2 Refts fecure the righteous man :
At his Redeemer's beck,
Sure t'emerge and rise again,
And mount above the wreck;
Lo! the heav'nly spirit tow'rs,

Like flames o'er nature's fun'ral pyre,
Triumphs in immortal pow'rs,
And claps his wings of fire!

3 Nothing hath the juft to lofe

By worlds on worlds deftroy'd;
Far beneath his feet he views,
With fmiles, the flaming void;
Sees this univerfe renew❜d,

The grand millennial year begun;
Shouts with all the fons of God
Around th' eternal throne !

4 Refting in this glorious hope, To be at last restor❜d;

I

Yield we now our bodies up

To earthquake, plague, or fword;
Lift'ning for the call divine,

The latest trumpet of the fev'n;
Soon our foul and duft fhall join,
And both fly up to heav'n.

HYMN CCLXV.

LONG to behold him array'd With glory and light from above; The King in his beauty display'd, His beauty of holiest love: I languifh and figh to be there, Where Jefus hath fix'd his abode;

when fhall we meet in the air,
And fly to the mountain of God!

2 With him I on Sion shall stand,

For Jefus hath spoken the word, The breadth of Immanuel's land Survey by the light of my Lord: But, when on thy bofom reclin'd, Thy face I am ftrengthen'd to fee, My fulness of rapture I find,

My heaven of heavens in thee.

3 How happy the people, that dwell
Secure in the city above!
No pain the inhabitants feel,

No ficknefs or forrow fhall prove;
Physician of fouls, unto me

Forgiveness and holiness give;
And then from the body fet free,
And then to the city receive.

HYMN CCLXVI. L, M.

HANKS be to God, whofe faithful love
Hath call'd another to his breast,

ΤΗ

Translated him to joys above,

To manfions of eternal reft,

2 He the good fight of faith hath won,
He heard with joy the welcome word;
"Hither come up, thy work is done,
"And reign for ever with thy Lord."

3 By the angelic hofts convey'd,
Lodg'd in the garner of the fky,
He refts, in Abrah'm's bofom laid,
He lives with God, no more to die.

4 Thanks be to God, through Chrift alone,
Who gave our friend the victory,
O Mafter, say to me," Well done!"
May I rejoice to die in thee.

HYMN CCLXVII, C. M.

ND muft I be to judgment brought,
And anfwer in that day,

For ev'ry vain and idle thought,
And ev'ry word I say?

2 Yes, ev'ry fecret of my heart
Shall fhortly be made known;
And I receive my juft defert,
For all that I have done.

3 How careful then ought I to live;
With what religious fear;
Who fuch a strict account must give
For my behaviour here!

4 Thou awful Judge of quick and dead,
The watchful pow'r bestow!

So fhall I to my ways take heed,
To all I speak or do.

5 If now thou" ftandeft at the door,"
O let me feel thee near!

And make my peace with God, before
I at thy bar appear.

HYMN CCLXVIII. L. M.

W

HY fhould we ftart and fear to die!
What tim'rous worms we mortals are!

Death is the gate to endless joy,

And yet we dread to enter there.

2 The pains, the groans, the dying ftrife,
Fright our approaching fouls away;
And we thrink back, again, to life,
Fond of our prifon and our clay.

3 0 if my Lord would come and meet,
My foul would stretch her wings in hafte,
Fly fearless thro' death's iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as fhe pafs'd!

4 Jefus can make a dying bed

Feel foft as downy pillows are,
While on his breaft I lean my head,
And breathe my life out fweetly there.

I

NEW-YEAR.

HYMN CCLXIX.

HOME let us anew, our journey purfue,
Roll round with the year,

C

And never ftand ftill till the Master appear! His adorable will let us gladly fulfil,

And our talents improve

[love.

By the patience of hope, and the labour of

2 Our life as a dream, our time as a ftream
Glides fwiftly away,

And the fugitive moment refuses to stay;
The arrow is flown, the moment is gone;
The millennial year

Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here.

3 O that each in the day of his coming may say, "I have fought my way through,

I have finifh'd the work thou didft give me to do!"

I

O that each from his Lord, may receive the glad word,

"Well and faithfully done!

"Enter into my joy,and fit down on my throne."

3.

THE

HY MN CCLXX.

HE Lord of earth and sky,
The God of ages praise!
Who reigns enthron'd on high,
Ancient of endless days;

Who lengthens out our trials here,
And fpares us yet another year.

Barren and wither'd trees,

We cumber'd long the ground!
No fruit of holiness

On our dead fouls was found;
Yet doth he us in mercy spare,
Another, and another year.

When Juftice drew the fword,
To cut the fig-tree down;
The pity of our Lord,

Cry'd, "Let it still alone !"

The Father mild inclines his ear,
And fpares us yet another year.

4 Jefus, thy fpeaking blood,

5

From God obtain'd the grace;
Who therefore hath beftow'd
On us a longer space;

Thou didst in our behalf appear,
And lo! we see another year!

Then dig about our root,

Break up our fallow ground,
And let our gracious fruit
To thy great praise abound;