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

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HYMN LXII. Common Metre. Christ Jesus, the Lamb of God, worshipped by all the Creation. Rev. v. 11-13. OME, let us join our cheerful fongs With angels round the throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one.

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2 "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 Jesus is worthy to receive

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

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

5 Let all creation join in one,
To bless 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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WHAT equal honours shall 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 stood condemn'd at Pilate's bar;
Wisdom belongs to Jesus too,
Though he was charg'd with madness here.

4 All riches are his native right,
Yet he sustain'd amazing lofs ;
To him afcribe eternal might,
Who left his weakness on the cross.

5 Honour immortal must be paid,
Instead of scandal and of scorn;
While glory shines around his head,
And a bright crown without a thorn.
6 Bleffings for ever on the Lamb,
Who bore the curse for wretched men:
Let angels found his facred name,
And ev'ry creature say, Amen.

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HYMN LXIV. Short Metre.
Adoption. 1 John, iii. 1, &c. Gal. iv. 6.
EHOLD, what wond'rous
The Father has bestow'd

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On finners of a mortal race,

To call them fons of God!

'Tis no surprising thing,

That we should be unknown;

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The Jewish world knew not their King.

God's everlasting Son:

Nor doth it yet appear

How great we must be made,

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But when we fee our Saviour here,

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A hope so much divine

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We shall be like our Head.

May trials well endure,

May purge our fouls from sense and fin,

As Christ 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.

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. The Kingdoms of the World become the Kingdoms of the Lord; or, The Day of Judgment. Rev.xi. 15.

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ET the seventh angel found on high,
Let shouts 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 assume,
Who wast, and art, and art to come :
Jesus, the Lamb, who once was flain,
For ever live, for ever reign!

3 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.
Now must the rifing dead appear;
Now the decisive sentence hear;
Now the dear martyrs of the Lord
Receive an infinite reward

HYMN LXVI.

Long Metre.

Christ, the King, at his table. Solomon's Song,

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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 blessings of the vine.

2 On thee th' anointing Spirit came,
And spread the favour of thy name;
That oil of gladness and of grace
Draws virgin fouls to meet thy face.

3 Jesus, allure me by thy charms;
My foul shall 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 smile 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 Christ to me;
And while he makes my foul his guest,
My bofom, Lord, shall 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
Raise us to nobler feats above.]

HYMN LXVII. Long Metre.

Seeking the Pastures of Christ 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 sweetest pastures grow?
2 Where is the shadow of that rock,
That from the fun defends thy flock?
Fain would I feed among thy sheep,
Among them rest, among them fleep.
3 Why should thy bride appear like one
That turns aside to paths unknown?
My constant feet would never rove,
Would never feek another love.

4 [The footsteps of thy flock I fee:
Thy fweeteft pastures here they be :
A wond'rous feast thy love prepares,
Bought with thy wounds, & groans, & tears.

5 His dearest flesh he makes my food,
And bids me drink his richest blood:
Here to these 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 rose of Sharon here, The lily which the vallies bear;

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Behold the tree of life, that gives
Refreshing fruit and healing leaves.

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