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"'Tis 1, the Just, th’ Almighty One,
Who your salvation bring.' 3 Why, mighty Lord, thy saints inquire,
Why thine apparel red ?
Who in the wine-press tread ?
And crush'd my foes alone;
'My fury stamp'd them down. 5 6'Tis Edom's blood that dyes my robes, : With joyful, scarlet stains ; “The triumph that my raiment wears,
• Sprung from their bleeding veins.
That dare insult my saints;
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,
1 Where Antichrist has stood; “The city of my gospel foes
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.]
HYMN 30. L. M. Blendon. [b *)
1 TN thine own ways, O God of love,
1 We wait the visits of thy grace; Our souls' desire is to thy name,
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. 03 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;
Strength from Heaven. Isa. xl, 27, 28, 29, 30. ei [W HENCE do our mournful thoughts
✓ And where's our courage fled? [arise! Has restless sin, and raging hell,
Struck all our comforts dead ?
That form’d the earth and sea ?
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;
Where perfect pleasure is.]
121, 124, 67, 73, 90, and 84.
HYMN 39. C. M. Zion. [*]
I! And burst into a song;
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. 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 ?
The infant of her womb ?
Her suckling have no room ? - 'Yet,' saith the Lord, 'should nature change,
And mothers monsters prove, o Zion still dwells upon the heart
Of everlasting Love.
I have engrav'd her name :
And build her broken frame.'
en of everlastinis upon the move,
HYMN 40. L. M. Newcourt. [*]
Saints in Heaven. Rev. vii, 13-15, &c. b 1 T VHAT happy men, or angels, these
That all their robes are spotless white! Whence did this glorious troop arrive
At the pure realms of heavenly light? e 2 From tortring racks, and burning fires,
But nobler blood has wash'd their robes,
With loud hosannas, night and day;
Measure their blest eternity.
He bids their parching thirst be gone,
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.
HYMN 41. C. M. Zion. [*]
The Martyrs glorified. Rev. vii, 13, &c. e 1 THESE glorious minds, how bright they
1 Whence all their white array ? (shine! “How came they to the happy seats
Of everlasting day?"
On fiery wheels they rode;
In Jesus' dying blood.
And bow before his throne;
Adore the Holy One.
g 4 The unveil'd glories of his face
Amongst his saints reside;
See all their wants supply'd. -5 Tormenting thirst shall leave their souls,
And hunger flee as fast;
Shah be their sweet repast. 0 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 [A DORE and tremble, for our God
A Is a * consuming fire!
And raise his vengeance higher.
How bright his fury glows!
Lie treasur'd for his foes. 3 Those heaps of wrath, by slow degrees,
Are forc'd into a flame;
And rend all nature's frame.
And seek a wat’ry grave;
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. ng Thy hand shall on rebellious kings
A fiery tempest pour;
* Heb. xii, 29.