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By his own sov'reign will.]

HYMN 13. L. M. Castle-Street. [*]
The Son of God incarnate, fsa. ix, 2, 6, 7.
1 [r|"1HE lands, that long in darkness lay^
JL Now have beheld a heav'nly light ;
Nations that sat in death's cold shade,
Are bless'd with beams divinely bright.
o 2 The virgin's promised Son is born ;
Behold the expected child appear !
What shall his names, or titles, be ?

THE WONDERFUL, THE COUNSELLOR.

d 3 (This infant is the mighty God,
Come to be suckled and ador'd :
Th' eternal Father, Prince of peace,
The Son of David, and his Lord.)

—4 The goverment of earth and seas

Upon his shoulders shall be laid :
g His wide dominions shall increase,

And honours to his name be paid.

o 5 Jesus, the holy Child, shall sit,
High on his father David's throne ;~
Shall crash his foes beneath his feet,
And feign to ages yet unknown.]

HYMN 14. L. M. Gloucester, JVewcourt. [*]
Christ's unchangeable Love. Rom. viii, 33, &c.
1 "^C^THO shall the Lord's elect condemn ?

▼ T 'Tis God who justifies their souls j
And mercy, like a mighty stream,
O'er all their sins divinely rolls.



300 HYMN 15. Book I,

2 Who shall adjudge the saints to hell ?
'Tis Christ who suffer'd in their stead ;
And the salvation to fulfil,

Behold him rising- from the dead !

3 He lives ! he lives ! and sits above
For ever interceding- there :

Who shall divide us from his love,
Or what should tempt us to despair ?

4 Shall persecution, or distress,
Famine, or sword, or nakedness ?

He, who hath lov'd us, hears us through,
And makes us more than conqu'rors too.

5 Faith has an overcoming- pow'r,
It triumphs in a dying hour :
Christ is our life, our joy, our hope v
Nor can we sink with such a prop.

6 Not all that men on earth can do,
Nor pow'rs on high, nor pow'rs below,
Shall cause his mercy to remove,

Or wean our hearts from Christ our love

HYMN 15. L.M. Islington, [*]
Christ our Strength. 2 Cor. xii, 7, 9, 10.

1 ['" ET me but hear my Saviour say,

M J ' Strength shall be equal to the day ; ?
Then I rejoice in deep distress ;
Leaning on all-sufficient grace.

2 I glory in infirmity,

That Christ's own pow'r may rest on me ;.
When I am weak, then am I strong,
Grace is my shield, and Christ my song»

3 I can do all things, or can bear
All suff 'rings if my Lord be there ;
Sweet pleasures mingle with the pains,
While his left hand my head sustains.

4 But if the Lord be once withdrawn,
And we attempt the work alone ;
When new temptations spring and rise,
We find how great our weakness is.

5 So Sampson, when his hair was lost,
Met the Philistines to his cost :



Book I HYMN 16, 17, 18. 301

Shook his vain limbs, with sad surprise,
Made feeble fight, b.nd lost his eyes.]

HYMN 16. C M. Devizes. [*] '

Hosanna to Christ. Matt, xxi, 9 ; Luke xix, 38, 40
1 TTJTOSANNA to the royal Son,
JLJL Of David's ancient line I
e His natures two, his person one,

Mysterious and divine.
—2 The Root of David, here we find,

And Offspring-, is the same ;
e Eternity and time are join'd,
In our Emmanuel 1 s name.

o 3 Bless'd He, who comes to wretched me%

With peaceful news from heav'n !
U Hosannas of the highest strain,

To Christ the Lord be giv'n !

— 4 Let mortals ne'er refuse to take

Th' Hosanna on their tongues ;
o Lest rocks and stones should rise, and Break

Their silence into songs.

HYMN 17. C. M. Zion. [*]
Victory over Death 1 Cot. xv, 55, &C.
1 \_f~\ FOR an overcoming faith,

%^Jr To cheer my dying hours ;
To triumph o'er the monster death,
And all his frightful pow'rs !
o 2 Joyful, with all the strength I have,
My quiv'ring lips should sing, —
" Where is thy boasted vict'ry, grave ?
u And where the monster's sting?"
—3 If sin be pardon' d, I'm secure ;
Death has no sting beside :
The law gives sin its damning pow'r ;•
But Christ my ransom dy'd.
o 4 Now to the God of victory,
Immortal thanks be paid ;
"Who makes us conqu'rors, while we die,
Through Christ our living head.]

