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a Sweet is the savour of their names,
And soft their sleeping bed. -2 They die in Jesus, and are bless'd; e How kind their slumbers are ! -- From suff'rings, and from sins releas'd,
And freed from ev'ry snare. 0 3 Far from this world of toil and strife,
They're present with the Lord ; g The labours of their mortal life
End in a large reward.
Simeon ; or, happy Death. Luke i, 27, &c.
1 As happy Simeon came; And hope to meet our Saviour here
O make our joys the same! 0 2 With what divine, and vast delight,
The good old man was fill’d; When, fondly, in his wither'd arms
He clasp'd the holy Child. e 3 'Now I can leave this world,' he cry'd;
'Behold thy servant dies : "I've seen thy great salvation, Lord;
And close my peaceful eyes.
"Upon the Gentile lands;
"To break their slavish bands.? -5 Jesus, the vision of thy face
Hath overpowering charms!
If Christ be in my arms. 6 Then, while ye hear my heart-strings break,
How sweet my minutes roll!
HYMN 20. C. M. York. [*]
Spiritual apparel. Isa. lxi, 10. OILA WAKE, my heart, arise, my tongue,
A Prepare a tuneful voice;
In God, the life of all my joys,
Aloud will I rejoice. —2 'Tis he adorn'd my naked soul,
And made salvation mine: Upon a poor, polluted worm,
He makes his graces shine.
Should on my soul be found,
And cast it all around.
What earthly princes wear!
How white the garments are !
And hope, and ev'ry grace; e But Jesus spent his life, to work
The robe of righteousness. e 6 Strangely, my soul, art thou array'd
By the great Sacred Three! In sweetest harmony of praise,
Let all thy powers agree.]
HYMN 21. C. M. York. [*]
Kingdom of Christ among Men. Rev. xxi, 1–4. oiT 0, what a glorious sight appears,
I To our believing eyes! g The earth and seas are pass'd away,
And the old, rolling skies! 0 2 From the third heaven, where God resides,
That holy, happy place,
Adorn’d with shining grace.
And the bright armies sing,
Of your descending King.
'Removes his bless'd abode; e 'Men, the dear objects of his grace,
* And he their loving God.
5 ‘His own soft hand shall wipe the tears
‘From ev'ry weeping eye; And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears,
And death itself shall die.' -6 How long, dear Saviour, O how long,
Shall this bright hour delay? u Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time,
And bring the welcome day. HYMN 22, 23. Referred to the 125th Psalm.
HYMN 24. L. M. Bath. [b] The rich Sinner dying. Ps. xlix, 6, 9; Ec. viii, 8; Job iii, 14, 15. 1 [TN vain the wealthy mortals toil,
1 And heap their shining dust in vain; Look down, and scorn the humble poor, And boast their lofty hills of gain. 2 Their golden cordials cannot ease Their pained hearts, or aching heads; Nor fright, nor bribe approaching death, From glittring roofs, and downy beds. 3 The ling’ring, the unwilling soul, The dismal summons must obey; And bid a long, a sad farewell, To the pale lump of lifeless clay. 4 Thence they are huddled to the grave, Where kings and slaves have equal thrones; Their bones, without distinction, lie Among the heaps of meaner bones.]
The rest referred to the 49th Psalm.
A Vision of the Lamb. Rev. v, 6, 7, 8, 9. 1 ALL mortal vanities, be gone!
1 Nor tempt ny eyes, nor tire my ears ; e Behold, amidst th' eternal throne,
A vision of the Lamb appears !
To speak his wisdom, and his power. e 3 Lo, he receives a sealed book
From him who sits upon the throne •
Jesus, my Lord, prevails to look
Fall worshipping before the Lamb;
5 The joy, the shout, the harmony-
"To read the book, to loose the seals.' 06 Our voices join the heavenly strain ;
And with transporting pleasure sing, u Worthy the Lamb, that once was slain,
To be our Teacher and our King! - [His words of prophecy reveal
Eternal counsels-deep designs :
The peaceful and the dreadful lines :-) 08 Thou hast redeem'd our souls from hell,
With thine invaluable blood;
Are now made fav’yites of their God. g 9 Worthy for ever is the Lord
Who dy'd for treasons not his own-
HYMN 26. C. M. St. Martin's. Bedford. [*]
Hope of Heaven, by Christ. 1 Pet. i, 3, 4, 5.
D The Father of our Lord ;
His majesty ador’d. e 2 When from the dead he rais'd his Son,
And call'd him to the sky, o He gave our souls a lively hope,
That they should never die. 9 3 What though our inbred sins require
Our flesh to see the dust; o Yet, as the Lord our Saviour rose,
So all his foll’wers must.
Why do And be may disse Tim. Mulis. (*
0 4 There's an inheritance divine,
Reserv'd against that day; 'Tis uncorrupted, undefild,
And cannot waste away. g 5 Saints by the power of God are kept,
Till the salvation come: e We walk by faith, as strangers here, 0 Till Christ shall call us home.
HYMN 27. C. M. St. Paul's. (*)
A Saint prepared to die. 2 Tim. iv, 6, 7, 8, 18. IN EATH may dissolve my body now,
And bear my spirit home! Why do my minutes move so slow,
Nor my salvation come?
The battles of the Lord;
And wait the sure reward.]
A crown which cannot fade; . The righteous Judge, at that great day,
Shall place it on my head.
This prize for me alone;
Th' appearance of his Son.
From ev'ry ill design;
This feeble soul of mine.
And hell shall rage in vain :
And endless praise. AMEN.
The Triumph of Christ. Isa. Ixiii, 1, 2, 3, &c. 1 [W HAT mighty man, or mighty God,
V Comes travelling in state, Along the Idumean road,
Away from Bozrah's gate! 2 The glory of his robes proclaim,
'Tis some victorious king: