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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.

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Triumph over death, in hope of the resurrection ND must this body die?

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A This mortal frame decay?

And must these active limbs of mine
Lie mould'ring in the clay ?

Corruption, earth and worms
Shall but refine this flesh,
Till my triumphant spirit comes,
To put it on airesh.

3 God, my Redeemer, lives,
And often from the skies

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Looks down, and watches all my dus,
Till he shall bid it rise.

Array'd in glorious grace

Shall these vile bodies shine,
And every shape, and every face
Look heavenly and divine.

These lively hopes we owe
To Jesus' dying love;

We would adore his grace below,
And sing his power above.

Dear Lord, accept the praise
Of these our bumble songs,

Till tunes of nobler sound we raise
With our immortal tongues.

HYMN 111. C. M.

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Thanksgiving for victory; or, God's dominion,

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and our deliverance.

ION, rejoice; and Judah, sing;
The Lord assumes his throne;
Come, let us own the heavenly King,
And make his glories known.

2 The great, the wicked, and the proud,
From their high seats are hurl'd;
Jehovah rides upon a cloud,

And thunders through the world. 3 He reigns upon th' eternal hills, Distributes mortal crowns;

Empires are fix'd beneath his smiles,
And totter at his frowns.

4 Navies, that rule the ocean wide,
Are vanquish'd by his breath,
And legions, arm'd with power and pride,
Descend to wat'ry death.

5 Let tyrants make no more pretence
To vex our happy land:
Jehovah's name is our defence,

Our buckler is his hand.

6 [Still may the King of Grace descend,
To rule us by his word;
And all the honours we can give,
Be offer'd to the Lord.]

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HYMN 112. L M.

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Angels administering to Christ and saints.
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Angels, in aft their robes of light,
Are made the servants of his throne.
2 Before his feet thine armies wait,
And swift as flames of fire they move,
To manage his affairs of state,

In works of vengeance and of love.
3 His orders run through all the hosts,
Legions descend at his command,

To shield and guard our native coasts,
When foreign rage invades our land.
4 Now they are sent to guide our feet
Up to the gates of thine abode,
Through all the dangers that we meet
In travelling the heavenly road.

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Lord, when I leave this mortal ground,
And thou shalt bid me rise and come,
Send a beloved angel down,

Safe to conduct my spirit home.

HYMN 113. C. M.

The same.

THE majesty of Solomon,
How glorious to behold;

The servants waiting round his throne,
The iv'ry and the gold!

2 But, mighty God! thy palace shines
With far superior beams;

Thine angel guards are swift as winde,
Thy ministers are flames.

[Soon as thine only Son had made
His entrance on the earth,

A shining army downward fled,
To celebrate his birth.

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4 And when oppress'd with pains and fears,
On the cold ground he lies,
Behold a heavenly form appears,
T'allay his agonies.]

5 Now to the bands of Christ our King,
Are all their legions given;
They wait upon his saints, and bring
His chosen heirs to heaven.

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,
When he his angels sends
Obstinate rebels to destroy,
And gather in his friends.

8 Oh! could I say without a doubt,
"There shall my soul be found,"
Then let the great archangel shout,
And the last trumpet sound.

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,
And shook the gates of hell.

2 'Tis finish'd, our Immanuel cries;
The dreadful work is done :

Hence shall his sovereign' throne arise;
His kingdom is begun.

3 His cross a sure foundation laid

For glory and renown.

When, through the regions of the dead,
He pass'd to reach the crown.

4 Exalted at his Father's side,
Sits our victorious Lord;

To heaven and hell his hands divide
The vengeance or reward.

5 The saints from his propitious eye
Await their sev'ral crowns,
And all the sons of darkness fly
The terror of his frowns.

HYMN 115. C. M.

God the avenger of his saints; or, his kingdom

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IGH as the heavens above the ground
Reigns the Creator, GOD:

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Wide as the whole creation's bound

Extends his awful rod.

2 Let princes of exalted state

To him ascribe their crown;
Render their homage at his feet,
And cast their glories down.

3 Know that his kingdom is supreme,
Your lofty thoughts are vain;
He calls you gods, that awful name,
But ye must die like men.

Then let the sovereigns of the globe
Not dare to vex the just;
He puts on vengeance like a robe,
And treads the worms to dust.

5 Ye judges of the earth, be wise,
And think of heaven with fear;
The meanest saint that you despise
Has an avenger there.