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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.
HYMN 19. C. M. Barby. Zion. [*]

Simeon ; or, happy Death. Luke i, 27, &c.
1 T ORD, at thy temple we appear,

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.
04 "This is the Light, prepar'd to shine

"Upon the Gentile lands;
Thine Israel's glory, and their hope,

"To break their slavish bands.? -5 Jesus, the vision of thy face

Hath overpowering charms!
Scarce shall I feel death's cold embrace,

If Christ be in my arms. 6 Then, while ye hear my heart-strings break,

How sweet my minutes roll!
A mortal paleness on my cheek,
And glory in my soul.

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.
3. And lest the shadow of a spot

Should on my soul be found,
He took the robe the Saviour wrought,

And cast it all around.
d 4 How far the heavenly robe exceeds

What earthly princes wear!
These ornaments, how bright they shine!

How white the garments are !
-5 The spirit wrought my faith and love,

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,
The New Jerusalem comes down,

Adorn’d with shining grace.
-3 Attending angels shout for joy,

And the bright armies sing,
O Mortals, behold the sacred seat

Of your descending King.
-4 The God of glory, down to men,

'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.
HYMN 25. L. M. Oporto. [*]

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 !
-2 [Glory his fleecy robe adorns,
Mark'd with the bloody death he bore;
Seven are his eyes, and seven his horns,

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
On dark decrees, and things unknown.]
-4 All the assembling saints around

Fall worshipping before the Lamb;
And, in new songs of gospel sound,
Address their honours to his name.

5 The joy, the shout, the harmony-
o Flies o’er the everlasting hills;
o Worthy art Thou alone, they cry,

"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 :
His grace and vengeance shall fulfil

The peaceful and the dreadful lines :-) 08 Thou hast redeem'd our souls from hell,

With thine invaluable blood;
And wretches, who did once rebel,

Are now made fav’yites of their God. g 9 Worthy for ever is the Lord

Who dy'd for treasons not his own-
By ev'ry tongue to be ador'd,
And dwell upon his Father's throne.

HYMN 26. C. M. St. Martin's. Bedford. [*]

Hope of Heaven, by Christ. 1 Pet. i, 3, 4, 5.
1 DLESS’D be the everlasting God,

D The Father of our Lord ;
Be his abounding mercy prais’d,

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?
0 2 With heavenly weapons, I have fought

The battles of the Lord;
Finish'd my course, and kept the faith,-

And wait the sure reward.]
-3 God has laid up in heaven, for me,

A crown which cannot fade; . The righteous Judge, at that great day,

Shall place it on my head.
-4 Nor has the King of grace decreed

This prize for me alone;
But all who love, and long to see

Th' appearance of his Son.
0 5 Jesus, the Lord, shall guard me safe,

From ev'ry ill design;
And to his heavenly kingdom take

This feeble soul of mine.
g 6 God is my everlasting aid,

And hell shall rage in vain :
To him be highest glory paid,

And endless praise. AMEN.
HYMN 28. C. M. Colchester. Arundel. [*]

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:

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