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-5 These lively hopes we owe

To Jesus' dying love ;
We would adore his grace below,

And sing his power above.
6 Dear Lord, accept the praise

Of these our humble songs;
o Till tunes of nobler sound we raise,

With our immortal tongues.
HYMN 111. C. M. Mitcham. [*]

God's Dominion, and our Deliverance.
1[77 ION, rejoice, and, Judah, sing;

1 The Lord assumes his throne : Come, let us own the heavenly King,

And make his glories known.


From their high seats are hursd; 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.]
HYMN 112. L. M. Oporto. [*]

Angels ministering to Christ and Saints. 1 C REAT God! to what a glorious height

U Hast thou advanc'd 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.] 04 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,

1 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.
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. [*]

Christ's Death, Victory, and Dominion.' 1 T 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 sey’ral crowns;
And all the sons of darkness fly
The terrour of his frowns.
HYMN 115. C. M. Bedford. [*]

God the Avenger of his Saints. 1 TTIGH as the heavens above the ground,

L.1 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.

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04 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. [*]

Mercies and Thanks.
1[TTOW can I sink with such a prop,

II 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. 03 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.
1[T 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. DLOOD has a voice to pierce the skies ; 0 D Revenge-the blood of Abel cries;


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. 1 T ADEN with guilt and full of fears,

U 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 ;
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.
HYMN 120. S. M. Aylesbury. [b]

The Law and Gospel joined in Scripture.
1 THE Lord declares his will,

1 And keeps the world in awe; e Amidst the smoke of Sinai's hill,

Breaks out his fiery law. 2 The Lord reveals his face,

And, smiling from above,

5 Thisere wit aperlasting my valery God,

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