Werthy, holy Lamb, art thou, HYMN XVII Heavenly Joy on Earth. CO NOME we that love the Lord, The Sorrows of the Mind Be banish'd from the Place; Religion never was defign'd To make our Pleasures lefs. The Men of Grace hath found Celeftial Fruits, on earthly Ground, The Hill of Zion yields A thousand facred Sweets, Before we reach the heav'nly Fields, Or walk the golden Streets. Then let our Songs abound, And ev'ry Tear be dry, We're marching thro' Iminanuel's Ground To fairer Worlds on high. The Wisdom of GoD Foolishness with Men, Saviour, thou thy Myfteries Haft often cover'd from the Wife,. And Babes thy Glory fhew'd; The nat❜ral Man can't right conceive They this World's Wifdom feek and gain,, What is our Saviour's Will. Thrice happy then are we, who prove Which we fhall have in Heav'n, H The Triumph of FAITH. Thy Members here, Shall fing like thofe in Glory. The Praife of our Salvation.. While in Affliction's Furnace, And ever brings us nigher. The Love divine, Which made us thine, Shall keep us thine for ever. Thou doft conduct thy People Whilft thou art near, The Fire of Tribulation. The World with Sin and Satan Break thro' them all,. And fing the Song of Mofes. By Faith we see the Glory, For that high Prize, Which thou haft fet before us. At God's right Hand,'. To take us up to Heav'n. HYMN XX. The Same. EJOICE, the Lord is King! R Your Lord and King adore, Mortals give Thanks and fing, And triumph evermore : Lift up your Heart, lift up your Voice, Rejoice, again I fay, rejoice. Jefus the Saviour reigns, The God of Truth and Love, Lift up your Heart, lift up your Voice, His Kingdom cannot fail, He rules o'er Earth and Heav'n, Are to our Jefus giv'n : Lift up your Heart, lift up your Voice,, Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. He fits at God's right Hand And fall beneath his Feet: Lift up your Heart, lift up your Voice. Rejoice in glorious Hope, To their eternal Home : We foon fhall hear th' Arch-Angel's Voice, The Trump of God fhall found Rejoice! HYMN XXI. Little Children, love one another. G t IVER of Concord, Prince of Peace, Bid our unruly Paffions ceafe, Us into clofeft Union draw, And in our inward Parts, Let Kindness fweetly write her Law, CO let thy Love our Hearts constrain, What haft thou done our Hearts to gain, Who would not now pursue the Way |