HYMN XXVI. Common Metre.

Hope of Heaven by the Refurrection of Chrif. 1 Pet. i. 3, 4, 5.

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

Be his abounding mercy prais'd,

His majefty ador'd.

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

3 What though our inbred fins require
Our flesh to see the duft,

Yet as the Lord our Saviour rofe,
So all his follow'rs muft.

4 There's an inheritance divine,
Referv'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 ftrangers here,
Till Chrift fhall call us home.

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

EATH may diffolve my body now,

D And bear my fpirit home;

Why do my minutes move fo 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 Jefus, the Lord, fhall guard me fafe
From ev'ry ill defign;
And to his heav'nly kingdom take
This feeble foul of mine.

6 God is my everlasting aid,
And hell fhall 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.

WHA mighty man, or mighty God,

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Comes travelling in state

Along the Idumean road,

Away from Bozrah's gate!

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

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

And all thy velture ftain'd like those
Who in the wine-press tread?

4 "I, by myself, have trod the prefs, "And crufh'd my foes alone; "My wrath has ftruck the rebels dead, "My fury ftamp'd them down.

5 "'Tis Edom's blood that dies my robes "With joyful fcarlet ftains;

"The triumph that my raiment wears 66 Sprung from their bleeding veins. 6" Thus fhall the nations be destroy'd "That dare infult my faints;

"I have an arm t' avenge their wrongs, "An ear for their complaints."

HYMN XXIX. Common Metre. The Triumph of Chrift; or, the Ruin of Antichrift. Isa. Ixiii. 4—7.

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LIFT my banner," faith the Lord, "Where Antichrift has ftood;

"The city of my gospel foes

"Shall be a field of blood.

2 "My heart has ftudy'd juft 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 fhall move,
"And be as fatal too.

4 "I call for helpers, but in vain :
"Then has my gofpel none?

"Well, mine own arm has might enough "To crush my foes alone.

5" Slaughter, and my devouring fword, "Shall walk the streets around,

"Babel fall, reel beneath my stroke, "And ftagger to the ground." 6 Thine honours, O victorious king! Thine own right hand fhall raife, While we thine awful vengeance fing, And our deliv❜rer praise.

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 fearching, Lord, for thee, 'Mongst the black fhades of lonesome night; My earnest cries falute the fkies Before the dawn reftores the light. 3 Look how rebellious men deride The tender patience of my God; But they fhall fee thy lifted hand, And feel the fcourges of thy rod. 4 Hark! the Eternal rends the sky, A mighty voice before him goes, A voice of mufic 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 ftorms be overblown,
And my revenging fury ceafe.

6 My fword fhall boaft its thousands flain,
And drink the blood of haughty kings,
While heav'nly peace around my flock
Stretches its foft and fhady wings.

HYMN XXXI. Referrite the

HYMN XXXII.

Pfalm.

Common Metre.

Strength from Heaven. Ifa. xl. 27—30. IW Hence do our mournful thoughts arife! And where's our courage fled ?

Has restless fin, 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 Treafures of everlasting might
In our Jehovah dwell;

He gives the conqueft to the weak,
And treads their foes to hell.

4 Mere mortal pow'r fhall fade and die,
And youthful vigour cease;
But we that wait upon the Lord,
Shall feel our strength increase.
5 The faints fhall mount on eagles' wings,
And tafte the promis'd blifs,

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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Now

OW fhall my inward joys arise,
And burst into a fong;
Almighty love infpires my heart,
And pleasure tunes my tongue.