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These lively hopes we owe
To Jesus' dying love ;

We would adore his grace below,
And sing his power above.
Dear Lord, accept the praise
Of these our humble songs;

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o Till tunes of nobler sound we raise, With our immortal tongues.

HYMN 111. C. M. Mitcham. [*]
God's Dominion, and our Deliverance.

1[7ION, rejoice, and, Judah, sing;

The Lord assumes his throne: Come, let us own the heavenly King, And make his glories known.

2 The great, the wicked, and the proud,
From their high seats are hurl'd;
Jehovah rides upon a cloud,

And thunders through the world.
3 He reigns upon th' eternal hills,
Distributes mortal crowns;
Empires are fix'd beneath his smiles,
And totter at his frowns.

4 Navies, that rule the ocean wide,
Are vanquish'd by his breath:
And legions, arm'd with power and pride,
Descend to wat❜ry death.

5 Let tyrants make no more pretence
To vex our happy land;

Jehovah's name is our defence;

Our buckler is his hand.

6 Still may the King of grace descend,
To rule us by his word;

And all the honours we can give
Be offer'd to the Lord.]

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HYMN 112. L. M. Oporto. [*]

Angels ministering to Christ and Saints.
REAT God! to what a glorious height
Glast thou advaned the Lord, thy Son'

Angels, in all their robes of light,

Are made the servants of his throne. e 2 Before his feet thine armies wait, o And swift as flames of fire they move,

-To manage his affairs of state,
In works of vengeance-and of love.
3 [His orders run through all the hosts;
Legions descend at his command,

To shield and guard our native coasts,
When foreign rage invades our land.]
o 4 Now they are sent to guide our feet,
Up to the gates of thine abode;

Through all the dangers that we meet,
In travelling the heavenly road.

-5 Lord, when I leave this mortal ground,
And thou shalt bid me rise and come-
Send a beloved angel down,

Safe to conduct my spirit home.

HYMN 113. C. M. Mear. [*]

The Same.

1[THE majesty of Solomon,
How glorious to behold!

The servants waiting round his throne,
The iv'ry and the gold.

2 But, mighty God, thy palace shines
With far superiour beams;

Thine angel-guards are swift as winds;
Thy ministers are flames.

3 (Soon as thine only Son had made
His entrance on the earth,
A shining army downward fled,

To celebrate his birth.

4 And when, oppress'd with pains and fears, On the cold ground he lies,

Behold a heavenly form appears,

T'allay his agonies.)

5 Now to the hands of Christ, our King, Are all their legions given;

They wait upon his saints, and bring

His chosen heirs to heaven.

6 Pleasure and praise run through their host, To see a sinner turn;

That Satan has a captive lost,

And Christ a subject born.

7 But there's an hour of brighter joy, When he his angel sends,

Obstinate rebels to destroy,
And gather in his friends.

8 Oh! could I say without a doubt,
There shall my soul be found,
Then let the great archangel shout,
And the last trumpet sound.]

HYMN 114. C. M. Christmas. Sunday. [*]

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Christ's Death, Victory, and Dominion.

SING my Saviour's wondrous death;
He conquer'd when he fell;

'Tis Finish'd! said his dying breath,

And shook the gates of hell.

2 'Tis Finish'd! our Emmanuel cries,
The dreadful work is done!
Hence shall his sovereign throne arise;
His kingdom is begun.

3 His cross a sure foundation laid,
For glory and renown;

When through the regions of the dead
He pass'd, to reach the crown.

4 Exalted at his Father's side,
Sits our victorious Lord;

To heaven and hell his hands divide
The vengeance or reward.

5 The saints from his propitious eye
Await their sev'ral crowns;

And all the sons of darkness fly
The terrour of his frowns.

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HYMN 115. C. M. Bedford. [*]

H

God the Avenger of his Saints.

IGH as the heavens above the ground,
Reigns the Creator God;

Wide as the whole creation's bound,
Extends his awful rod.

2 Let princes of exalted state

To him ascribe their crown; Render their homage at his feet, And cast their glories down.

e 3 Know that his kingdom is supreme;
Your lofty thoughts are vain :

He calls you gods, that awful name,
But ye must die like men.

o 4 Then let the sovereigns of the globe Not dare to vex the just;

He puts on vengeance like a robe,

And treads the worms to dust.
e 5 Ye judges of the earth, be wise,
And think of heaven with fear ;
The meanest saint that you despise
Has an avenger there.

HYMN 116. C. M. Swanwick. [*]

"[HOW

Mercies and Thanks.

WOW can I sink with such a prop,
As my eternal God,-

g Who bears the earth's huge pillars up,
And spreads the heavens abroad?
e 2 How can I die while Jesus lives,
Who rose and left the dead!
-Pardon and grace my soul receives,
From mine exalted head.

o 3 All that I am, and all I have,
Shall be for ever thine !

Whate'er my duty bids me give,
My cheerful hands resign.

-4 Yet if I might make some reserve,
And duty did not call;

o I love my God with zeal so great, That I should give him all.]

HYMN 117. L. M. Green's. [*] Living and dying with God present. CANNOT bear thine absence, Lord, My life expires if thou depart; Be thou, my heart, still near my God, And thou, my God, be near my heart. 2 I was not born for earth or sin, Nor can I live on things so vile; Yet I will stay my Father's time, And hope, and wait for heaven a while. 3 Then, dearest Lord, in thine embrace, Let me resign my fleeting breath; And, with a smile upon my face, Pass the important hour of Death.]

HYMN 118. L. M. Newcourt. [b*]

The Priesthood of Christ.
LOOD has a voice to pierce the skies;
Revenge-the blood of Abel cries ;

BLOOD

e But the dear stream, when Christ was slain,
-Speaks peace-as loud, from ev'ry vein.
2 Pardon and peace from God on high;
Behold he lays his vengeance by ;
And rebels, who deserve his sword,
Become the fav'rites of the Lord.
o 3 To Jesus let our praises rise,
Who gave his life a sacrifice;
Now he appears before our God,
And, for our pardon, pleads his blood.
HYMN 119. C. M. Plymouth. [b*]
The Holy Scriptures.

1LADEN with guilt and full of fears, I fly to thee, my Lord;

And not a glimpse of hope appears,
But in thy written word.

2 The volume of my Father's grace
Does all my grief assuage:

Here I behold my Saviour's face,
Almost in ev'ry page.

3 (This is the field where hidden lies
The pearl, of price unknown;
That merchant is divinely wise,
Who makes the pearl his own.)
4 (Here consecrated water flows,
To quench my thirst of sin 1;
Here the fair tree of knowledge grows,
No danger dwells therein.)

5 This is the Judge that ends the strife,
Where wit and reason fail;

My guide to everlasting life,

Through all this gloomy vale.
6 Oh! may thy counsels, mighty God,
My roving feet command;
Nor I forsake the happy road
That leads to thy right hand.

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HYMN 120. S. M. Aylesbury. [b]
The Law and Gospel joined in Scripture.
HE Lord declares his will,
And keeps the world in awe.;

THE

e Amidst the smoke of Sinai's hill,

Breaks out his fiery law.

-2 The Lord reveals his face,

And. smiling from above,