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HYMN XXVI. Common Metre.

Hope of Heaven by the Refurrection of Christ.

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1 Pet. i. 3, 4, 5.

LESS'D be the everlasting God,
The Father of our Lord;

Be his abounding mercy prais'd,
His majesty ador'd.

2 When from the dead he rais'd his fon,
And call'd him to the sky,
He gave our fouls a lively hope,
That they should never die.

3 What though our inbred fins require
Our flesh to see the dust,
Yet as the Lord our Saviour rose,
So all his follow'rs must.

4 There's an inheritance divine,
Reserv'd against that day;
'Tis uncorrupted, undefil'd,
And cannot waste away.

5 Saints by the pow'r of God are kept
Till the falvation come;
We walk by faith, as strangers here,
Till Christ shall call us home.

HYMN XXVII. Common Metre. Affurance of Heaven; or, a Saint prepared to die. 2 Tim. iv. 6, 7, 8, 18.

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EATH may dissolve my body now,
And bear my fpirit home;

Why do my minutes move so flow,
Nor my falvation come?

2 With heav'nly weapons I have fought
The battles of the Lord,

Finish'd my course, and kept the faith,
And wait the fure reward.]

3 God has laid up in heav'n for me
A crown which cannot fade;
The righteous Judge, at that great day,
Shall place it on my head.

4 Nor hath the King of grace decreed
This prize for me alone;
But all that love and long to fee
Th' appearance of his Son.
5 Jesus, the Lord, shall guard me safe
From ev'ry ill design;
And to his heav'nly kingdom take
This feeble foul of mine.

6 God is my everlasting aid,

And hell shall rage in vain; To him be highest glory paid, And endless praise. Amen.

HYMN XXVIII. Common Metre. The Triumph of Christ over the Enemies of the Church. Ifa. lxiii. 1, 2, 3, &c.

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HAI mighty man, or mighty God,

Comes travelling in ftate

Along the Idumean road,

Away from Bozrah's gate !

2 The glory of his robes proclaim
'Tis some victorious king:
"'Tis I, the just, the mighty One,
"That your falvation bring"

3 Why, mighty Lord, thy faints inquire,

Why thine apparel red ?
And all thy vesture stain'd like those
Who in the wine-press tread ?

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4 " I, by myself, have trod the prefs, " And crush'd my foes alone ; "My wrath has struck the rebels dead, "My fury stamp'd them down. "'Tis Edom's blood that dies my robes "With joyful scarlet stains; "The triumph that my raiment wears "Sprung from their bleeding veins. 6 "Thus shall the nations be destroy'd "That dare insult my faints; "I have an arm t' avenge their wrongs, "An ear for their complaints."

HYMN XXIX. Common Metre. The Triumph of Christ; or, the Ruin of Antichrift. Ifa. Ixiii. 4-7.

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LIFT my banner," faith the Lord,
"Where Antichrist has stood;

"The city of my gospel foes
"Shall be a field of blood.

2 " My heart has study'd just revenge,
" And now the day appears,
"The day of my redeem'd is come,
"To wipe away their tears.
3 "Quite weary is 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 Thine honours, O victorious king! Thine own right hand shall raife, While we thine awful vengeance fing, And our deliv'rer praise.

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HYMN XXX. Long Metre.
Prayer for Deliverance answered. Ifa. xxvi. 8-20.
N thine own ways, O God of love,
We wait the vifits of thy grace ;
Our foul's defire is to thy name,
And the remembrance of thy face.
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.

3 Look how rebellious men deride
The tender patience of my God;
But they shall see thy lifted hand,
And feel the scourges of thy rod.

4 Hark! the Eternal rends the sky,
A mighty voice before him goes,
A voice of music to his friends,
But threat'ning thunder to his foes.

5 Come, children, to your Father's arms,
Hide in the chambers of my grace,
Till the fierce storms be overblown,
And my revenging fury cease.

6 My sword shall boast its thousands slain, And drink the blood of haughty kings, While heav'nly peace around my flock Stretches its soft and shady wings.

HYMN XXXII.

Common Metre.

HYMN XXXI. Referral to the ft Pfalm.

Strength from Heaven. Ifa. xl. 27-30.

I WHence do our mournful thoughts arife?
And where's our courage fled?

Has restless sin, and raging hell,
Struck all our comforts dead?
2 Have we forgot th' Almighty Name
That form'd the earth and fea?

And can an all-creating arm
Grow weary or decay?

3 Treasures of everlasting might
In our Jehovah dwell;
He gives the conquest to the weak,
And treads their foes to hell.

4 Mere mortal pow'r shall fade and die,
And youthful vigour cease ;
But we that wait upon the Lord,
Shall feel our strength increase.
5 The faints shall mount on eagles' wings,
And taste the promis'd bliss,
Till their unwearied feet arrive
Where perfect pleasure is.

HYMNS XXXIII, XXXIV, XXXV, XXXVI, XXXVII, XXXVIII. Referred to Pfalms 131, 134, 67, 73, 90, and 84.

HYMN XXXIX. Common Metre. God's tender Care of his Church. Ifa. xlix. 13, &c.

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OW shall my inward joys arife,
And burst into a fong;

Almighty love inspires my heart,

And pleasure tunes my tongue.