HYMN 18. C. M. Canterbury. [*]
Blessed — who die in the Lord. Rev. xiv, 13.
1 TTTTEAR what the voice from heav'n proclaims'
JLjL For all the pious dead !■
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302 HYMN 19, 20. Book I

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

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

HYMN 19. C. M. Barby. Zion. [*]

Simeon ; or, happy Death. Luke i, 27, &c.
1 "- " ORD, at thy temple we appear,

JLj As happy Simeon came ;
And hope to meet our Saviour here —

O make our joys the same !

© 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 :
M I've seen thy great salvation, Lord ;
" And close my peaceful eyes.

o 4 cc This is the Light, prepar'd to shine,,
"Upon the Gentile lands ;
u Thine Israel's glory, and their hope,
u To break their slavish bands "
— 5 Jesus, the vision of thy face
Hath overpow'ring 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 I
A mortal paleness on my cheek

And glory on my soul !

HYMN 20. C. M. York. [*]
Spirihial apparel. Isa. lxi, 10.
1 [ A WAKE, my heart, arise my tongue,,
XA. Prepare a tuneful voice ;



Book I. HYMN 21. 303

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 en my soul be found,
He took the robe the Saviour wrought,

And cast it all around.

«d 4 How far the heav'nly robe exceeds
What earthly princes wear !
These ornaments, how bright they shine !
How white the garments are I

« — 5 The spirit wrought by faith and love,

And hope in ev'ry grace ;
— But Jesus spent his life, to work

The robe of righteousness.

€ 6 Strangely, my soul, art thou arrayM
By the great Sacred Three !
In sweetest harmony of praise,
• Let all thy pow'rs agree.]

HYMN 21. C. M. York. [*]

Kingdom cf Christ among Men. Rev. xxi, 1, 2, 3, 4,

o 1 T O, what a glorious sight appears,

JLi To our believing eyes !
g 1 The earth and seas are passM away,

And the old rolling skies !

& 2 From the third heavhi, 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, —
© u Mortals, behold the sacred seat

M Of your descending King.

—4 " The God of glory, down to men,

u Removes his bless 1 d abode ;
e w Men, the dear objects of his grace,

u And he their loving God.



304 HYMN 24, 25. Book I.

5 ''• His own soft hand shall wipe the tears,

" From ev'ry weeping 1 eye ;
u And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears,
u 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.

IIoin 22, 23. Referred, to the 125/Zt Psalm,

HYMN 24. L. M. Bath, [b]
The rich Sinner dying. Ps, xlix, 6, 9. Ec. viii, 8. Job. iii. 14, J5

1 [1TN vain the wealthy mortals toil,

JL 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 lumps 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.

HYMN 25. L. M. Oporto. [*]
*£ Vision of the Lamb, Rev. v, 6, 7, 8, 9.
o 1 A LL mortal vanities, be gone !

XjL Nor tempt my eyes, nor tire my ears ;
e Behold, amidst th 1 eternal throne,

A vision of the Lamb appears !
^—2 [Glory his fleecy robe adorns,

MarkM with the bloody death he bore ;
Sev'n are his eyes, and sev'n his horns,
To speak his wisdom, and his pow'r.

e 3 Lo, he receives a sealed book
From Him who sits upon the throne ;



Book I. HYMN 26, 305

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 harmony— r
o Flies o'er the everlasting hills ;
o " Worthy art Thou alone, 11 they cry,

" To read the book, to loose the seals."

o 6 Our voices join the heav'nly strain ;

And with transporting pleasure sing,
u Worthi/ 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 : — ]

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 Lord,
Who 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,

I "OLESS'D be the everlasting God,

JO 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.

e 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.

9i? #



306 HYMN 27, 28. Book 1.

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 pow'r of God are kept,

'Till the salvation come :
e We walk by faith, as strangers here,
p 'Till Christ shall call us home.

HYMN 27. C. M. St. PauPs. [*]
*# Saint prepared to die. 2 Tim. iv, 6, 7, 8, 18.

