+ CCLXIII. The Believer's Support. "THOU, to whofe all fearching fight, The darkness fhineth as the light Search, prove my heart; it pants for Thee; O burst these bands, and set it free! 2. Wash out its stains, refine the dross, Nail my affections to the cross! Hallow each thought; let all within

3.

Be clean, as thou, my LORD, art clean.

If in this darkfome wild I ftray,

Be Thou my light, be Thou my way:
No foes, no violence I fear,

No fraud, while Thou, my GoD, art near. 4. When rifing floods my head o'erflow, When finks my heart in waves of woe; Jesu, Thy timely aid impart,

And raise my head, and chear my heart.
5. Saviour, where'er Thy fteps I fee,
Dauntless, untir'd, I follow Thee:
O let Thy hand fupport me, till,
And lead me to Thy holy hill!

6. If rough and thorny be my way,
My ftrength proportion to my day:
Till toil and grief, and pain fhall ceafe,
Where all is calin, and joy, and peace.

CCLXIV. Refurrection and Afcenfion of
Christ.

3. Loofe all your bars of maffy light, And wide unfold th' etherial fcene; He claims these manfions as his right, Receive the KING of glory in!

4. Who is the KING of glory, who?
The LORD that all his foes o'ercame
The world, fin, death and hell o'erthrew,
And JESUS is the Conqu'ror's name.
5. L.o! his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chaunt the folemn lay;
Lift up your beads, ye heav'nly gates,
Ye everlasting doors give way!
6. Who is the KING of glory, who?
The LORD of glorious pow'r poffeft;
The KING of faints and angels too,
GOD over all for ever bleft!

↑ CCLXV. Freedom from Sin and Mifery in Heaven.

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2.

4.

Und, like a violent fea,

UR fins, alas, how ftrong they be

They break our duty, LORD, to Thee,
And hurry us away.

The waves of trouble, how they rife I
How loud the tempests roar !
But death fhall land our weary fouls
Safe on the heav'nly shore.
There, to fulfil his fweet commands,
Our speedy feet shall move;
No fin fhall clog our winged zeal,
Or cool our burning love.

There fhall we fit, and fing and tell
The wonders of His grace;
'Till heav'nly raptures fire our hearts,
And fimile in ev'ry face.

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5. For ever His dear facred name Shall dwell upon our tongues, And JESUS and falvation be The clofe of all our fongs.

CCLXVI. Defiring to Praife Chrift.

I.

WHAT fhall I do

My SAVIOUR to praise ;

So faithful and true,
So plenteous in grace;
So ftrong to deliver,
So good to redeem
The weakest believer,
That hangs upon Him."

2. How happy the man,

Whofe heart is fet free
The people that can
Be joyful in Thee!
Their joy is to walk in
The light of thy face,
And ftill they are talking
Of JESUS's grace.
3. Their daily delight

I.

Shall be in thy name; They fhall, as their right, Thy righteousness claim; Thy righteoufnefs wearing, And cleans'd by thy blood," Bold fhall they appear in The prefence of God.

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SCCLXVII. Chrift came to redeem us. Greenwich, C. M.

LUNG'D in a gulph of dark defpair, We wretched finners lay; Without one chearful beam of hope,. Or fpark of glimm'ring day.

2. With pitying eyes the PRINCE of grace Beheld our helpless grief; He faw, and (O amazing love!)

He came to our relief.

3. Down from the fhining feats above With joyful hafte He fled;: Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh,

And dwelt among the dead.
4. O for this love let rocks and hills
Their lafting filence break;
And all harmonious human tongues
The SAVIOUR's praifes fpeak!

5. Angels aflift our mighty joys,
Strike all your harps of gold;
But when ye raise your higheft notes,
His love can ne'er be told.

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CCLXVIII. Univerfal Praife..
Chritt Church, 7 and 6 repeted.

•PRAISE the LORD, who reigns above

And keeps his courts below;
Praife the holy GoD of love,
And all his greatness fhew..

2. Praife Him for his noble deeds,

Praife Him for his matchless pow'r Him, from whom all good proceeds, Let earth and heav'n adore.

3. Publifh, fpread to all around

The great IMMA NU E L's name :
Let the trumpet's martial found
Him LORD of hofts proclaim.
4. Praife Him ev'ry tuneful ftring,

All the reach of heav'nly art;
All the pow'rs of mufic bring,
The mufic of the heart.

5. Him, in whom they move and live,
Let ev'ry creature fing;

Glory

RAISE to God, immortal praise,

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For the love that crowns our days; Bounteous fource of ev'ry joy, Let thy praise our tongues employ ! 2. For the bleffings of the field, For the ftores the gardens yield, For the vines exalted juice, For the gen'rous olive's ufe: 3. Flocks that whiten all the plain, Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grain; Clouds that drop their fatt'ning dews, Suns that temp'rate warmth diffufe; 4. All that Spring with bounteous hand Scatters o'er the fmiling land All that lib'ral autumn pours From her rich o'erflowing ftores : 5. Thefe to thee, our GoD, we owe, Source whence all our bleffings flow; And for thefe our fouls fhall raise Grateful vows and folemn praife. 6. Yet fhould rifing whirlwinds tear From its ftem the ripening ear; Should the fig-trees blafted shoot, Drop her green untimely fruit; 7. Should the vine put forth no more, Nor the olive yield her ftore;

17. Shout to the LORD, ye furging feas,
In your eternal roar ;

Let wave to wave refound his praise,
And fhore reply to fhore.

8. While monfters fporting on the flood,
In fcaly filver fhine,
Speak terribly their maker, Gop,
And lafh the foaming brine.]

[9. But gentler things fhall tune his name
To fofter notes than these ;
Young zephyrs breathing o'er the ftream,
Or whilp'ring thro' the trees.]

[10. Wave your tall heads, ye lofty pines,
To Him that bids you grow;
Sweet clusters, bend the fruitful vines,
On ev'ry thankful bough]

[11. Let the fhrill birds his honor raife,
And climb the morning sky;
While grov'ling beafts attempt his praise
In hoarfer harmony.]

12. Thus while the meaner creatures fing, Ye mortals, take the found, Echo the glories of your KING

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Thro' all the nations round.

CCLXXI. The bleffed Society in Heaven.

RAISE thee, my foul, fy up, and run

Thro' ev'ry heav'nly freet;

And fay, "There's nought below the fun,
That's worthy of thy feet."

[2. Thus will we mount on facred wings,
And tread the courts above ;
Nor earth, nor all her mightiest things,
Shall tempt our meaneft love.]

3. There, on a high majestic throne

Th' Almighty FATHER reigns;

And fheds his glorious goodnefs down, On all the blissful plains.

4. Bright, like a fun, the SAVIOUR fits, And spreads eternal noon;

No ev'nings there, nor gloomy nights,
To want the feeble moon.

5. Amidst thofe ever-fhining skies,
Behold the facred Dove;
While banifh'd fin and forrow flies
From all the realms of love.
6. The glorious tenants of the place

Stand bending round the throne;
And faints and feraphs fing and praise
The infinite Three-one.

[7. But Oh what beams of heav'nly grace Tranfport them all the while!

Ten thousand fmiles from Jesu's face,
And love in ev'ry fmile!

8. JESUS, and when fhall that dear day,
That joyful hour appear;
When I fhall leave this house of clay,
To dwell amongst them there?
CCLXXII. The Sinner found wanting.

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AISE, thoughtless finner, raife thine
eye!

Behold the balance lifted high!
There fhall Gob's juftice be difplav'd,
And there thy hope and life be weigh'd.
2. See in one scale His perfect law;

Mark with what force its precepts draw; Would't thou the aweful teft fuftain, Thy works how light, thy thoughts how vain! 3. Behold the hand of GoD appears To trace thefe dreadful characters Tekel, thy foul is wanting found, "And wrath fhall fmite thee to the ground'

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* CCLXXIV. The Redemption of Man t Joy of Angels.

REDEMPTION! 'Tis a glorious

Dwell, O my foul, on this bleft theme; A theme enquiring angels view With growing zeal and raptures new. 2. Tho' once they drew a flaming fword, 'Gainft man, the rebel to their LORD; Yet man they love, and fing the grace Defign'd by heav'n for Adam's race. 3. When but one finner quits the road That leads to death, and turns to God; Joyous they hear the news, and fing Th' increafing glories of their king.

4. Well pleas'd they fee heav'ns new-born heir Committed to their tender care;

I.

2.

Bow to the fceptre of His love,

And take the offer'd peace.

And swift they fly from worlds above
On errands full of heav'nly love,

CCLXXV. On the Refurrection.
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EJOICE, the LORD is king!
Your LORD and King adore
Mortals, give thanks, and fing,
And triumph evermore.

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

JESUS, the SAVIOUR, reigns, The GoD of truth and love, When He had purg'd our ftains, He took his feat above:

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

His kingdom cannot fail,

He rules o'er earth and heav'n;