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HYMN 27. L. M. Blendon. [*]

Praise ye Him, all His Angels. Ps. cxlviii. 2.
OD, the eternal, awful name,

G That the whole heavenly army fears!

That shakes the wide creation's frame,
And Satan trembles when he hears!
--2 Like flames of fire his servants are,
And light surrounds his dwelling-place;
o But, O ye fiery flames, declare
The brighter glories of his face.

e 3 "Tis not for such poor worms as we,
To speak so infinite a thing;
-But your immortal eyes survey

The beauties of your sovereign King.
o 4 Tell how he shows his smiling face,
And clothes all heaven in bright array;
Triumph and joy run through the place,
And songs eternal as the day.

o 5 Speak-for you feel his burning love,-
What zeal it spreads through all your frame
e That sacred fire dwells all above,

For we on earth have lost the name. -6 [Sing of his power, and justice too, That infinite right hand of his,

That vanquished Satan and his crew; o And thunder drove them down from bliss. d 7 What mighty storms of poisoned darts Were hurled upon the rebels there! What deadly javelins nailed their hearts, Fast to the racks of long despair.

o 8 Shout to your King, ye heavenly host, You that beheld the sinking foe;

Firmly ye stood, when they were lost; o Praise the rich grace that kept you so.] u 9 Proclaim his wonders from the skies; Let every distant nation hear :

-And while you sound his lofty praise, e Let humble mortals bow, and fear!

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HYMN 28. C. M.

Windsor. [b]

Death and Eternity.

STOOP down, my thoughts, that used to rise;

Converse awhile with deatn⚫

e Think how a gasping mortal lies,— And pants away his breath.

p 2 His quivering lip hangs feebly down,
His pulse is faint and few;

Then, speechless, with a doleful groan,
He bids the world adieu!

e 3 But oh, the soul that never dies!
At once it leaves the clay!

-Ye thoughts, pursue it where it flies,
And track its wondrous way.

u 4 Up to the courts where angels dwell,
It mounts, triumphant there :-

a Or devils plunge it down to hell, In infinite despair.

p 5 And must my body faint and die?
And must this soul remove?

Oh, for some guardian angel nigh,
To bear it safe above!

-6 Jesus, to thy dear faithful hand,
My naked soul 1 trust;

e And my flesh waits for thy command, To drop into my dust.

HYMN 29. C. M.

1 JEM

Devizes. [*]

Redemption by Price and Power.
ESUS, with all thy saints above,
My tongue would bear her part;
o Would sound aloud thy saving love,
And sing thy bleeding heart.

-2 Blest be the Lamb, my dearest Lord,
Who bought me with his blood;

e And quenched his Father's flaming sword, In his own vital flood.

o 3 The Lamb, that freed my captive soul From Satan's heavy chains;

• And sent the lion down to howl, Where hell and horror reigns.

8 4 All glory to the dying Lamb,
And never-ceasing praise;

While angels live to know his name,
Or saints to feel his grace.

HYMN 30. S. M. Newton. Kibworth. [*]

Heavenly Joy on Earth.

NOME, we who love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;

Join in a song of sweet accord,

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And thus surround the throne.
2 [The sorrows of the mind
Be banished from the place!
Religion never was designed

To make our pleasures less.]

3 Let those refuse to sing,

Who never knew our God; o But favourites of the heavenly King Should speak their joys abroad. 4 [The God that rules on high, And thunders when he please, That rides upon the stormy sky, And manages the seas,

e 5 This awful God is ours,Our Father and our love;

o He shall send down his heavenly powers, To carry us above.

6 There we shall see his face,
And never-never sin;
There, from the rivers of his grace,
Drink endless pleasures in.

7 Yes, and before we rise
To that immortal state,

The thoughts of such amazing bliss
Should constant joys create.]
8 The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;

o Celestial fruits on earthly ground,
From faith and hope may grow.

9 The hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets,

Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.

10 Then let our songs abound,

And every tear be dry;

• We're marching through Immanuel's ground,

To fairer worlds on high.

HYMN 31. L. M. Sicilian. [b]

Christ's Presence makes Death casy.

WH

THY should we start, and fear to die?
What timorous worms we mortals are.

Death is the gate of endless joy,

And yet we dread to enter there.

2 The pains, the groans, the dying strife,
Fright our approaching souls away;
Still we shrink back again to life,
Fond of our prison and our clay.

3 Oh! if my Lord would come and meet,
My soul should stretch her wings in haste;
Fly fearless through death's iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she passed.

4 Jesus can make a dying bed
Feel soft as downy pillows are;
While on his breast I lean my head,
And breathe my life out sweetly there.]

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HYMN 32. C. M.

HOW

China. [b]

Frailty and Folly.

OW short and hasty is our life!
How vast our soul's affairs!

Yet senseless mortals vainly strive-
To lavish out their years.

-2 Our days run thoughtlessly along,
Without a moment's stay;

Just like a story, or a song,
We pass our lives away.

3 God, from on high, invites us home;
But we march heedless on;

And, ever hastening to the tomb,
Stoop downwards as we run.

a 4 How we deserve the deepest hell,
Who slight the joys above!

What chains of vengeance should we feel,
Who break such cords of love!

-5 Draw us, O God, with sovereign grace,
And lift our thoughts on high;

o That we may end this mortal race, And see salvation nigh.

HYMN 33. C. M. Arundel. St. Asaph's. [*] The blessed Society in Heaven.

•1 RAISE thee, my soul, fly up, and run

Through every heavenly street;

And say, there's nought below the sun
That's worthy of thy feet.

2 [Thus will we mount on sacred wings,
And tread the courts above:

Nor earth, nor all her mightiest things,
Shall tempt our meanest love.]

g 3 There, on a high majestic throne,
Th' Almighty Father reigns;

And sheds his glorious goodness down,
On all the blissful plains.

4 Bright, like the sun, the Saviour sits,
And spreads eternal noon :

No evenings there, nor gloomy nights,
To want the feeble moon.

5 Amidst those ever-shining skies,
Behold the Sacred Dove!

While, banished, sin and sorrow flies
From all the realms of love.

o 6 The glorious tenants of the place
Stand bending round the throne;

o And saints and seraphs sing and praise The infinite Three-One.

e 7 [But oh, what beams of heavenly grace
Transport them all the while!

Ten thousand smiles from Jesus' face,
And love in every smile!]

e 8 Jesus, and when shall that dear day,
That joyful hour appear,—

When I shall leave this house of clay,
To dwell amongst them there!

HYMN 34. C. M. Isle of Wight. Zion. [b*]

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Breathing after the Holy Spirit.

COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,

With all thy quickening powers,—

Kindle a flame of sacred love

In these cold hearts of ours.

e 2 Look, how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling toys!

a Our souls can neither fly nor go, To reach eternal joys.

e 3 In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise;

a Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies.