4. 5. The keys of death and hell Are to our JESUS giv'n: He fits at GoD's right-hand, And fall beneath his feet: Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, He all his foes fhall kill, Shall all our fins destroy, With pure feraphic joy: Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, 6. Rejoice in glorious hope, JESUS the judge shall come, And take his fervants up To their eternal home: We foon fhall hear th' archangel's voice, The trump of GoD fhall found, Rejoice! CCLXXVI. Saints should aspire after God and Blifs. Henbury, 7 and 6 repeted. 4. His boundless years can ne'er decrease, But ftill maintain their prime; Infinitude's his dwelling place, And Ever is his time. While like a tide our minutes flow, And fees our ages waste. 5. The earth and fea muft fhrink away, And flame melt down the fkies; But GoD fhall live an endless day, When this creation dies. CCLXXVIII. Here plenty reigns; here freedom sheds Her choiceft bleffings on our heads, And bids our bleakeft mountains fmile. 2. Here commerce fpreads the wealthy ftore, Which comes from ev'ry foreign fhore, Science and art their charms difplay`; Religion teacheth us to raise Our voices in our maker's praife, 3. As truth and confcience point the way. Thefe are thy gifts, almighty king! From thee our matchlefs bleffings fpring; Th' extended trade, the fruitful skies, The raptures liberty beftows, Th' eternal joys the gospel thows All from thy boundless goodness rife. 4. With grateful hearts, with chearful tongues To God we raife united fongs; His pow'r and mercy we proclaim; Britons, thro' ev'ry age, fhall own, Jehovah here bath fix'd his throne; And triumph in his mighty name, 5. Long as the moon her courfe fhall run Or man behold the circling fun, O ftill may God in Britain reign; Still crown her counfels with fuccefs, With peace and joy her borders bless, And all her facred rights maintain! CCLXXXI. Boldness in the Gafpel. Or undifmay'd, in deed and word, 3. Shall I, to footh th' unholy throng, 5. Yea, let man rage! fince Thou wilt (pread 7. The love of CHRIST does me constrain No cross I fhun, I fear no fhame: 9. My life, my blood, Ibere prefent, If for thy truth they may be pent; 10 Give me Thy ftrength, O God of pow'r! Then let winds blow, or thunders roar, Thy faithful witnefs will I be, 'Tis fix'd! I can do all thro' thee! CCLXXXII. Man vain and mortal. HALL the vile race of flesh and blood Contend with their creator, GOD? Shall mortal worms prefume to be 3. But how much meaner things are they 5. Almighty Pow'r, to Thee we bow; 2. 3. S CCLXXXIII. Dead to Sin. That we, whofe fins are crucify'd, We will be flaves no more, Since CHRIST has made us free, Has nail'd our tyrants to his crois, And bought our liberty. CCLXXXIV. Chrift the Wisdom of God. 2. JESUS, the Go whom angels fear, "Comes down to dwell with you; "To-day he makes his entrance here, "But not as monarchs do. 3. "No gold nor purple fwadling bands, "Nor royal fhining things; "A manger for his cradle ttands, 66 And holds the KING of KINGS. 4. "Go, fhepherds, where the infant lies, "And fee His humble throne! "With tears of joy in all your eyes, “Go, fhepherds, kifs the SoN!" 5. Thus Gabriel fang, and ftraight around 866 6. "Glory to GoD, that reigns above, "Let peace furround the earth; "Mortals fhall know their Maker's love, "At their REDEEMER's birth!” 7. LORD! and fhall angels have their songs, And men no tunes to raise; O may we lose these useless tongues, When they forget to praise ! 8. Glory to God that reigns above, We join to fing our Maker's love, * CCLXXXVI. Jonas an Emblem of Christ, ING all who feek the crucify'd, SINGE The God that once for finners dy'd ; Chafing our griefs, and fins, and fears, "The SUN OF RIGHTEOUSNESS ap pears. 1. ING to the LORD, who built the fkies, The LORD who rear'd this ftately frame Let all the nations found his praife, And lands unknown repeat his name. 2. He form'd the feas, and rear'd the hills, Made ev'ry drop and ev'ry duft; Nature and time, with all their wheels, And push'd them into motion first. Now from his high imperial throne He looks far down upon the spheres ; He bids the shining orbs roll on, And round He turns our hafty years. 3. 4. Thus fhall this moving engine laft ; 5. Yet when the found fhall tear the skies, 1. → A 2. His founding chariot fhakes the sky, He makes the clouds his throne There all his ftores of lightning lie, 'Till vengeance dart them down. 3. His noftrils breathe out fiery ftreams, And, from his aweful tongue, A fov'reign voice divides the flames, And thunder roars along. |