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And must these active limbs of mine
Lie mould'ring in the clay?

Corruption, earth, and worms,
Shall but refine this flesh,
Till my triumphant spirit comes,
To put it on afresh,

3 God, my Redeemer, lives—
And often from the skies

Looks down, and watches all my duft,
Till he fhall bid it rife.

Array'd in glorious grace

Shall these vile bodies fhine;
And ev'ry shape, and ev'ry face,
Look heav'nly and divine.

Thefe lively hopes we owe
To Jefus' dying love;

We would adore his grace below,

And fing his pow'r above.

Dear Lord, accept the praise

Of these our humble fongs,

Till tunes of nobler found we raise

With our immortal tongues.

HYMN CXI. Common Metre. Thanksgiving for Victory; or, God's Dominion, and our Des

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liverance.

ION rejoice, and Judah fing,

The Lord affumes his throne;

Come, let us own the heav'nly King,
And make his glories known.

2 The great, the wicked, and the proud,
From their high feats are hurl'd;
Jehovah rides upon a cloud,

And thunders through the world.

3 He reigns upon th' eternal hills,
Diftributes mortal crowns ;

Empires are fix'd beneath his fmiles,
And totter at his frowns.

4 Navies, that rule the ocean wide,
Are vanquish'd by his breath,

And legions, arm'd with pow'r and pride,
Defcend to watʼry death.

5 Let tyrants make no more pretence
To vex our happy land;
Jehovah's name is our defence,
Our buckler is his hand.

6 [Still may the King of grace defcend
To rule us by his word:
And all the honours we can give,
Be offer'd to the Lord.]

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HYMN CXII. Long Metre.

Angels miniftering to Chrift and Saints.

GRHaft thou advanc'd the Lord, thy Son!

REAT GOD! to what a glorious height

Angels, in all their robes of light,

Are made the fervants of his throne.

z Before his feet thine armies wait,
And fwift as flames of fire they move,
To manage his affairs of ftate,

In works of vengeance, and of love.

3 His orders run through all the hofts,
Legions defcend at his command,

To fhield and guard our native coafts,
When foreign rage invades our land.

4 Now they are fent to guide our feet
Up to the gates of thine abode,

Through all the dangers that we meet
In travelling the heav'nly road.

5 Lord, when I leave this mortal ground,
And thou shalt bid me rife, and come
Send a beloved angel down,

Safe to conduct my fpirit home.

HYMN CXIII.

Common Metre.

The fame.

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THE majefty of Solomon,

How glorious to behold

The fervants waiting round his throne,
The iv'ry, and the gold!

2 But, mighty God! thy palace fhines
With far fuperior beams!

Thine angel-guards are fwift as winds,
Thy minifters are flames!

3 [Soon as thine only Son had made
His entrance on the earth,
A hining army downward fled,
To celebrate his birth.

4 And when oppreff'd with pains and fears,
On the cold ground he lies-
Behold, a heav'nly form appears,
T'allay his agonies.]

5 Now to the hands of Christ, our King,
Are all their legions giv'n;

They wait upon his faints, and bring
His chofen heirs to heav'n.

Pleasure and praise run through their hoft,
To fee a finner turn;
That fatan has a captive loft,

And Chrift a fubject born.

7 But there's an hour of brighter joy, When he his angels fends Obftinate rebels to deftroy,

And gather in his friends.

8 Oh! could I fay, without a doubt,
There fhall my foul be found-
Then let the great arch-angel fhout,
And the last trumpet found!

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HYMN CXIV. Common Metre. Chrift's Death, Victory, and Dominion. SING my Saviour's wond'rous death; He conquer'd when he fell :

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'Tis finish'd, faid his dying breath,
And fhook the gates of hell.

2 'Tis finish'd, our Immanuel cries;
The dreadful work is done :
Hence fhall his fov'reign throne arife;
His kingdom is begun.

3 His cross a fure foundation laid,
For glory and renown;

When, through the regions of the dead,
He pafs'd to reach the crown.

4 Exalted at his Father's fide,
Sits our victorious Lord;

To heav'n and hell, his hands divide
The vengeance or reward.

5 The faints, from his propitious eye,
Await their fev'ral crowns;
And all the fons of darkness fly
The terror of his frowns.

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HYMN CXV. Common Metre. God the Avenger of his Saints; or, his Kingdom Supreme.

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IGH as the heav'ns above the ground,
Reigns the Creator, God;

Wide as the whole creation's bound
Extends his awful rod.

2. Let princes of exalted ftate

To him afcribe their crown;
Render their homage at his feet,
And caft their glories down.

3 Know that his kingdom is fupreme,
Your lofty thoughts are vain;

He calls you Gods, that awful name,
But ye muft die like men.

4 Then let the fov'reigns of the globe
Not dare to vex the just;

He puts on vengeance like a robe,
And treads the worms to duft,
5 Ye judges of the earth, be wife,
And think of heav'n with fear;
The meaneft faint that you despise
Has an Avenger there.

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HYMN CXVI. Common Metre.

HOW

Mercies and Thanks.

OW can I fink with fuch a prop
As mine eternal God,

Who bears the earth's huge pillars up,

And fpreads the heav'ns abroad?

2 How can I die, while Jefus lives,
Who rofe, and left the dead?
Pardon and grace my foul receives
From mine exalted head.

All that I am, and all I have,
Shall be forever thine;

Whate'er my duty bids me give,
My cheerful hands refign.

4 Yet, if I might make fome reserve,
And duty did not call,

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I love my God with zeal fo great,
That I fhould give him all.

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HYMN CXVII. Long Metre. Living and dying with God present. CANNOT bear thine abfence, Lord; My life expires, if thou depart: Be thou, my heart, ftill near my God, And thou, my God, be near my heart. 2 I was not born for earth or fin, Nor can I live on things fo vile; Yet I will flay my Father's time, And hope and wait for heav'n awhile,