in every smile!]


Jesus, and when shall that dear day,
That joyful hour, appear,
When I shall leave this house of clay,
To dwell among them there?

HYMN 33. B. 2. C. M. *
Christmas, Bray.
The blessed society in heaven.

1RAISE thee, my soul, fy up, atreet, 6 There I would vie with all the host

Through every heavenly

In duty, and in bliss;

While less than nothing I could boast,
And vanity confess.]


The more thy glories strike mine eyes,
Thus, while I sink, my joys shall rise
The humbler I shall lie;
Unmeasurably high.

5 Amid those ever-shining skies,
Behold the sacred Dove;
While banish'd sin, and sorrow flies
From all the realms of love.

6 The glorious tenants of the place

Stand bending round the throne; And saints and seraphs sing and praise The infinite THREE-ONE.

2 Here I behold thy distant face,
And 'tis a pleasing sight;
But to abide in thine embrace
Is infinite delight!

HYMN 68. B. 2.

HYMN 68. B. 2. C. M. 2
Wareham, Stade.

I'd part with all the joys of sense To gaze upon thy throne; Pleasure springs fresh forever thence, Unspeakable, unknown.

4 [There all the heavenly hosts are seen;
In shining ranks they move;
And drink immortal vigour in,

With wonder, and with love.

5 Then at thy feet with awful sear
Th' adoring armies fall;

With joy they shrink to NOTHING there,
Before th' eternal ALL.

4 Bright, like a sun, the Saviour sits, 1
And spreads eternal noon:
No evenings there, nor gloomy nights,
To 'want the feeble moon.

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The God of the Gentiles.
ET all the earth their voices raise
To sing the choicest psalm of praise,
To sing and bless Jehovah's name:
His glory let the heathens know,
His wonders to the nations show,

And all his saving works proclaim. 2 The heathens know thy glory, Lord; The wondering nations read thy word;

Among us is JEHOVAH known: Our worship shall no more be paid To gods which mortal hands have made; Our Maker is our God alone.


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3 There, where my blessed Jesus reigns,
In heaven's unmeasur'd space,
I'll spend a long eternity
In pleasure, and in praise.

6 His head, the dear majestic head, That cruel thorns did wound, See what immortal glories shine, And circle it around!



HYMN 75. B. 2. C. M. X Christmas, Hymn 2d, Pembroke. Spiritual and eternal joys; or, the beatific sight of Christ.

7 This is the Man, th' exalted Man, Whom we, unseen, adore! But, when our eyes behold his face,

Our hearts shall love him more 8 [Lord! how our souls are all on fire

To see thy blest abode : Our tongues rejoice in tunes of praise To our incarnate God!

FROM thee,my God,my joys shall rise, Beyond the limits of the skies, And all created bounds.

And run


The holy triumphs of my soul Shall death itself out-brave, Leave dull mortality behind, And fly beyond the grave.

4 Millions of years my wondering eyes
Shall o'er thy beauties rove;
And endless ages I'll adore
The glories of thy love.

5 [Sweet Jesus! every smile of thine Shall fresh endearments bring, And thousand tastes of new delight From all thy graces spring.


Haste, my Beloved, fetch my soul
Up to thy blest abode;
Fly, for my spirit longs to see
My Saviour, and my God.]

I CANNOT persuade myself to put a full period to these divine Hymns, until I have addressed special SONG OF GLORY to God the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Though the Latin name of it, Gloria Patri, be retained in the English nation


from the Roman Church; and though there may be some excesses of superstitious honour paid to the words of it, which may have wrought some unhappy preju

dices in weaker Christians, yet I believe it still to be one of the noblest parts of Christian worship. The subject of it is the doctrine of the Trinity, which i that peculiar glory of the Divine Nature, that our Lord Jesus Christ has so clearly revealed unto mén and is so necessary to true Christianity. The action is praise, which is the most complete and exalted par of heavenly worship. I have cast the song into a variety of forms, and have fitted it by a plain version. or a larger paraphrase, to be sung either alone, or a the conclusion of another Hymn. I have added else few Hosannas, or ascriptions of salvation to Christin the same manner, and for the same end.


