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5 The lids he so seldom could close,
By sorrow forbidden to sleep,
Have strangely forgotten to weep:
These hollows from water are free,
180 On the death of an eminent Saint. P. M. ON N the everlasting mountains,
Lo, the thirsty, longing soul Drinks, where from a thousand fountains,
Endless joys in rivers roll. 2 Burst the captive from his prison,
Glad to leave the realms of night; Glorious now the exile's risen
To his home, his God, in light. 3 “ Christ, the strength of heav'nly warriors."
Shouts the victor spirit now; “ Arm’d by thee I've storm’d the barriers !
Conquer'd is the haughty foe! 4 Now receive me to the city,
Let me join the happy band; Me the object of thy pity!
Crown me, crown me with thy hand !" 5 Hosts celestial, see it granted !
Praise, in pealinga nthems praise!
Christ the Lord gave all he wanted!
Raise, to Jesus, anthems raise ! 6 On the everlasting mountains,
Lo! the sav'd, th' enraptur'd soul Sings, where from a thousand fountains,
Endless joys in rivers roll.
Christsthe Lord is ris'n to day...
Day of judgment, day of wonders !..... Page 168
E’er I sleep, for ev'ry favour
Far from these narrow scenes of night...... 138
Gentle Jesus, lovely Lamb
Hail, thou once despised Jesus !