7 That all the prostrate pow'rs of hell might tremble at his word,

And ev'ry tribe, and ev'ry tongue, confess that he is Lord.

LIII. 1 THESSAL. iv. 13, to the end.

Tin Jesus fall asleep;

MAKE_comfort, Christians, when your

Their better being never ends;

why then dejected weep?

2 Why inconsolable, as those
to whom no hope is giv'n?
Death is the messenger of peace,
and calls the soul to heav'n.

3 As Jesus dy'd, and rose again
victorious from the dead;
So his disciples rise, and reign
with their triumphant head.

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4 The time draws nigh, when from the clouds Christ shall with shouts descend, And the last trumpet's awful voice the heav'ns and earth shall rend.

5 Then they who live shall changed be,
and they who sleep shall wake;
The graves shall yield their ancient charge,
and earth's foundations shake.

6 The saints of God, from death set free,
with joy shall mount on high;
The heav'nly hosts with praises loud
shall meet them in the sky.

7 Together to their Father's house
with joyful hearts they go;
And dwell for ever with the Lord,
beyond the reach of woe.

8 A few short years of evil past,

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we reach the happy shore,

Where death-divided friends at last
shall meet, to part no more.

LIV. 2 TIM. i. 12.

'M not asham'd to own my Lord, Ir to defend his cause,

Maintain the glory of his cross,
and honour all his laws.

2 Jesus, my Lord! I know his name,
his name is all my boast;

Nor will he put my soul to shame,
nor let my hope be lost.

3 I know that safe with him remains,
protected by his pow'r,

What I've committed to his trust,
till the decisive hour.

4 Then will he own his servant's name before his Father's face,

And in the New Jerusalem
appoint my soul a place.

LV. 2 TIM. iv. 6, 7, 8, 18.

1M the solemn hour is nigh,

Y race is run; my warfare 's o'er;

When, offer'd up to God, my soul
shall wing its flight on high.

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

Finish'd my course, and kept the faith, depending on his word.

3 Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown which cannot fade;

The righteous Judge at that great day shall place it on my head.

4 Nor hath the sov'reign Lord decreed
this prize for me alone;

But for all such as love like me
th' appearance of his Son.

5 From ev'ry snare and evil work
his grace shall me defend,
And to his heav'nly kingdom safe
shall bring me in the end.

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LVI. TITUS iii. 3-9.

wretched was our former state, when, slaves to Satan's sway, With hearts disorder'd and impure, o'erwhelm'd in sin we lay!

2 But, O my soul! for ever praise, for ever love his name,

Who turn'd thee from the fatal paths of folly, sin, and shame.

3 Vain and presumptuous is the trust which in our works we place, Salvation from a higher source flows to the human race.

4 'Tis from the mercy of our God that all our hopes begin;

His mercy sav'd our souls from death, and wash'd our souls from sin.

5 His Spirit, through the Saviour shed, its sacred fire imparts,

Refines our dross, and love divine rekindles in our hearts.

6 Thence rais'd from death, we live anew and, justify'd by grace,

We hope in glory to appear,

and see our Father's face.

7 Let all who hold this faith and hope in holy deeds abound;

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Thus faith approves itself sincere,
by active virtue crown'd.

LVII. HEB. iv. 14, to the end.

Jfor us his life resign'd,

TESUS, the Son of God, who once

Now lives in heav'n, our great High Priest, and never-dying friend.

2 Through life, through death, let us to him with constancy adhere;

Faith shall supply new strength, and hope shall banish ev'ry fear.

3 To human weakness not severe
is our High Priest above;
His heart o'erflows with tenderness,
his bowels melt with love.

4 With sympathetic feelings touch'd,

he knows our feeble frame;

He knows what sore temptations are,
for he has felt the same.

5 But though he felt temptation's pow'r,
unconquer'd he remain'd;
Nor, 'midst the frailty of our frame,
by sin was ever stain'd.

6 As, in the days of feeble flesh,

he pour'd forth cries and tears; So, though exalted, still he feels what ev'ry Christian bears.

7 Then let us, with a filial heart, come boldly to the throne

Of grace supreme, to tell our griefs, and all our wants make known: 8 That mercy we may there obtain for sins and errors past,

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And grace to help in time of need, while days of trial last.

LVIII. Another version of the same passage.

WHERE high the heav'nly temple

stands,

The house of God not made with hands,
A great High Priest our nature wears,
The guardian of mankind appears.
2 He who for men their surety stood,
And pour'd on earth his precious blood,
Pursues in heav'n his mighty plan,
The Saviour and the friend of man.

3 Though now ascended up on high,
He bends on earth a brother's eye;
Partaker of the human name,
He knows the frailty of our frame.
4 Our fellow-suff'rer yet retains
A fellow-feeling of our pains;
And still remembers in the skies
His tears, his agonies, and cries.

5 In ev'ry pang that rends the heart,
The Man of sorrows had a part;
He sympathizes with our grief,
And to the sufferer sends relief.

6 With boldness, therefore, at the throne,
Let us make all our sorrows known;
And ask the aids of heav'nly pow'r
To help us in the evil hour.