"Tis I, the Just, th' Almighty One, 'Who your salvation bring.' 3 Why, mighty Lord, thy saints inquire, Why thine apparel red? And all thy vesture stain'd like those, 4 'I by myself have trod the press, 5 "Tis Edom's blood that dyes my robes, 'With joyful, scarlet stains; "The triumph that my raiment wears, 6 Sprung from their bleeding veins. 6 Thus shall the nations be destroy'd, "That dare insult my saints; 'I have an arm t' avenge their wrongs, 'An ear for their complaints.'] HYMN 29. C. M. Tunbridge. [*] The Ruin of Antichrist. Ver. 4, 5, 6, 7. 1 ['T LIFT my banner,' saith the Lord, 'Where Antichrist has stood; 'The city of my gospel foes 6 Shall be a field of blood. 2 'My heart has studied just revenge, 3 'Quite weary has my patience grown, 'And bids my fury go: 'Swift as the lightning it shall move, And be as fatal too. 4 'I call for helpers, but in vain : "Then has my gospel none? 'Well, mine own arm has might enough, 'To crush my foes alone. 5 'Slaughter, and my devouring sword, 'Shall walk the streets around; 'Babel shall reel beneath my stroke, 'And stagger to the ground.' 6 Thy honours, O victorious King! 1 HYMN 30. L. M. Blendon. [b*] Prayer for Deliverance heard. Isa. xxvi, 8—20. N thine own ways, O God of love, We wait the visits of thy grace; Our souls' desire is to thy name, IN And the remembrance of thy face. e 2 My thoughts are searching, Lord, for thee, 'Mongst the black shades of lonesome night; My earnest cries salute the skies, Before the dawn restores the light. 0 3 Look how rebellious men deride The tender patience of my God; e But they shall see thy lifted hand, And feel the scourges of thy rod. d 4 Hark! the Eternal rends the sky; A mighty voice before him goes:b A voice of music to his friends; u But threat'ning thunder to his foes. e 5 'Come, children, to your Father's arms; 'Hide in the chambers of my grace, o 'Till the fierce storms be overblown, 'And my revenging fury cease.' d 6 ['My sword shall boast its thousands slain, HYMN 32. C. M. Tunbridge. [*] e 1 [WHENCE do our mournful thoughts And where's our courage fled? [arise! Has restless sin, and raging hell, Struck all our comforts dead? 2 Have we forgot th' Almighty Name That form'd the earth and sea? And can an all-creating arm Grow weary, or decay? 3 Treasures of everlasting might o He gives the conquest to the weak, e 4 Mere mortal power shall fade and die, And youthful vigour cease; o But we, who wait upon the Lord, 5 The saints shall mount on eagles' wings, HYMNS 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38. Referred to Psalms 121, 124, 67, 73, 90, and 84. HYMN 39. C. M. Zion. [*] God's tender Care of his Church. Is. xlix, 13, 14, &c. o 1 N And burst into a song TOW shall my inward joys arise, e 3 Why do we then indulge our fears, -Is he a God? and shall his grace a 4 Can a kind woman e'er forget And, 'mongst a thousand tender thoughts, -5 'Yet,' saith the Lord, 'should nature change, 'And mothers monsters prove, o 'Zion still dwells upon the heart 'Of everlasting Love. g 6 'Deep on the palms of both my hands, 'My hands shall raise her ruin'd walls, b 1 HYMN 40. L. M. Newcourt. [*] Saints in Heaven. Rev. vii, 13-15, &c. W HAT happy men, or angels, theseThat all their robes are spotless white! Whence did this glorious troop arrive At the pure realms of heavenly light? e 2 From tort'ring racks, and burning fires, And seas of their own blood, they came: But nobler blood has wash'd their robes, Flowing from Christ, the dying Lamb. g 3 Now they approach th' Almighty throne, With loud hosannas, night and day; Sweet anthems to the great Three-One Measure their blest eternity. o 4 No more shall hunger pain their souls; He bids their parching thirst be gone, And spreads the shadow of his wings, To screen them from the scorching sun. 5 The Lamb, who fills the middle throne, Will shed around his milder beams;. There shall they feast on his rich love, And drink full joys from living streams. g 6 Thus shall their mighty bliss renew, Through the vast round of endless years; e And the soft hand of sovereign grace Heals all their wounds, and wipes their tears. e 1 HYMN 41. C. M. Zion. [*] The Martyrs glorified. Rev. vii, 13, &c. THESE glorious minds, how bright they 'How came they to the happy seats d 2 From tort'ring pains to endless joys, And strangely wash'd their raiment white, -3 Now they approach a spotless God, Their warbling harps, and sacred songs, g 4 The unveil'd glories of his face While the rich treasures of his grace -5 Tormenting thirst shall leave their souls, And hunger flee as fast; The fruit of life's immortal tree Shall be their sweet repast. o 6 The Lamb shall lead his heavenly flock, HYMN 42. C. M. Colchester. [*] 1[ADORE and tremble, for our God Is a * consuming fire! His jealous eyes with wrath inflame, Vast magazines of plagues and storms 3 Those heaps of wrath, by slow degrees, Are forc'd into a flame; But kindled, oh! how fierce they blaze! 4 At his approach the mountains flee, The frighted sea makes haste away, 5 Through the wide air the weighty rocks Are swift as hail-stones hurl'd: Who dares engage his fiery rage, 6 Yet, mighty God! thy sovereign grace Sits regent on the throne; The refuge of thy chosen race, When wrath comes rushing down. 7 Thy hand shall on rebellious kings A fiery tempest pour; While we, beneath thy shelt'ring wings, * Heb. xii, 29. |