3 Nor are my terms unkind or hard; I call you to be blest:
Come, but with virtuous minds prepared, And you fhall find
4 My yoke will neither gall nor pain, But foft and easy prove:
The hardest laws which I enjoin, Are all fulfilled by love.
5 You with no burden fhall be tried Which fhall your ftrength exceed, Or better ftrength fhall be fupplied In every hour of need.
CCXC. Common Metre. UNKNOWN.
GAIN the Lord of life and light Awakes the kindling ray;
Unfeals the eyelids of the morn,
And pours increasing day.
2 O what a night was that, which wrapt The heathen world in gloom! O what a fun, which broke this day Triumphant from the tomb!
3 This day be grateful homage paid, And loud hofannas fung;
Let gladnefs dwell in every heart, And praise on every tongue.
4 Oh, if they knew but, all would join To hail this welcome morn;
Which scatters bleffings from its wings To nations yet unborn.
5 Jefus, the friend of human kind, With ftrong compaffion moved, Defcended like a pitying God, To fave the fouls he loved.
6 The powers of darkness leagued in vain To bind his foul in death; He shook their kingdom when he fell, With his expiring breath.
7 Nor long the toils of hell could hold The hope of Judah's line; Nor could corruption make a prey Of aught fo much divine.
8. And now his conquering chariot wheels Afcend the lofty skies;
Captivity is captive led,
And death enchained lies.
9 Exalted at his Father's hand, And Lord of all below,
Thro' him is pard'ning love difpenfed, And boundless bleffings flow.
10 And still for erring guilty man A brother's pity flows;
And ftill his tender heart is touched With feeling of our woes.
II So do I feel, oh deeply feel
Thy rich display of love:
Oh, be it mine like thee to die,
And live with thee above,
HE gracious Saviour bowed his head, And drew his parting breath;
And as he lived to vanquish fin,
He died to conquer death.
2 Three days-so high behefts ordained, Death triumph'd o'er his prize; The hour of grace at length arrived, Behold the conqueror rife!
3 He rofe triumphant to his God, He wing'd to heaven his flight, Where endless ages he shall reign Enthroned in realms of light.
4 Wondrous the grace, that gave to death The best belov'd of God;
That bade the Saviour feel for us Affliction's keenest rod.
5 With every grateful thought inspired, Devoutly let us raise
Our humble voice to mercy's throne In never ceafing praise.
6 Nor this be all-the grateful life Should speak the thankful mind: The heart that feels redemption's good, Should be to good inclined.
сCXCII. Prop. Met.. UNKNOWN. Christmas Hymn.
RISE, and hail the happy day; Caft all low cares of life away, And thought of meaner things: This day to cure our deadly woes, The fun of righteousness arofe, With healing in his wings. 2 If angels on that happy morn The Saviour of our world was born, Poured forth their joyful fongs; Much more fhould we of human race Welcome the bleffings of his grace, To whom the grace belongs., 3 How wonderful! how vaft his love! Who left the fhining realms above, Thofe happy feats of reft!
How much for human kind he bore, Their peace and pardon to reftore, Can never be expreffed.
4 Whilft we adore redeeming grace, And holy joy, and thanks take place Of forrow, guilt, and pain; Give glory to our God moft high, But not, amidst the general joy, Forget good-will to men.
CCXCIII. Long Met. WATTS. The Character of a Chriftian.,
O let our lips and lives exprefs The holy faith which we profess;
So let our works and virtues fhine, To prove the doctrine all divine.
Then fhall we beft proclaim abroad The bleffing which we owe to God, When all the bleffing reigns within, And grace fubdues the power of fin.
Our flesh and sense must be denied, Paffion and envy, luft and pride; While juftice, temperance, truth and love, Our inward piety approve.
Religion cherishes no fin;
The chriftian faint is pure within, That faith is built upon the fand, Which trifles with divine command.
BLEST religion, heavenly fair! Thy kind, thy healing power,
Can fweeten pain, alleviate care, And gild each gloomy hour.
2 When dismal thoughts and boding fears The trembling heart invade; And all the face of nature wears An univerfal fhade.
3 Thy facred dictates can appease The tempeft of the foul,
And every terror shall be peace At thy divine controul.
4 Thro' life's bewilder'd, darksome way
Thy hand unerring leads;
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