5 The unbelieving world fhall wail, While we rejoice to fee the day: Come, Lord; nor let thy promise fail, Nor let thy chariots long delay.

HYMN LXII. . Common Metre. Chrift Jefus, the Lamb of God, worshipped by all the Creation. Rev. v. 11-13.

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OME, let us join our cheerful fongs
With angels round the throne ;

Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.

"Worthy the Lamb that dy'd," they cry, "To be exalted thus:

"Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply, "For he was flain for us."

3 Jefus is worthy to receive

Honour and pow'r divine;
And bleffings more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever thine.

4 Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth, and feas,
Confpire to raise thy glories high,
And speak thine endless praife.

5 Let all creation join in one,
To blefs the facred name
Of him, that fits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

HYMN LXIII. Long Metre.

Chrift's Humiliation and Exaltation. Rev. v. 12.

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HAT equal honours fhall we bring To thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb, When all the notes that angels fing Are far inferior to thy name?

2 Worthy is he that once was flain,
The Prince of Life, that groan'd and ́dy'd;
Worthy to rife, and live, and reign
At his almighty Father's fide.

3 Pow'r and dominion are his due,
Who food condemn'd at Pilate's bar;
Wisdom belongs to Jefus too,

Though he was charg'd with madnefs here.
4 All riches are his native right,
Yet he sustain❜d amazing lofs;
To him afcribe eternal might,
Who left his weaknefs on the crofs.
5 Honour immortal must be paid,
Inftead of fcandal and of fcorn;
While glory fhines around his head,
And a bright crown without a thorn.
6 Bleffings for ever on the Lamb,
Who bore the curfe for wretched men :
Let angels found his facred name,
And ev'ry creature fay, Amen.

HYMN LXIV. Short Metre.
Adoption.

I John, iii. 1, &c. Gal. iv. 6.
EHOLD, what wond'rous grace
The Father has bestow'd

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On finners of a mortal race,
To call them fons of God!

2 'Tis no furprising thing,

That we fhould be unknown ;
The Jewish world knew not their King,
God's everlasting Son :

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Nor doth it yet appear

How great we must be made,

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But when we fee our Saviour here,
We fhall be like our Head.

A hope fo much divine

May trials well endure,

May purge our fouls from fenfe and fin, As Chrift the Lord is pure.

If in my Father's love

I share a filial part,

Send down thy Spirit like a dove,
To rest upon my heart.

6 We would no longer lie,

Like flaves, beneath the throne;
Our faith fhall Abba Father cry,
And thou the kindred own.

HYMN LXV. Long Metre.

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The Kingdoms of the World become the Kingdoms of
the Lord; or, The Day of Judgment. Rev. xi. 15.
I ET the seventh angel found on high,
Let fhouts be heard thro' all the sky!
Kings of the earth, with glad accord,
Give up your kingdoms to the Lord.
2 Almighty God, thy pow'r affume,
Who waft, and art, and art to come:
Jefus, the Lamb, who once was flain,
For ever live, for ever reign!

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The angry
nations fret and roar,
That they can flay the faints no more;
On wings of vengeance flies our God,
To pay the long arrears of blood.

4 Now muft the rifing dead appear ;·
Now the decifive fentence hear;
Now the dear martyrs of the Lord
Receive an infinite reward

HYMN LXVI. Long Metre.

Chrift, the King, at his table.

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Solomon's Song,

1. 2-5, 12, 13, 17.

ET him embrace my foul, and prove Mine int'reft in his heav'nly love : The voice that tells me, "Thou art mine," Exceeds the bleffings of the vine.

2 On thee th' anointing Spirit came,
And spread the favour of thy name;
That oil of gladnefs and of grace
Draws virgin fouls to meet thy face.
3 Jefus, allure me by thy charms;
My foul fhall fly into thine arms!
Our wand'ring feet thy favours bring
To the fair chambers of the King.
4 [Wonder and pleasure tune our voice
To fpeak thy praises and our joys:
Our mem❜ry keeps this love of thine
Beyond the taste of richest wine.]

5 Though in ourselves deform'd we are,
And black as Kedar's tents appear;
Yet when we put thy beauties on,
Fair as the courts of Solomon.

6 [While at his table fits the King,
He loves to fee us fmile and fing:
Our graces are our best perfume,
And breathe like spikenard round the room.]

7 As myrrh, new-bleeding from the tree, -
Such is a dying Chrift to me;

And while he makes my foul his guest
My bofom, Lord, fhall be thy reft.

8 [No beams of cedar or of fir

Can with thy courts on earth compare ; And here we wait until thy love

Raife us to nobler feats above.]

HYMN LXVII. Long Metre. Seeking the Paftures of Chrift the Shepherd. Solomon's Song, i. 7.

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HOU, whom my foul admires above All earthly joy, and earthly love, Tell me, dear Shepherd, let me know Where do thy fweeteft paftures grow? 2 Where is the fhadow of that rock, That from the fun defends thy flock? Fain would I feed among thy fheep, Among them reft, among them fleep. 3 Why fhould thy bride appear like one That turns afide to paths unknown ? My conftant feet would never rove, Would never feek another love. 4 [The footsteps of thy flock I fee: Thy fweeteft paftures here they be A wond'rous feaft thy love prepares, Bought with thy wounds, & groans, & tears. His deareft flesh he makes my food, And bids me drink his richest blood: Here to thefe hills my foul will come, Till my beloved lead me home.] HYMN LXVIII. Long Metre. The Banquet of Love. Solomon's Song, ii. 1~7. EHOLD the rofe of Sharon here, The lily which the vallies bear; Behold the tree of life, that gives Refreshing fruit and healing leaves.

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