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-5 These lively hopes we owe
To Jesus' dying love ;
And sing his power above.
Of these our humble songs;
With our immortal tongues.
God's Dominion, and our Deliverance.
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.
Are vanquish'd by his breath :
Descend to wat'ry death.
To vex our happy land; Jehovah's name is our defence;
Our buckler is his hand.
To rule us by his word ;
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,
When foreign rage invades our land.] 04 Now they are sent to guide our feet,
Up to the gates of thine abode;
1 How glorious to behold! The servants waiting round his throne,
The iv'ry and the gold.
With far superiour beams;
Thy ministers are flames.
His entrance on the earth,
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.)
Are all their legions given;
His chosen heirs to heaven. 6 Pleasure and praise run through their host,
To see a sinner turn;
And Christ a subject born.
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.
The dreadful work is done!
His kingdom is begun.
For glory and renown;
He pass'd, to reach the crown. 4 Exalted at his Father's side,
Sits our victorious Lord;
The vengeance or reward.
Await their sey’ral crowns;
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.
Your lofty thoughts are vain :
But ye must die like men.
04 Then let the sovereigns of the globe
Not dare to vex the just;
And treads the worms to dust.
And think of heaven with fear;
Mercies and Thanks.
II As my eternal God,
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.
My life expires if thou depart;
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 ;
Become the fav’rites of the Lord. o 3 To Jesus let our praises rise,
Who gave his life a sacrifice ;
The Holy Scriptures. 1 T ADEN with guilt and full of fears,
U I fly to thee, my Lord;
But in thy written word.
Does all my grief assuage: Here I behold my Saviour's face,
Almost in ev'ry page.
The pearl, of price unknown;
Who makes the pearl his own.) 4 (Here consecrated water flows,
To quench my thirst of sin ;
No danger dwells therein.)
Where wit and reason fail ; My guide to everlasting life,
Through all this gloomy vale.
My roving feet command ;
The Law and Gospel joined in Scripture.
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,