m 3 Through seas and storms of deep distress We sail by faith, and not by sight; Faith guides us in the wilderness, Through all the terrors of the night. 4 Dear Father, if thy lifted rod Resolve to scourge us here below; Still let us lean upon our God, Thine arm shall bear us safely through. HYMN 110. S. M. 門 Triumph over death, in hope of the resurrection ND must this body die? 1 བྱཱ A This mortal frame decay? And must these active limbs of mine Corruption, earth and worms 3 God, my Redeemer, lives, & 5 Looks down, and watches all my dus, Array'd in glorious grace Shall these vile bodies shine, These lively hopes we owe We would adore his grace below, Dear Lord, accept the praise Till tunes of nobler sound we raise HYMN 111. C. M. (*) Thanksgiving for victory; or, God's dominion, 1 ZO and our deliverance. ION, rejoice; and Judah, sing; 2 The great, the wicked, and the proud, And thunders through the world. 3 He reigns upon th' eternal hills, Distributes mortal crowns; Empires are fix'd beneath his smiles, 4 Navies, that rule the ocean wide, 5 Let tyrants make no more pretence Our buckler is his hand. 6 [Still may the King of Grace descend, 1 HYMN 112. L M. (*). Angels administering to Christ and saints. K K Angels, in aft their robes of light, In works of vengeance and of love. To shield and guard our native coasts, 1 w Lord, when I leave this mortal ground, Safe to conduct my spirit home. HYMN 113. C. M. The same. THE majesty of Solomon, The servants waiting round his throne, 2 But, mighty God! thy palace shines Thine angel guards are swift as winde, [Soon as thine only Son had made A shining army downward fled, (*) w 4 And when oppress'd with pains and fears, 5 Now to the bands of Christ our King, 6 Pleasure and praise run through their host, To see a sinner turn; That Satan has a captive lost, And Christ a subject born. 7 But there's an hour of brighter joy, 8 Oh! could I say without a doubt, HYMN 114. C. M. Christ's death, victory, and dominion. 1 SING my Saviour's wondrous death; He conquer'd when he fell: 'Tis finish'd, said his dying breath, 2 'Tis finish'd, our Immanuel cries; Hence shall his sovereign' throne arise; 3 His cross a sure foundation laid For glory and renown. When, through the regions of the dead, 4 Exalted at his Father's side, To heaven and hell his hands divide 5 The saints from his propitious eye HYMN 115. C. M. God the avenger of his saints; or, his kingdom 1 supreme. IGH as the heavens above the ground HIG Wide as the whole creation's bound Extends his awful rod. 2 Let princes of exalted state To him ascribe their crown; 3 Know that his kingdom is supreme, Then let the sovereigns of the globe 5 Ye judges of the earth, be wise, |