5 Give me thy strength, O God of pow'r : Then let winds blow, or thunders roar, Thy faithful witness will I be :

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'Tis fixt; I can do all through thee.

Triumph.] HYMN 464. L. M.

HE Lord is King, and earth submits,

THoorer impatient, to his sway;

Between the cherubim he sits,

And makes his restless foes obey.

2 All power is to our Jesus given;

O'er earth's rebellious sons he reigns;
He mildly rules the hosts of heaven;
And holds the powers of hell in chains.
3 In vain doth Satan rage his hour,

Beyond his chain he cannot go;
Our Jesus shall stir up his power,
And soon avenge us of our foe.
4 Jesus shall his great arm reveal;

Jesus, the Woman's conquering seed; (Though now the serpent bruise his HEEL.) Jesus shall bruise the serpent's HEAD.

5 The enemy his tares hath sown,

But Christ shall shortly root them up,
Shall cast the dire accuser down,
And disappoint his children's hope:
6 Shall still the proud Philistine's noise;
Baffle the sons of unbelief;
Nor long permit them to rejoice,
But turn their triumph into grief,

7 Come, glorious Lord, the rebels spurn
Scatter thy foes, victorious King;
And Gath and Askelon shall mourn,
And all the sons of God shall sing

8 Shall magnify the sovereign grace
Of Him that sits upon the throne;
And earth and heaven conspire to praise
Jehovah, and his conquering Son.

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St. Johns.] HYMN 465. 4 8's & 2 6's.

RE there not in the lab'rer's day,

A Twelve hours in which he safely may

His calling's work pursue? Though sin and Satan still are near, Nor sin, nor Satan can I fear,

With Jesus in my view.

2 Light of the world, thy beams I bless;
On thee, bright Sun of Righteousness,
My faith hath fixt its eye;
Guided by thee through all I go,
Nor fear the ruin spread below,
For thou art always nigh.

3 Ten thousand snares my paths beset,
Yet will I, Lord, the work complete,
Which thou to me hast giv'n;
Regardless of the pains I feel,
Close by the gates of death and hell,
I urge my way to heav'n.

4 Still will I strive, and labour still,
With humble zeal to do thy will,
And trust in thy defence;
My soul into thy hands I give,
And if he can obtain thy leave,
Let Satan pluck me thence.

St. Peters.] HYMN 466. L. M.

Go preach my Gospel, saith the Lord,

Bid the whole world my grace receive; He shall be sav'd that trusts my word; He shall be damn'd that won't believe.

2 I'll make your great commission known,
And ye shall prove my Gospel true,
By all the works that I have done,
By all the wonders ye shall do.

3 Teach all the nations my commands;
"I'm with you till the world shall end;
All pow'r is trusted in my hands,
I can destroy, and I defend."

Winter.] HYMN 467. C. M.

1 ESU, the word of mercy give,

Jand let it swiftly run;

And let the priests themselves believe,
And put salvation on.

2 Cloth'd with the Spirit of Holiness,
May all thy people prove
The plenitude of Gospel grace,
The joy of perfect love.

: 3 Jesus, let all thy lovers shine,
Illustrious as the sun;

And bright with borrow'd rays divine,
Their glorious circuit run.

4 Beyond the reach of mortals, spread
Their light where'er they go;
And heavenly influences shed
On all the world below.

5 As giants may they run their race,
Exulting in their might;

As burning luminaries chase
The gloom of hellish night.

6 As the bright Sun of Righteousness,
Their healing wings display;

And let their lustre still increase
Unto the perfect day.

Mount Pleasant.] HYMN 468. C. M

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JESUS, the name high over all,

In hell, or earth, or sky!
Angels and men before it fall,
And devils fear and fly.

2 Jesus, the Name to sinners dear,
The Name to sinners given!
It scatters all their guilt and fear;
It turns their hell to heaven.

3 Jesus the prisoner's fetters breaks,
And bruises Satan's head;

Power into strengthless souls it speaks,
And life into the dead.

4 O that the world might taste and see
The riches of his grace;
The arms of love that compass me,
Would all mankind embrace.

5 His only righteousness I show,
His saving truth proclaim:
'Tis all my business here below,
"Behold the Lamb!"

To cry,

6 Happy, if with my latest breath
I may but gasp his Name!
Preach him to all, and cry in death,
"Behold, behold the Lamb!"

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Melody.] HYMN 469. C. M.

JESUS, my strength and righteousness,

My Saviour and my King,

Triumphantly thy name I bless,

Thy conqu❜ring name I sing.

2 Thou Lord, hast magnify'd thy name,

Thou hast maintain'd thy cause,

And I enjoy the glorious shame,
The scandal of thy cross.

3 Thou gavest me to speak thy word,
In the appointed hour;

I have proclaim'd my dying Lord,
And felt thy Spirit's pow'r.

4 Superior to my foes I stood,

Above their smile or frown:
On all the strangers to thy blood
With pitying love look down.
5 O let me have thy presence still,
Set as a flint my face,

To show the counsel of thy will,
Which saves a world by grace!

60 let me never blush to own
The glorious Gospel-word;

Which saves a world through faith alone Faith in a dying Lord!

Egypt.] HYMN 470. S. M.

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THE good fight have fought,"
O when shall I declare!
The vict❜ry by my Saviour got,
I long with Paul to share.

O may I triumph so,

When all my warfare's past;
And dying, find my latest foe
Under my feet at last!

This blessed word be mine,
Just as the port is gain'd;

"Kept by the pow'r of grace divine,
I have the faith maintain'd."

Th' apostles of my Lord,

To whom it first was giv'n,

They could not speak a greater word,
Nor all the saints in heav'n.