-9 And while our faith enjoys this sight,

We long to leave our clay;
And wish thy fiery chariots, Lord, a
To fetch our souls away.]



(Those of each metre are placed together, beginning with long metre.)

2 Glory to thee, great Son of God,
From whose dear wounded body rolls
A precious stream of vital blood,
Pardon and life for dying souls.
3 We give the sacred Spirit praise,
Who in our hearts of sin and wo
Makes living springs of grace arise,
And into boundless glory flow.
4 Thus God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, we adore,
That sea of life and love unknown,
Without a bottom or a shore.

663} HYMN 26, Br 3, Blast L. M. 3 Glory to God the Spirit give,

Old Hundred,

A song of praise to the ever-blessed TRINITY,

whose power Our souls their heavenly birth derive, And bless the happy hour.

LESS'D be the Father and his love, 4 Glory to God that reigns above, BLESS

To whose celestial source we owe Rivers of endless joy above,

Th' eternal Three in One, Who by the wonders of his love Has made his nature known.

And rills of comfort here below.

HYMN 29. B. 3. 2d L. M. *


Quercy, Green's 100th, Bath. GWhose name has mysteries unknown;

LORY to the

In essence One, in person Three; A social nature, yet alone. 2 When all our noblest powers are join'd The honours of thy name to raise, over-match our And angels faint beneath the praise.

665} HYMN 32. B. 3. 3d L. M. X

God the Father, God the Son,

Be honour, praise, and glory given,
By all on earth, and all in heaven.

Chose out his favourites to proclaim
The honours of his grace.

666 HYMN 33. B. 3. L. M. * Or thus.

Father of mercy, God of love;
Thus we exalt the Lord, the Lamb,
And thus we praise the heavenly Dove.

HYMN 27. B.3. 1st C. M.
Bray, St. Martins.
GLORY to God the Father's name,

Who, from our sinful race,

2 Glory to God the Son be paid,
Who dwelt in humble clay,
And, to redeem us from the dead,
Gave his own life away.

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675 HYMN 37. B. 3. S. M. Or thus.

IVE to the Father praise;

And to the Spirit of his grace
Be equal honour done.

676} The 5th at the end of the Psalms.

By all the angels near the throne,
And all the saints in earth and heaven.

38. H. M.

677 Bethesda, Portsmouth.

A song of praise to the blessed TRINITY.


GIVE immortal praise
To God the Father's love,
For all my comforts here,
And better hopes above..

He sent his own
Eternal Son,
To die for sins

That man had done.


To God the Son belongs
Immortal glory too,
Who bought us with his blood
From everlasting wo:
And now he lives,
And now he reigns,
And sees the fruit
Of all his pains."

To God the Spirit's name
Immortal worsnip give,
Whose new-creating- power
Makes the dead sinner live:
His work completes
The great design,-
And fills the soul
With joy divine.

4 Almighty God, to thee
Be endless honours done,
The undivided Three,
And the mysterious One:

Where reason fails
With all her powers,
There faith prevails,
And love adores.

To Him that form'd Our hearts anew
Is endless praise And glory due.
The Father's love shall run
Through our immortal songs;
We bring to God the Son
[P. M. *]


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Hosannas on our tongues: address name

N The Father, Son, and Spirit, be With equal praise, And zeal the same.

Eternal praise and glory given,
Through all the worlds where God is 3



1 TO Him that chose us first,
Before the world began; «

To Him that bore the curse
Το save rebellious man;

HYMN 39. B. 3. H. M. ✡

Let every saint above,
And angel round the throne,
Forever bless and love
The sacred Three in One.
Thus heaven shall raise His honours high,
When earth and time Grow old and die.

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