1 (TkEATH may dissolve my body now,

JLr And bear my spirit home !
Why do my minutes move so slow,
Nor my salvation come ?
o 2 With heav'nly 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 heav'n, for me,

A crown which cannot fade ;
e 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.
5 Jesus the Lord shall guard me safe,
From ev'ry ill design ;
And to his heav'nly 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. Amndel [*]
The Triumph of Christ. Isa. lxiii, 1, 2, 3, &c
t [~¥T7"HAT mighty man, or mighty God,

T f Comes travelling in state,
Along the Idumean road,
Away from Bozrah's gate !

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



Book L HYMN 29. 307

" 'Tis I the Just, th' Almighty One,
44 Who your salvation bring."

3 Why, mighty Lord, thy saints inquire,
Why thine apparel red ?

And all thy vesture stain'd like those.
Who in the wine-press tread ?

4 " I by myself have trod the press,
44 And crush 1 d my foes alone ;

44 My wrath has struck the rebels dead,
44 My fury stamp'd them down.

5 " 'Tis Edom's blood that dyes my robes,
44 With joyful scarlet stains ;

11 The triumph that my raiment wears
44 Sprung from their bleeding veins.

6 u Thus shall the nations be destroy'd,
44 That dare insult my saints ;

u I have an arm t 1 avenge their wrongs,
44 An ear for their complaints."]

HYMN 29. C. M. Tunbridge. [*J

The Ruin of Antichrist. Ver. 4, 5, 6, 7.

1 [" 1 LIFT my banner, saith the Lord,
" JL" " Where Antichrist has stood ;

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

2 " My heart has studied just revenge,
44 And now the day appears ;

K The day of my redeem'd is come,
44 To wipe away their tears.

3 M Quite weary is my patience grown,
u And bids my fury go :

44 Swift as the lightning it shall move,
44 And be as fatal too.



owiu as uiu iiguLumg
44 And be as fatal too



4 *' 1 call for helpers, but in vain :
44 Then has my gospel none ?

u Well, mine own arm has might enough,
44 To crush my foea alone.

5 44 Slaughter, and my devouring sword,
44 Shall walk the streets around ;

44 Babel shall reel beneath my stroke,
44 And stagger to the ground,"



308 HYMN 30, 32. Book I

6 Thy honours, O victorious King !

Thine own right hand shall raise ;
While we thy awful vengeance sing,

And our Deliv'rer praise.]



HYMN 30. L. M. Blendon. [b *]
Prayer for Deliverance heard. Isa. xxvi, 8 — 20

1 TN thine own ways, O God of love,
_M_ 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 restore the light.
3 Look how rebellious men deride

The tender patience of my God ;
o 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,

t4 And my revenging fury cease."
d 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 31. Referred to the 1st Psalm.

HYMN 32. C. M. Tunbridge. [*]
Strength from Heaven. Isa. xl, 27, 28, 29, 30.
e 1 pKE[7"HENCE do our mournful tho'ts arise !
T T 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 sea ?

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



Book I. HYMN 39. S09

— 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 pow'rs 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 ;
'Till their unwearied feet arrive,

Where perfect pleasure is.]

Hymns 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38. Referred to Psalms
121, 124, 67, 73, 90, and 84.

HYMN 39. C. M. Zion. [*]

GotPs tender Care of his Church. Isa. xlix, 13,14, &c.

o 1 VTOW shall my inward joys arise,
_LtI And burst into a song ;
Almighty Love inspires my heart,
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.

& 3 Why do we then indulge our fears,

Suspicions, and complaints ?
—Is he a God ? and shall his grace,

Grow weary of his saints ?

a 4 Can a kind woman e'er forget
The infant of her womb ?
And, 'mongst a thousand tender thoughts,
Her suckling have no room ?

—5 " Yet," saith the Lord, u should nature change,

" And mothers monsters prove,
o u Zion still dwells upon the heart

M Of everlasting Love.

g 6 " Deep on the palms of both my hands,
" I have engrav'd her name :
'* My hands shall raise her ruin'd walls,
" And build her broken frame,"



310 HYMN 40,41. Book!

HYMN 40. L. M. Newcourt. [*]

Saints in Heaven. Rev. vii, 13 — 15, &c.

b 1 "¥^¥7"HAT happy men, or angels, these —

TT That all their robes are spotless white I
Whence did this glorious troop arrive,
At the pure realms of heav'nly light?

e 2 From tort'ring racks, and burning fires,
And seas of their own blood, they came :
But nobler blood has wash'd their robes,
Flowing from Christ the dying Lamb.

g 3 Now they approach th' Almighty throne,
With loud hosannas night and day ;
Sweet anthems to the great Three-One,
Measure their bless'd eternity.

