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"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,
Who in the wine-press tread?

4 'I by myself have trod the press,
'And crush'd my foes alone;
'My wrath has struck the rebels dead,
My fury stamp'd them down.

5 "Tis Edom's blood that dyes my robes, 'With joyful, scarlet stains;

"The triumph that my raiment wears,

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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,
'And now the day appears;
'The day of my redeem'd is come,
"To wipe away their tears.

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!
Thine own right hand shall raise ;
While we thine awful vengeance sing,
And our Deliv'rer praise.]

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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,

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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,
"And drink the blood of haughty kings;
"While heavenly peace around my flock
'Stretches its soft and shady wings.']
HYMN 31. Referred to the 1st Psalm.

HYMN 32. C. M. Tunbridge. [*]
Strength from Heaven. Isa. xl, 27, 28, 29, 30.

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
In our Jehovah dwell;

o He gives the conquest to the weak,
And treads their foes to hell.

e 4 Mere mortal power shall fade and die, And youthful vigour cease;

o But we, who wait upon the Lord,
Shall feel our strength increase.

5 The saints shall mount on eagles' wings,
And taste the promis'd bliss;
Till their unwearied feet arrive,
Where perfect pleasure is.]

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
Almighty Love inspires my heart,
And pleasures tune my tongue.
-2 God on his thirsty Zion's hill
Some mercy-drops has thrown ;
o And solemn oaths have bound his love
To shower salvation down.

TOW shall my inward joys arise,

e 3 Why do we then indulge our fears,
Suspicions, and complaints?

-Is he a God? and shall his grace
Grow weary of his saints?

a 4 Can a kind woman e'er forget
The infant of her womb?

And, 'mongst a thousand tender thoughts,
Her suckling have no room?

-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,
'I have engrav'd her name:

'My hands shall raise her ruin'd walls,
6 And build her broken frame.'

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HYMN 40. L. M. Newcourt. [*]

Saints in Heaven. Rev. vii, 13-15, &c.

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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.

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HYMN 41. C. M. Zion. [*]

The Martyrs glorified. Rev. vii, 13, &c.

THESE glorious minds, how bright they
Whence all their white array? [shine!

'How came they to the happy seats
'Of everlasting day?"

d 2 From tort'ring pains to endless joys,
On fiery wheels they rode;

And strangely wash'd their raiment white,
In Jesus' dying blood.

-3 Now they approach a spotless God,
And bow before his throne;

Their warbling harps, and sacred songs,
Adore the Holy One.

g 4 The unveil'd glories of his face
Amongst his saints reside;

While the rich treasures of his grace
See all their wants supply'd.

-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,
Where living fountains rise;
And love divine shall wipe away
The sorrows of their eyes.]

HYMN 42. C. M. Colchester. [*]
Divine Wrath and Mercy. Nahum i, 1, 2, 3, &c.

1[ADORE and tremble, for our God

Is a * consuming fire!

His jealous eyes with wrath inflame,
And raise his vengeance higher.
2 Almighty vengeance, how it burns!
How bright his fury glows!

Vast magazines of plagues and storms
Lie treasur'd for his foes.

3 Those heaps of wrath, by slow degrees, Are forc'd into a flame;

But kindled, oh! how fierce they blaze!
And rend all nature's frame.

4 At his approach the mountains flee,
And seek a wat❜ry grave;

The frighted sea makes haste away,
And shrinks up ev'ry wave.

5 Through the wide air the weighty rocks Are swift as hail-stones hurl'd:

Who dares engage his fiery rage,
That shakes the solid world?

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,
Thy just revenge adore.]

* Heb. xii, 29.

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