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The keys of death and hell

Are to our JESUS giv'n:
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice,
Rejoice, again I fay, rejoice!

He fits at GoD's right-hand,
'Till all his foes fubmit,
And bow to his command,

And fall beneath his feet:

Lift up your heart, lift up your voice,
Rejoice, again I fay, rejoice!

He all his foes fhall kill,

Shall all our fins destroy,
And ev'ry bofom fill

With pure feraphic joy:

Lift up your heart, lift up your voice,
Rejoice, again I fay, rejoice!

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.

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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,
The prefent and the paft;
He fills his own immortal NOW,

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.

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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,

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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,

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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.
HALL I, for fear of feeble man,
Spirits

Or undifmay'd, in deed and word,
Be a true witness of my LORD?
2. Aw'd by a mortal's frown, fhall I
Conceal the word of God moft high?
How then before Thee fhall I dare
Toftand, or how Thy anger bear ?

3. Shall I, to footh th' unholy throng,
Soften. Thy truths, and finooth my tongue,
To gain earth's gilded toys? or flee
The crofs, endur'd, my God, by Thee?
4. What then is he, whofe fcorn I dread ?
Whofe wrath or hate makes me afraid?
A man an heir of death! a flave
To fin! a bubble on the wave!

5. Yea, let man rage! fince Thou wilt (pread
Thy fhadowing wings around my head,
Since in all pain Thy tender love
Will fill my fweet refreshment prove.
6. Saviour of men! thy fearching eye
Does all my inmoft thoughts defcry:
Doth ought on earth my wifhes raife;
Or the world's favor, or its praife?

7. The love of CHRIST does me constrain
To feek the wand'ring fouls of men:
With cries, intreaties, tears, to fave,
To fpatch them from the gaping grave.
8. For this let men revile my name,

No cross I fhun, I fear no fhame:
All hail, reproach! and welcome pain!
Only thy terrors, LORD, retrain.

9. My life, my blood, Ibere prefent,

If for thy truth they may be pent;
Full thy fov'reign counfel LORD!
Thy will be done! thy name ador'd !

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
More holy, wife, or juft than He?
2. Behold, he puts his truft in none
Of all the fpirits round his throne;
Their natures, when compar'd with His,
Are neither holy, juft, nor wife.

3. But how much meaner things are they
Who fpring from duft, and dwell in clay !
Touch'd by the finger of Thy wrath,
We faint and vanifh, like the moth.
4. From night to day, from day to night,
We die by thoufands in Thy fight,
Buryd in duft whole nations lie,
Like a forgotten vanity.

5. Almighty Pow'r, to Thee we bow;
How frail are we, how glorious Thou!
No more the fons, of earth fhall dare
With an eternal GoD compare.

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CCLXXXIII. Dead to Sin.
HALL we go on to fin,
Becaufe Thy grace abounds?
Or crucify the LORD again,
And open all His wounds?
Forbid it, mighty GoD,
Nor let it e'er be faid,

That we, whofe fins are crucify'd,
Should raife them from the dead.

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.

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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,

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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
The heav'nly armies throng;
They tune their harps to lofty found,
And thus conclude the song:

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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,
That pitied us forlorn ;

We join to fing our Maker's love,
For there's a SAVIOUR born!

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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.

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Thus fhall this moving engine laft
'Till all his faints are gather'd in;
Then for the trumpet's dreadful blast
To shake it all to duft again!

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5. Yet when the found fhall tear the skies,
And lightning burn the globe below
Saints, ye may lift your joyful eyes,
There's a new heav'n and earth for you.
$ CCLXXXVIII. God the Thunderer.
ING to the LORD, ye heav'nly hosts,
And thou, O earth, adore;
Let death and hell thro' all their coafts
Stand trembling at His pow'r.

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