3 Gentiles and Jews his laws obey,
Nations remote their off'rings bring,
And, unconstrain'd their homage pay
To their exalted God and king.
4 O may his holy Church increase,
His word and Spirit still prevail;
While angels celebrate his praise,
And saints his growing glories hail!
5 Loud hallelujahs to the Lamb,
From all below and all above;
In lofty songs exalt his name,
In songs, as lasting as his love.

HYMN 21. Second Part. L. M.
Election sovereign and free.

1 BEHOLD! the potter moulds the clay,

His vessel forms himself to please :
Such is our God, and such are we,
The subjects of his just decrees.

2 Doth not the workman's pow'r extend
O'er all the mass; which part to choose,
And mould it for a nobler end;
And which to leave for viler use?
3 May not the sov'reign Lord on high
Dispense his favours as he will;
Choose some to life, while others die;
And yet be just and glorious still?
4 What, if to make his terror known,
He lets his patience long endure,
Suff'ring vile rebels to go on,

And seal their own destruction sure?
5 What, if he mean to show his grace,
And his electing love employ
To mark out some of mortal race,
And form them fit for heav'nly joy?

• Shall man reply against the Lord,
And call his Maker's ways unjust;
The thunder of whose dreadful word
Can crush a thousand worlds to dust?
7 But, O! my soul, if truth so bright
Should dazzle and confound thy sight;
Yet still his written will obey,
And wait the great decisive day.
Then shall he make his justice known:
And the whole world, before his throne
With joy, or terror, shall confess
The glory of his righteousness.

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HYMN 21. Third Part. S. M.
Communion of Saints.

BLEST be the tie that binds

Our hearts in Christian love :

The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above.

2 Before our Father's throne

We pour our ardent prayers;

Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, Our comforts and our cares.

3 We share our mutual woes; Our mutual burdens bear; And often for each other flows The sympathising tear.

4 We're one in Christ our head,
In him we grow, and thrive;
Nor will he leave us with the dead,
While he remains alive.

5 This glorious hope revives
Our courage by the way;

While each in expectation lives,
And longs to see the day.

6 From sorrow, toil, and pain,
And sin, we shall be free;

And perfect love and friendship reign
Thro' all eternity.

HYMN 21. Fourth Part. S. M.
Christian love.

Lechristian world o'erspread;

ET party-names no more

Gentile and Jew, and bond and free,
Are one in Christ their head.
2 Among the saints on earth
Let mutual love be found;
Heirs of the same inheritance,

With mutual blessings crown'd.
3 Let envy, child of hell!
Be banish'd far away;

Those should in strictest friendship dwell,
Who the same Lord obey.

4 Thus will the church below

Resemble that above,

Where streams of pleasure ever flow,
And ev'ry heart is love.

HYMN 21. Fifth Part. L. M.
Forgiveness of sins.

ORGIVENESS! 'tis a joyful sound, To sinners doom'd to death and pains; The blood of Christ heals ev'ry wound, And washes from the foulest stains. 2 'Tis the rich gift of love divine: 'Tis full, out-meas'ring ev'ry crime: Unclouded shall its glories shine, And feel no change by changing time. 3 O'er sins unbounded as the sand, And like the mountains for their size,

The seas of sov'reign grace expand; The seas of sov'reign grace arise. 4 For this stupendous love of heav'n, What grateful honours shall we show! Where much.transgression is forgiv❜n, Love should with fervent ardor glow. HYMN 21. Sixth Part. L. M.

Seeking pardon.

ORD, at thy feet I prostrate fall,

'L Opprest with fears, to thee I call:

Reveal thy pard'ning love to me,

And set my captive spirit free.

2 Hast thou not said, "Seek ye my face;" The invitation I embrace;

I'll seek thy face; thy Spirit give!
O! let me see thy face, and live.

8 I'll seek thy face with cries and tears,
With secret sighs and fervent prayers;
And, if not heard, I'll waiting sit,
And perish at my Saviour's feet.

4 But canst thou, Lord, behold my pain,
And bid me seek thy face in vain!
Thou wilt not, canst not me deceive,
The soul that seeks thy face shall live.
HYMN 22. First Part. L. M.

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Resurrection of the dead.

LEST Jesus, source of ev'ry grace, From far to view thy smiling face, While absent thus by faith we live, Exceeds all joys that earth can give. 2 But O! what extacy unknown Fills the wide circle round thy throne, Where ev'ry rapt'rous hour appears Nobler than millions of our years!

3 Millions by millions multiplied, Shall ne'er thy saints from thee divide; But the bright legions live and praise Thro' all thy own immortal days. 4 O happy dead, in thee that sleep, Tho' o'er their mould'ring dust we weep! O faithful Saviour, who shall come That dust to ransom from the tomb ! 5 While thine unerring word imparts So rich a cordial to our hearts,

Thro' tears our triumphs shall be shown, Tho' round their graves, and near our own. Second Part. C. M.

HYMN 22.

A prospect of the resurrection.

1 HOW long shall death, the tyrant, reign, And triumph o'er the just;

While the rich blood of martyrs slain,
Lies mingled with the dust?

2 Faith sees the Lord of glory come,
With flaming guards around;
The skies divide to make him room,
The trumpet shakes the ground.

3 Faith hears the voice, "Ye dead arise!"
And lo! the graves obey;

And waking saints with joyful eyes
Salute th' expected day.

4 They leave the dust, and on the wing
Rise to the midway air;

In shining garments meet their King,
And low adore him there.

5 O may our humble spirits stand
Among them cloth'd in white!
The meanest place at his right hand
Is infinite delight.