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3. In vain we tune our sormal songs;
In vain we strive to rise; Hosannas languifh on our tongues, And our devotion dies.
4. Dear Lord! and shall 'we ever lie
At this poor dying rate?
5. Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly dove,
With all Thy quick'ning Pow'rs! Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, And that shall kindle ours!
LV. Niw Tear's Day. Amesbury. twice 3-5 and i2. (. /^>OME, let us anew
V^ Our journey purfue,
Roll round with the year, And never stand still, till the master appear!
His adorable will
Let us gladly fulsil;
And our talents improve By the patience of hope and the labor of love!
2. Our lise is a dream,
Our time, as,a stream,
Glides swiftly away,
The arrow is flown,
The moment is gone,
The millenial year Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here.
O that each in the day Of His coming might fay, "I have sought my way thro', "I have sinifh'd the work thou didst give me to do!"
O that each from His Lord
"Well and faithfully done, "Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne."
LVI. How Saints encourage each other. 2-6 and 8 double
i. p OME let us ascend,
V_>4 My companion and friend. To a taste of the banquet above;
If thy heart be as mine,
If sor JESUS it pine,
2. Who in JESUS conside
The storms of affliction beneath;
With the prophet we soar
To that heav'nly shore,
3- By faith we are come
To our permanent home;
LVII. The Lamb of God "jioiJhippeJ
i. f~> OME, let us join our chearsul songs, V_>< With angels round the throne I Ten thoufand thoufand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.
2. " Worthy the Lamb that dy'd, they cry,
"To be exalted thus:"
S.jesus is worthy to receive
Honor and pow'r divine;
And blessings more than we can give,
, Let all that dwell above the sky,
The whole creation join in one,
To bless the facred name
And to adore the Lamb.
COME, let us search our ways, and Have they been just and right; Is the great rule of equity
Our practice and delight?
i. What we would have our neighbour do
;. Do we relieve the poor distress'd?
4 Have we not found our envy grow
6. In vain we talk of Je s v's blood,
LIX. The Saint encouraging his Fellows.
2-8 and 6 double. 1
1- /"^OME on, my partneisin distress,
Who still your bodies seel!
To that celestial hill.
a. Beyond the bounds of time and space,
Look forward to that happy place,
The faints secure abode:
try On faith's strong eagle-pinions rise,
And push your passage to the skies,
And scale the mount of God.
3 See where the Lamb in glory stands, , Incircled with His radiant bands,
And join th' angelic powers;
And all that heav'n is ours.
4. Who fusser for our Matter here,
And by His fide fit down:
The Cross, shall wear the Crown.
5. Thrice blessed blifs—inspiring hope!
It brings to lise the dead:
Triumphant with our head.
The heatific fight
Shall sill the heav'nly courts with praife,
§ LX. Invitation to Praise.
2. Let those resuse to sing,
But servants of the heav'nly Kino
3. The God that rules on high,
That rides upon the stormy sky,
4. This awesul God is ours,
Our father and our love;
g. There we shall see his face,
6. Yes, and besore we rise
The thoughts of fuch amazing Mifs
7. Then let our songs abound,
We're inarching thro' Immar.'-iel's ground
LXL Contentment. j. CONTENTMENT—Tis that art \^j divine Which makes us rich and great;
Great without pow'r's imperial sway.
2. Sweet balm of lise, cordial resin'd.
Fair plant of heav'nly soil;
Soft soother of our anxious cares,
Blest svveet'ner of our toil s
3. But where, O where! resides the guest >
With nobles or with kings? Swift slies the henv'nly sorm from throne* And crowns, those meaner things.
4. Where truth and virtue six their seat
In cottage mean, or cell;
5. Content'—ingredient prime and sweet
In heav'n's confummate blisi s
6 Lord, may 1 learn this blessed art,
And now my heav'n begin!
Or rich, or poor, I must be blest,
Who have my heav'n within.
f LXIs. Begging Glare and Peact.
i.T~\EAR Lord, attend our pray'r, \_J And all our wants relieve; Come to our hearts, and dwell Thou there, That we in thee may live!
2. In weakness we draw nigh
Answer the sinner's mournsul cry,
3. Thou read'st the naked breast,
We sigh in Thee, our Lord, to rest,
f Is trials vex the mind,
Close to our God we'll flee;
;. To Thee we come, .our friend,
f LXIII. Complaint os Desertion andTemptatiani.
DEAR Lord, behold our fore distress;
[t. The lion, with his dreadful roar
3. Must we indulge a long despair?
^. If Thou despife a mortal groan,
5. He bought the Spirit's pow'rful sword,
To flay our deadly Foes;
6. How boundless is our Father's grace,
In height, and depth, and length'!
f LXIV. Death dreadsul or delightsul.
1. "l^VEATH! 'tis a melancholv day JL/ To those that hav no God; When the poor foul is torc'd away,
To seek her last abode.
2. In vain to heav'n she lifts her eyes;
. But guilt, a heavy chain, Still drags her downward from the skies To darkness, fire and pain.
3. Awake and mourn,- ye heirs,of hell,
Let stubborn finners fear;
4. See how the pit gapes wide for you,
And flashes in your face! And thou, my foul, look downwards too, And fing recov'ring grace!
5. He is a God of fbv'reign love,
That promis'd heav'n to me;
6. Prepare me, Lord, for Thy right-hand,
Then come the joyful day;
Come death, arid fome celestial band,
To bear my foul awav!
LXV. The Fall and Realty os Man.
1 T^VECEIVD by fubtle snares of hell,
2. Death was the threat'ning: Death began
3. But Satan sound a worse reward; Thus faith the vengeance of the Lore, "Let everlasting hatred he
"Betwixt the woman's seed and thee.
4. " The woman's seed shallbe my Son, "He shall destroy what thou hast done; "Shall break thy head, and only seel
"Thy malice raging at His heel"
[5. He spake; and bid sour thoufand years
6. Lo, by the sons of r.ell He dies;
LXVI. The first and second Adam.
i. TPVEEP in the dust besore Thy throne
2. Adam, the sinner; at his fall
3. But whilst our spirits, sill'd with awe,
4. We sing Thine everlasting So N,
[5. By the rebellion of one man,
6. Where fin did reign, and death abound,
LXVII. Vanity of Riches.
i. -pv ELUDED souls, who think to fine}
3. What shall I do, distress'd he cries t
"This scheme I will purfue: "My scanty bams 1 will pull down, "And build them large and new.
4. " Here will I lay my fruits, and bid
"My soul to take its ease; "Eat, drink, be glad, my lasting store "Shall give what joys I please."
5. Scarce had he spoke, when lo ! from heav'n
\ Th' Almighty made reply; "For whom dost thou provide, thou sool? «« This night thyself shall die."
6. Teach me, my God, all earthly joys
Are but an empty dream;