© 4 No more shall hunger pain their souls ;
He bids their parching thirst be gone ;
And spreads the shadow of his wings,
To screen them from the scorching sun.

5 The Lamb, who fills the middle throne,
Shall shed around his milder beams ;
There shall they feast on his rich love,
And drink full joys from living streams.

g 6 Thus shall their mighty bliss renew,
Thro 1 the vast round of endless years ;

C And the soft hand of sovereign grace

Heals all their wounds, and wipes their tears.

HYMN 41. CM. Zion. [*]

The Martyrs glorified. Rev. vii, 13, &c.

e 1 ['T I ^HESE glorious minds,how bright they shinel
JL " Whence all their white array ;
M How came they to the happy seats
" Of everlasting day."

d 2 From tort'ring pains to endless joys,
On fiery wheels they rode ;
And strangely washM their raiment white,
In Jesus' dying blood.

-—3 Now they approach a spotless God,
And bow before his throne ;
Their warbling harps, and sacred songs,
Adore the Holy One.



Book I. HYMN 42. 311

g 4 The unveiPd glories of his face
Amongst his saints reside ;
While the rich treasures of his grace
See all their wants supply'd.

— 5 Tormenting thirst shall leave their souls,
And hunger flee as fast ;
The fruit of life's immortal tree
Shall be their sweet repast.
o 6 The Lamb shall lead his heav'nly 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, he,

1 [ A DORE and tremble, for our God

jljL Is a ^consuming fire !
His jealous eyes with wrath inflame,
And raise his vengeance higher.

2 Almighty Vengeance, how it burns ;
How bright his fury glows !

Vast magazines of plagues and storms,
Lie treasur'd for his foes.

3 Those heaps of wrath, by slow degrees,
Are fore'd into a flame ;

But kindled, oh ! how fierce they blaze \
And rend all nature's frame.

4 At his approach the mountains flee
And seek a wat'ry grave ;

The frighted sea makes haste away,
And shrinks up ev'ry wave.

5 Thro' 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.

7 Thy hand shall on rebellious kings
A fiery tempest pour ;

While we beneath thy shelt'ring wings,.
Thy just revenge adore.]

* Heb. xii, 29.



312 HYMN 45, 4a. Book 1

Hymn 43. Referred to the 100th Psalm.
HyMjt 44. Referred to the 133d Psalm.

' HYMN 45. C. M. Windsor. [*]

The Last Judgment. Rev. xx, 5, 6, 7, 8.

1 [C1EE where the great incarnate God

K? Fills a majestic throne ;-
While, from the skies, his awful voice
Bears the last judgment down.

2 (" I am the First, — and I the Last,—*
u Thiough endless years the same ;

M I AM — is my memorial still,
" And my eternal name.

3 " Such favours as a God can give,
14 My royal grace bestows ;

w Ye thirsty souls, come taste the streams,
u Where life and pleasure flows.)

4 " (The saint who triumphs o'er his sins,
u I'll own him for a son ;

il The whole creation shall reward
" The conquests he has won.

5 M But bloody hands, and hearts unclean ?
* c And all the lying race, —

" The faithless and the scoffing crew,
" That spurn at offered grace ; —

6 M They shall be taken from my sight,
41 Bound fast in iron chains,

w And headlong plung'd into the lake,
"' Where fire and darkness reigns.")

7 O may I stand before the Lamb,
When earth and seas are fled !

And hear the Judge pronounce my name,
With blessings on my head.

8 May I with those for ever dwell,
Who here were my delight ;

While sinners, banished down to hell,
No more offend my sight.]

Hymns 46, 47. Referred to Psalm 148, and Ps. 3.

HYMN 48. L. M. JVantwich. Leeds. [*]
The Christian Race. Isa. xl, 28 — 31.



