a Sweet is the savour of their names, And soft their sleeping bed.

-2 They die in Jesus, and are bless'd; How kind their slumbers are!

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From suff'rings, and from sins releas'd,
And freed from ev'ry snare.

o 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.

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HYMN 19. C. M. Barby. Zion. [*]
Simeon; or, happy Death. Luke i, 27, &c.
ORD, at thy temple we appear,
As happy Simeon came;

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And hope to meet our Saviour here-
O make our joys the same!

o 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.

o 4 '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.

。 1A WAKE, my heart, arise, my tongue,

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. 010, what a glorious sight appears, To our believing eyes!

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The earth and seas are pass'd away,
And the old, rolling skies!

o 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.

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-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 ITN vain the wealthy mortals toil,

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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 glitt'ring 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.

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

A Vision of the Lamb. Rev. v, 6, 7, 8, 9.
LL mortal vanities, be gone!

Nor tempt my 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 harmonyo Flies o'er the everlasting hills; o 'Worthy art Thou alone,' they cry, "To read the book, to loose the seals.' 0 6 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! -7 [His words of prophecy reveal Eternal counsels-deep designs : His grace and vengeance shall fulfil The peaceful and the dreadful lines:-

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o 8 Thou hast redeem'd our souls from hell, With thine invaluable blood;

And wretches, who did once rebel, Are now made fav'rites of their God. g 9 Worthy for ever is the LordWho 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.

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1 LESS'D be the everlasting God, 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.

ẹ 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.

o 4 There's an inheritance divine,
Reserv'd against that day;
'Tis uncorrupted, undefil'd,

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, Till Christ shall call us home.

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HYMN 27. C. M. St. Paul's. [*]
A Saint prepared to die. 2 Tim. iv, 6, 7, 8, 18.
EATH may dissolve my body now,
And bear my spirit home!

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Why do my minutes move so slow,
Nor my salvation come?

o 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

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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.

o 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. lxiii, 1, 2, 3, &c.

1 [WHAT mighty man, or mighty God,
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Comes travelling in state,

Along the Idumean road,

Away from Bozrah's gate!

2 The glory of his robes proclaim, 'Tis some victorious king: