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2 Who shall adjudge the saints to hell? 'Tis Christ who suffer'd in their stead; And the salvation to fulfil,

Behold him rising from the dead!

3 He lives! he lives! and sits above
For ever interceding there:

Who shall divide us from his love,
Or what should tempt us to despair?
4 Shall persecution, or distress,
Famine, or sword, or nakedness?

He, who hath lov'd us, bears us through,
And makes us more than conqu❜rors too.
5 Faith has an overcoming pow'r,
It triumphs in a dying hour:

Christ is our life, our joy, our hope;
Nor can we sink with such a prop.

6 Not all that men on earth can do,
Nor pow'rs on high, nor pow'rs below,
Shall cause his mercy to remove,

Or wean our hearts from Christ our love

HYMN 15. L. M. Islington. [*] Christ our Strength. 2 Cor. xii, 7, 9, 10. ET me but hear my Saviour say,

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Strength shall be equal to the day:

Then I rejoice in deep distress;

Leaning on all-sufficient grace.

2 I glory in infirmity,

That Christ's own pow'r may rest on me;
When I am weak, then am I strong,
Grace is my shield, and Christ my song.

3 I can do all things, or can bear
All suff'rings if my Lord be there;
Sweet pleasures mingle with the pains,
While his left hand my head sustains.
4 But if the Lord be once withdrawn,
And we attempt the work alone;
When new temptations spring and rise,
We find how great our weakness is.
5 So Sampson, when his hair was lost,
Met the Philistines to his cost:

Shook his vain limbs, with sad surprise,
Made feeble fight, and lost his eyes.]

HYMN 16. C. M. Devizes. [*]

Hosanna to Christ. Matt. xxi, 9; Luke xix, 38, 40 OSANNA to the royal Son,

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H of David's ancient line!

e His natures two, his person one, Mysterious and divine.

-2 The Root of David, here we find, And Offspring, is the same;

e Eternity and time are join'd,

In our Emmanuel's name.

o 3 Bless'd He, who comes to wretched men,
With peaceful news from heav'n!
u Hosannas of the highest strain,
To Christ the Lord be giv'n!

-4 Let mortals ne'er refuse to take
Th' Hosanna on their tongues ;

o Lest rocks and stones should rise, and break Their silence into songs.

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HYMN 17. C. M.

Zion. [*]

Victory over Death 1 Cor. xv, 55, &c.

FOR an overcoming faith,
To cheer my dying hours;
To triumph o'er the monster death,
And all his frightful pow'rs!

o 2 Joyful, with all the strength I have,
My quiv'ring lips should sing,-
"Where is thy boasted vict'ry, grave?
"And where the monster's sting?"
-3 If sin be pardon'd, I'm secure;
Death has no sting beside:
The law gives sin its damning pow'r ;
But Christ my ransom dy'd.

o 4 Now to the God of victory,
Immortal thanks be paid;

Who makes us conqu'rors, while we die,
Through Christ our living head.]

HYMN 18. C. M. Canterbury. [*]
Blessed-who die in the Lord. Rev. xiv, 13.

TEAR what the voice from heav'n proclaims

1H For all the pious dead!

a Sweet is the savour of their names, And soft their sleeping bed.

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-2 They die in Jesus, and are bless'd ;.
How kind their slumbers are!

-From suff'rings, and from sins releas'd,
And freed from ev'ry snare.

o 3 Far from this world of toil and strife,
They're present with the Lord;

g The labours of their mortal life
End in a large reward.

HYMN 19. C. M. Barby. Zion. [*]
Simeon; or, happy Death. Luke i, 27, &c.
LORD, at thy temple we appear,

As happy Simeon came;

And hope to meet our Saviour here-
O make our joys the same!

• 2 With what divine, and vast delight,
The good old man was fill'd;
When, fondly in his wither'd arms,
He clasp'd the holy Child.

e 3 "Now I can leave this world," he cry'd ;
"Behold thy servant dies:

"I've seen thy great salvation, Lord;
"And close my peaceful eyes.

o 4" This is the Light, prepar'd to shine,
"Upon the Gentile lands;

"Thine Israel's glory, and their hope,
"To break their slavish bands "

-5 Jesus, the vision of thy face

Hath overpow'ring charms!

Scarce shall I feel death's cold embrace,
If Christ be in my arms.

6 Then, while ye hear my heart-strings break,
How sweet my minutes roll!

A mortal paleness on my cheek

And glory on my soul!

HYMN 20. C. M.

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York. [*]

Spiritual apparel. Isa. lxi, 10.

LAWAKE, my heart, arise my tongue,

Prepare a tuneful voice;

In God the life of all my joys,
Aloud will I rejoice.

'Tis he adorn'd my naked soul, And made salvation mine; Upon a poor polluted worm,

He makes his graces shine.

3 And lest the shadow of a spot
Should on my soul be found,

He took the robe the Saviour wrought,
And cast it all around.

d 4 How far the heav'nly robe exceeds
What earthly princes wear!

These ornaments, how bright they shine!
How white the garments are!

-5 The spirit wrought by faith and love,
And hope in ev'ry grace;

-But Jesus spent his life, to work
The robe of righteousness.

e 6 Strangely, my soul, art thou array'd
By the great Sacred Three !

In sweetest harmony of praise,
Let all thy pow'rs agree.]

HYMN 21. C. M.

York. [*]

Kingdom of Christ among Men. Rev. xxi, 1, 2, 3, 4.

• 1LO, what a glorious sight appears,

To our believing eyes!

g The earth and seas are pass'd away, And the old rolling skies!

o 2 From the third heav'n, where God resides,
That holy, happy place,

The New Jerusalem comes down,
Adorn'd with shining grace.

-3 Attending angels shout for joy,
And the bright armies sing,-
0 Mortals, behold the sacred seat

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"Of your descending King.

-4"The God of glory, down to men, "Removes his bless'd abode;

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"Men, the dear objects of his grace,
"And he their loving God.

5"His own soft hand shall wipe the tears, "From ev'ry weeping eye;

"And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears, "And death itself shall die."

-6 How long, dear Saviour, O how long, Shall this bright hour delay?

u Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time, And bring the welcome day.

HYMN 22, 23. Referred to the 125th Psalm.

HYMN 24. L. M. Bath. [b]

The rich Sinner dying. Ps. xlix, 6, 9. Ec. viii, 8. Job. iii, 14,15 N vain the wealthy mortals toil,

And heap their shining dust in vain ;

Look down, and scorn the humble poor,
And boast their lofty hills of gain.
2 Their golden cordials cannot ease
Their pained hearts, or aching heads;
Nor fright, nor bribe approaching death,
From glitt'ring roofs, and downy beds
3 The ling'ring, the unwilling soul,
The dismal summons must obey;
And bid a long, a sad farewell,
To the pale lumps of lifeless clay.

4 Thence they are huddled to the grave,
Where kings and slaves have equal thrones ;
Their bones, without distinction, lie
Among the heaps of meaner bones.]

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The rest referred to the 49th Psalm.

HYMN 25. L. M.

Oporto. [*]

A Vision of the Lamb. Rev. v, 6, 7, 8, 9.
LL mortal vanities, be gone!

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Nor tempt my eyes, nor tire my ears;
e Behold, amidst th' eternal throne,
A vision of the Lamb appears!

-2 [Glory his fleecy robe adorns,
Mark'd with the bloody death he bore;
Sev'n are his eyes, and sev'n his horns,
To speak his wisdom, and his pow'r.
e 3 Lo, he receives a sealed book
From Him who sits upon the throne;

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