_ — — — 7 — —

1 A WAKE, our souls ! (away our fears,
J\. Let ev'ry trembling thought be gor



gone ;)



Book I. HYMN 49. 313

o Awake, and run the heav'nly race,
And put a cheerful courage on.

e 2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road,

And mortal spirits tire and faint ;
—But they forget the mighty God,

Who feeds the strength of ev'ry saint.

§f 3 The mighty God, whose matchless pow'r r
Is ever new, and ever young j
And firm endures, while endless years
Their everlasting circles run,

o 4 From thee, the overflowing spring,

Our soul shall drink a full supply ;
e While such as trust their native strength,
a Shall melt away, and droop, and die.
© 5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air,

We'll mount aloft to thine abode ;

On wings of love our souls shall fly.

Nor tire amidst the heav'nly road.

HYMN 49. C. M. Arundel [*]
Works of Moses, and of the Lamb. Rev. xv, 3.

1 [TXO W strong thine arm is, mighty God !

JlJL Who would not fear thy name ?
Jesus, how sweet thy graces are !
Who would not love the Lamb ?]

2 Christ has done more than Moses did,
Our Prophet, and our King :

From bonds of hell he freed our souls,
And taught our lips to sing.

3 In the Red Sea, by Moses' hand,
The Egyptian host was drown'd r

But his own blood hides all our sins v
And guilt no more is found.

4 When thro' the desert Israel went,
With manna they were fed :

Our Lord invites us to his flesh,
And calls it living bread.
e 5 Moses beheld the promised land,

Yet never reach'd the place :
o But Christ shall bring his followers home,
To see his Father's face.
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314 HYMN 50, 51. Book I.

s 6 Then shall our love and joy be full,
And feel a warmer flame ;
And sweeter voices tune the song*
Of Moses and the Lamb.

~~HYMN 50. C. M. Bethlehem. [*]
Song of Zacharias. Luke i, 68, &c. John i, 29, 3£.

1 T^rOW be the God of Israel bless'd,
_L 1 Who makes his truth appear ;

His mighty hand fulfils his word,
And all the oaths he sware.

2 Now he bedews old David's root,
With blessing's from the skies :

o He makes the Branch of promise grow,
The promis'd Horn arise.

3 [John was the prophet of the Lord,
To go before his face ;

The herald, whom our Saviour God
Sent to prepare his ways.

4 He makes the great salvation known,
He speaks of pardon'd sins ;

While grace divine, and heav'nly love,
In its own glory shines.

5 " Behold the Lamb of God, 1 ' he cries,
11 Who takes our guilt away i

" I saw the Spirit o'er his head,

" On his baptizing day."]
o 6 Be ev'ry vale exalted high ;

Sink, ev'ry mountain low :
e The proud must stoop, and humble souls

Shall his salvation know.
o 7 The heathen realms, with Israel's land,

Shall join in sweet accord ;
And all that's born of man shall see,

The glory of the Lord.
o 8 Behold the morning Star arise,

Ye that in darkness sit :
«— He marks the path that leads to peace,

And guides our doubtful feet.



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HYMN 51. S. M. Dover. [*]
Preserving Grace. Jude 24, 25.
O God, the only wise,
Our Saviour, and our King,



Book I, HYMN 52. 315

» ■ ■ ' »»■ ^™— » i

Let all the saints below the skies
Their humble praises bring.

2 'Tis his almighty love,
His counsel and his care,

Preserves us safe from sin and death,
And ev'ry hurtful snare.

3 He will present our souls,
UnblemishM and complete,

Before the glory of his face,
With joys divinely great.
O 4 Then all the chosen seed

Shall meet around the throne :
Shall bless the conduct of his grace,
And make his wonders known.
a 5 To our Redeemer God

Wisdom with pow'r belongs ;
Immortal crowns of majesty,
And everlasting songs.
» »■■ ■

HYMN 52. L. M. Bath. [*]
Baptism. Matt, xxviii, 19. Acts ii, 38.

1 'fllWAS the commission of our Lord,

J3L Go, leach the nations, and baptises
The nations have receivM the word,
Since he ascended to the skies.

2 He sits upon th' eternal hills,
With grace and pardon in his hands ;
And sends his covenant, with the seals,
To ble^s the distant christian lands.

4 " Repent, and be batiz'd," he saith,
" For the remission of your sins ;"
And thus our 9ense assists our faith,
And shews us what his gospel means.

5 Our souls he washes in his blood,



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