XXVIII. The triumph of Christ over the enemies of his church, Isa. Ixiii. 1---3, &c.

WHAT mighty man or mighty God

Comes travelling in state

Along the Idumean road

Away from Bozrah's gate?

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

"'fis I the Just th' Almighty One

"That your salvation bring."

3. Why mighty Lord! thy saints inquire

Why thine apparel's red,

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

4. "I by myself have trod the press "And crush'd my foes alone,

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

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

"The triumph that my remnant wears "Sprung from their bleeding veins.

6." Thus shall the nations be destroy'd "That dare insult my saints, "I have an arm t'avenge their wrongs, "An ear for their complaints."

XXIX. The second part, or the ruin of Antichrist;"
Isa. 4--7.

I LIFT my banner,” saith 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. Thy honours, O victorious King! Thine own right hand shall raise, While we thy awful vengeance sing, And our Deliv'rer praise.

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XXX. Prayer for deliverance answered, Isa, xxvi. 8--20.

In thine own ways O God of love!

We wait the visits of thy grace;
Our souls' desire 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 restore 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 storm 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.

XXXI. referred to the first Psalm.

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XXXII. Strength from Heaven, Isa xl. 27--35%

WHENCE do our mournful thoughts arise,
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?

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 saints shall mount on eagles' wings

And taste the promis'd bliss,

Till their unweary'd feet arrive

Where perfect pleasure is.

XXXIII, XXXIV, XXXV, XXXVI, XXXVII, XXXVIII, referred to Psal. cxxxi, exxxiv, lxvii, Ixxiii, xe, and lxxxiv.

XXXIX. God's tender care of his church, Isa. xlix.

13, 14, &c.

Now shall my inward joys arise
And burst into a song,

Almighty love inspires my heart
And pleasure tunes my tongue.
2. God on his thirsty Sion hill
Some mercy drops has thrown,
And solemn oaths have bound his love
To show'r 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?

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, "should nature change,

"And mothers monsters prove,

"Sion still dwells upon the heart

"Of everlasting love.

6. "Deep on the palms of both my hands "I have engrav'd her name,

My hands shali raise her ruin'd walls

"And build her broken frame,"

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