Jesus, my Lord, prevails to look

On dark decrees, and things unknown.]
-4 All the assembling saints around
Fall worshipping before the Lamb;
And, in new songs of gospel sound,
Address their honours to his name.
5 The joy, the shout, the harmony-
o Flies o'er the everlasting hills;
0 "Worthy art Thou alone," they cry,
"To read the book, to loose the seals."
o 6 Our voices join the heav'nly strain ;
And with transporting pleasure sing,
u Worthy the Lamb, that once was slain,
To be our Teacher and our King!

7 [His words of prophecy reveal
Eternal counsels-deep designs:
His grace and vengeance shall fulfil
The peaceful and the dreadful lines:-]

o 8 Thou hast redeem'd our souls from hell,
With thine invaluable blood;

And wretches, who did once rebel,
Are now made fav'rites of their God.

g 9 Worthy for ever is the Lord,'
Who dy'd for treasons not his own;
By ev'ry tongue to be ador'd,

And dwell upon his Father's throne.

HYMN 26. C. M. St. Martin's. Bedford. [*]

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Hope of Heaven, by Christ. 1 Pet. i, 3, 4. 5.

LESS'D be the everlasting God,

BLESS' be

Be his abounding mercy prais'd,

His majesty ador'd.

e 2 When from the dead he rais'd his Son,

And call'd him to the sky,

o He gave our souls a lively hope,

That they should never die.

e 3 What though our inbred sins require Our flesh to see the dust;

o Yet, as the Lord our Saviour rose, So all his foll'wers must.

4 There's an inheritance divine,
Reserv'd against that day;
'Tis uncorrupted, undefil'd,

And cannot waste away.

g 5 Saints, by the pow'r of God are kept, 'Till the salvation come :

e We walk by faith, as strangers here, 'Till Christ shall call us home..

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HYMN 27. C. M. St. Paul's. [*]

A Saint prepared to die. 2 Tim. iv, 6, 7, 8, 18.

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DEATH may dissolve my body now,

And bear my spirit home!

Why do my minutes move so slow,

Nor my salvation come?

o 2 With heav'nly weapons, I have fought
The battles of the Lord;

Finish'd my course, and kept the faith,-
And wait the sure reward.)

-3 God has laid up in heav'n, for me,
A crown which cannot fade;

e The righteous Judge, at that great day, Shall place it on my head.

-4 Nor has the King of grace decreed
This prize for me alone;

But all who love, and long to see
Th' appearance of his Son.

o 5 Jesus the Lord shall guard me safe,
From ev'ry ill design;

And to his heav'nly kingdom take
This feeble soul of mine.

g 6 God is my everlasting aid,
And hell shall rage in vain ;
To him be highest glory paid,
And endless praise. AMEN.

HYMN 28. C. M. Arundel. [*]

The Triumph of Christ. Isa. lxiii, 1, 2, 3, &c. "HAT mighty man, or mighty God,

1 W comes travelling in state,

Along the Idumean road,

Away from Bozrah's gate!

2 The glory of his robes proclaim,

'Tis some victorious king:

"Tis I the Just, th' Almighty One, "Who your salvation bring.”

3 Why, mighty Lord, thy saints inquire,
Why thine apparel red?

And all thy vesture stain'd like those,
Who in the wine-press tread?

4 "I by myself have trod the press,
"And crush'd my foes alone;
"My wrath has struck the rebels dead,
"My fury stamp'd them down.

5 Tis Edom's blood that dyes my robes,
"With joyful scarlet stains;

"The triumph that my raiment wears "Sprung from their bleeding veins.

6"Thus shall the nations be destroy'd, "That dare insult my saints;

"I have an arm t' avenge their wrongs, "An ear for their complaints."]

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HYMN 29. C. M. Tunbridge. [*]

The Ruin of Antichrist. Ver. 4, 5, 6, 7.
LIFT my banner, saith the Lord,

"Where Antichrist has stood;

"The city of my gospel foes

"Shall be a field of blood.

2"My heart has studied just revenge,
"And now the day appears;
"The day of my redeem'd is come,
"To wipe away their tears.

3 "Quite weary is my patience grown,
"And bids my fury go:

"Swift as the lightning it shall move, "And be as fatal too.

4 "I call for helpers, but in vain: "Then has my gospel none?

"Well, mine own arm has might enough, "To crush my foes alone.

5" Slaughter, and my devouring sword,
"Shall walk the streets around;
"Babel shall reel beneath my stroke,

"And stagger to the ground."

6 Thy honours, O victorious King!
Thine own right hand shall raise;
While we thy awful vengeance sing,
And our Deliv'rer praise.]

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HYMN 30. L. M. Blendon. [b*] Prayer for Deliverance heard. Isa. xxvi, 8—20 N thine own ways, O God of love,

We wait the visits of thy grace;

Our souls desire is to thy name,

And the remembrance of thy face.

e 2 My thoughts are searching, Lord, for thee, 'Mongst the black shades of lonesome night; My earnest cries salute the skies, Before the dawn restore the light. o 3 Look how rebellious men deride The tender patience of my God; o But they shall see thy lifted hand, And feel the scourges of thy rod. d 4 Hark! the Eternal rends the sky, A mighty voice before him goes: b A voice of music to his friends; u But threat'ning thunder to his foes.

e 5 "Come, children, to your Father's arms, "Hide in the chambers of my grace;

0 "Till the fierce storms be overblown,
"And my revenging fury cease."

d 6 ["My sword shall boast its thousands slain,
And drink the blood of haughty kings;
While heav'nly peace around my flock
Stretches its soft and shady wings."]

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HYMN 31. Referred to the 1st Psalm.

HYMN 32. C. M. Tunbridge. [*] Strength from Heaven. Isa. xl, 27, 28, 29, 30. HENCE do our mournful tho'ts arise! And where's our courage fled?

WH

Has restless sin, and raging hell,
Struck all our comforts dead?

2 Have we forgot th' Almighty Name
That form'd the earth and sea?

And can an all-creating arm

Grow weary or decay?

-3 Treasures of everlasting might

In our Jehovah dwell;

o He gives the conquest to the weak, And treads their foes to hell.

e 4 Mere mortal pow'rs shall fade and die, And youthful vigour cease;

• But we who wait upon the Lord,

Shall feel our strength increase.

5 The saints shall mount on eagles' wings,
And taste the promis'd bliss ;
'Till their unwearied feet arrive,
Where perfect pleasure is.]

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NOW

OW shall my inward joys arise,
And burst into a song;
Almighty Love inspires my heart,
And pleasures tune my tongue.
-2 God on his thirsty Zion's hill
Some mercy-drops has thrown;
o And solemn oaths have bound his love,
To shower salvation down.

e 3 Why do we then indulge our fears,
Suspicions, and complaints?

-Is he a God? and shall his grace,
Grow weary of his saints?

a 4 Can a kind woman e'er forget
The infant of her womb?

And, 'mongst a thousand tender thoughts,
Her suckling have no room?

-5 "Yet," saith the Lord," should nature change, "And mothers monsters prove,

0 "Zion still dwells upon the heart

"Of everlasting Love.

g 6 "Deep on the palms of both my hands,

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66 I have engrav'd her name :

My hands shall raise her ruin'd walls,
"And build her broken frame."