4 Now to the Lamb that once was flain, . Be endless bleffings paid; Salvation, glory, joy remain, For ever on thy head. CV. The Son of God incarnate: Or, the Titles and the Kingdom of Chrift. 1 7. T Ifa. ix. 2, 6, HE lands that long in darkness lay, 2 The virgin's promis'd Son is born; 3 This infant is the mighty God, 4 The government of earth and feas, 5 Jefus the holy child fhall fit, Shall crufh his foes beneath his feet, CVI. Bleffed are the Dead that die in the Lord. Rev. xiv. 13. H EAR what the voice from heav'n proclaims, Sweet is the Savour of their names, 2 They die in Jefus, and are blefs'd; 3 Far from this world of toil and ftrife, The labours of their mortal life, End in a large reward. 1 CVII. Hope of Heaven by the Resurrection of Chrift, 1 Pet, i. 3, 4, 5. 'BLESS'D be the everlasting God, The Father of our Lord'; Be his abounding mercy prais'd, His Majefty ador'd. 2 When from the dead he rais'd his fon, He gave our fouls a lively hope, 3 What tho' our inbred fins require, Yet as the Lord our faviour rofe, 4 There's an inheritance divine, 5 Saints by the pow'r of God are kept, We walk by faith, as ftrangers here,1 'Till Chrift fhall call us home. CVIII. The Chriftian Race. Ifa. 'Α WAKE our fouls, away our fears; Awake, and run the heav'nly race, 2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road, But they forget the mighty God, That feeds the ftrength of ev'ry faint.. I 2 3 The 3 The mighty God, whose matchless pow'r, And firm endures while endless years From thee the over-flowing spring, 5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air, We'll mount aloft to thine abode; On wings of love our fouls fhall fly, Nor tire amidst the heav'nly road. 2 CIX. The Works of Mofes and the Lamb. Rev. xv. 3. OW ftrong thy arm is mighty God! Jefus, how fweet thy beauties are! Who would not love the Lamb? 2 He has done more than Mofes did, 3 In the red fea, by Mofes' hand, Th' egyptian-hoft was drown'd: But his own blood hides all our fin, And guilt no more is found. 4 When thro' the defart Ifra'l went, 5 Mofes beheld the promis'd land, 1 But Chrift fhall bring his followers home, 6 Then fhall our love and joy be full, CX. T° Preferving Grace. Jude O God the only wife, 2 "Tis his Almighty love, His counfel and his care, 3 He will present our fouls, پھر I 3 4 Then |