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2 I right early shall awake
And see the perfect day;
Soon the Lamb of God shall take
When to me my Lord shall come,
3 Son of God, arise, arise,
And to thy temple come!
And seal me all thine own.
Liberty.] HYMN 370. 6 lines 8's.
RIS'NERS of hope, lift up your heads,
Shall soon in your behalf appear:
3 Yes, Lord, we must believe thee kind,
4 O ye of fearful hearts, be strong!
Hope to the end, in Jesus hope!
5 Pris'ners of hope, be strong, be bold;
Our hearts, and make us free indeed?
Thou diedst, and could'st not die in vain.
7 Lord, we believe, and wait the hour,
8 The promise stands for ever sure,
In spirit join'd to thee, the Son,
Triumph.] HYMN 371. L. M.
ET not the wise their wisdom boast;
The rich in flatt'ring riches trust,
The rush of numerous years bears down
The boasting soul that knows his God; When Jesus doth his blood apply,
I glory in his sprinkled blood.
The wisdom, wealth, and strength of grace,
Farnworth.] HYMN 372. S. M.
LORD, in the strength of grace,
With a glad heart and free,
Myself, my residue of days,
Thy ransom'd servant I,
Tunbridge.] HYMN 373. 6 lines 8's.
GOD, what offering shall I give
To thee, the Lord of earth and skies? My spirit, soul, and flesh receive, A holy, living sacrifice, Small as it is, 'tis all my store;
More should'st thou have, if I had more. 2 Now then, my God, thou hast my soul: No longer mine, but thine I am: Guard thou thine own, possess it whole! Cheer it with hope, with love inflame! Thou hast my spirit; there display Thy glory to the perfect day.
3 Thou hast my flesh, thy hallow'd shrine, Devoted solely to thy will: Here let thy light for ever shine:
This house still let thy presence fill: O Source of Life-live, dwell, and move In me, till all my life be love!
4 O never in these veils of shame,
(Sad fruits of sin,) my glorying be! Clothe with salvation, through thy name, My soul, and let me put on thee! Be living faith my costly dress, And my best robe thy righteousness. 5 Send down thy likeness from above, And let this my adorning be:
Clothe me with wisdom, patience, love, With lowliness and purity,
Than gold and pearls more precious far, And brighter than the morning-star. 6 Lord, arm me with thy Spirit's might, Since I am call'd by thy great name, In thee let all my thoughts unite, Of all my works be thou the aim: Thy love attend me all my days, And my sole business be thy praise!
Gainsborough.] HYMN 374. C. M.
NATHER, into thy hands alone
My all, thy property I own:
2 Hereafter none can take away
3 Confiding in thy only love,
I wait thy faithfulness to prove,
4 Take when thou wilt into thy hands,
5 Determin'd all thy will t' obey,
Give, Lord, or take thy gifts away,
Rochester.] HYMN 375. C. M.
NATHER, to thee my soul I lift;
Convinc'd that every perfect gift
2 Mercy and grace are thine alone,
3 We cannot speak one useful word,
4 His blood demands the purchas'd grace
5 Thou all our works in us hast wrought, Our good is all divine:
The praise of every virtuous thought,
6 From thee, through Jesus, we receive. The power on thee to call;