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5 [White lilies all around appear,
And each his glory shows:
The rose of Sharon blossoms here,
The fairest flower that blows.
6 Cheerful I feast on heav'nly fruit,
And bring the pleasures down,-
Pleasures that flow hard by the foot
Of the eternal throne.]

e 7 But ah! how soon my joys decay!
How soon my sins arise,

And snatch the heav'nly scene away
From these lamenting eyes.

e 8 When shall the time, dear Jesus, when,
The shining day appear,

That I shall leave these clouds of sin,
And guilt and darkness here?

o 9 Up to the fields above the skies,
My hasty feet would go;

• There everlasting flow'rs arise, There joys unwith'ring grow.

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HYMN 60. L. M. Green's. [*]
The Truth of God the Promiser.
RAISE, everlasting praise, be paid

Praise to the God, whose strong decrees
Sway the creation as he please.

2 Praise to the goodness of the Lord,
Who rules his people by his word;
And there, as strong as his decrees,
He sets his kindest promises.

3 (Firm are the words his prophets give.
Sweet words on which his children live;
Each of them is the voice of God,

Who spoke and spread the skies abroad.)
• 4 [Each of them pow'rful as that sound,
That bid the new-made world go round;
And stronger than the solid poles,
On which the wheel of nature rolls.]

e 5 Whence then should doubts and fears arise? Why trickling sorrows drown our eyes?

e Slowly, alas! our mind receives

The comforts that our Maker gives.

--6 Oh, for a strong, a lasting faith,
To credit what the Almighty saith ;-
T'embrace the message of his Son,
And call the joys of heav'n our own.
g 7 Then should the earth's old pillar shake,
And all the wheels of nature break;
Our steady souls shall fear no more,
Than solid rocks when billows roar.
8 [Our everlasting hopes arise,
Above the ruinable skies,-
Where the eternal Builder reigns,

And his own courts his pow'r sustains.]

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HYMN 61. C. M. Isle of Wight. [b*] A Thought of Death and Glory.

soul, come meditate the day,

M And

think how near it stands

When thou must quit this house of clay,

And fly to unknown lands.

p 2 (And you, mine eyes, look down and view
The hollow gaping tomb;

This gloomy prison waits for you,
Whene'er the summons come.)

e 3 Oh! could we die with those who die,
And place us in their stead;
-Then would our spirits learn to fly,
And converse with the dead.

4 Then should we see the saints above,
In their own glorious forms;

And wonder why our souls should love
To dwell with mortal worms.

5 [How we should scorn these clothes of flesh,
These fetters, and this load,—

And long for evening to undress, 'That we may rest with God.]

o 6 We should almost forsake our clay,
Before the summons come;

And pray and wish our souls away,
To their eternal home.

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HYMN 62. C. M. [b]

God the Thunderer.*

NING to the Lord, ye heav'nly hosts,
And thou, O earth, adore;

*Made in a great sudden storm of thunder, Aug. 20, 1697

Let death and hell, thro' all their coasts,
Stand trembling at his pow'r.

2 His sounding chariots shake the sky,
He makes the clouds his throne;
There all his stores of lightning lie,
Till vengeance darts them down.
3 His nostrils breathe out fiery streams;
And, from his awful tongue.

A sov'reign voice divides the flames,
And thunder rolls along.

4 Think, O my soul, the dreadful day,
When this incensed God

Shall rend the sky, and burn the sea,
And fling his wrath abroad!

5 What shall the wretch, the sinner do,
He once defy'd the Lord!

But he shall dread the Thund'rer now,
And sink beneath his word.
6 Tempests of angry fire shall roll,
To blast the rebel worm,-

And beat upon his naked soul
In one eternal storm.]

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HYMN 63.

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C. M. Bishopsgate. [*]
A Funeral Thought.

ARK! from the tombs a doleful sound!
Mine ears attend the cry-

d "Ye living men, come view the ground,
"Where you must shortly lie.

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2 Princes, this clay must be your bed, "In spite of all your tow'rs;

"The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head, "Must lie as low as ours."

p 3 Great God! is this our certain doom?
And are we still secure!

Still walking downwards to our tomb,
And yet prepare no more!

-4 Grant us the pow'rs of quick'ning grace,
To fit our souls to fly;

o Then, when we drop this dying flesh, We'll rise above the sky.

HYMN 64. L. M. Green's. All Saints. [*] God the Glory and Defence of Zion.

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'H The seat of thy Creator's grace;

APPY the church, thou sacred place,

Thy holy courts are his abode,

Thou earthly palace of our God.

2 Thy walls are strength, and at thy gates, A guard of heav'nly warriors waits; g Nor shall thy deep foundations move, Fix'd on his counsels and his love. o 3 Thy foes in vain designs engage, Against his throne in vain they rage; Like rising waves with angry roar, That dash and die upon the shore. o 4 Then let our souls in Zion dwell, Nor fear the wrath of Rome and hell: His arms embrace this happy ground, Like brazen bulwarks built around. 85 God is our shield, and God our sun; Swift as the fleeting moments run, On us he sheds new beams of grace; And we reflect his brightest praise.

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HYMN 65. C. M.

Canterbury. [*]

Hope of Heaven our Support on Earth.
THEN I can read my title clear

W To mansions in the skies,

I bid farewell to ev'ry fear,

And wipe my weeping eyes.

2 Should earth against my soul engage,
And hellish darts be hurl'd;
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,

And face a frowning world.

3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall;

May I but safely reach my home,

My God, my heav'n, my all:—
4 There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heav'nly rest;

And not a wave of trouble roll,
Across my peaceful breast.

HYMN 66. C. M. Sunday. [*]
A Prospect of Heaven makes Death easy.
1T where saints immortal reign;
HERE is a land of pure delight,

Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

o 2 There everlasting spring abides, And never-with'ring flow'rs:

e Death like a narrow sea, divides This heav'nly land from ours.

b 3 (Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood, Stand dress'd in living green;

-So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan roll'd between.

p 4 But tim'rous mortals start and shrink,
To cross this narrow sea;

And linger shiv'ring on the brink,

And fear to launch away.)

-5 Oh! could we make our doubts remove, Those gloomy doubts that rise,

And see the Canaan that we love,
With unbeclouded eyes!→

6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er

o Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore.

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HYMN 67. C. M.

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Arundel. [*]

God's eternal Dominion.

REAT God! how infinite art thou.
What worthless worms are we!

g Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And pay their praise to thee.
2 Thy throne eternal ages stood,
Ere seas or stars were made:
a Thou art the ever-living God,
Were all the nations dead.

-3 Nature and time quite naked lie,
To thine immense survey,-
From the formation of the sky,
To the great burning day.

g 4 Eternity, with all its years,

Stands present in thy view;

To thee there's nothing old appears-
Great God! there's nothing new.

e 5 Our lives thro' various scenes are drawn, And vex'd with trifling cares;

g While thine eternal thoughts move on Thine undisturb'd affairs.

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