HYMN XII.

The Meek beautified with Salvation. Pfalm cxlix. 4.

YE

I.

E humble fouls rejoice,
And chearful triumphs fing;

Wake all your harmony of voice,
For Jefus is your king.

That meek and lowly Lord,

Whom here your fouls have known, Pledges the honor of his word

T'avow you for his own.

III.

He brings falvation near,

For which his blood was paid: How beauteous fhall our fouls appear Thus fumptuously array'd !

IV.

Sing, for the day is nigh,

When near your

leader's feat

The tallest fons of pride fhall lie,

The footstool of your feet.
V.

Salvation, LORD, is thine;

And all thy faints confefs,

The royal robes, in which they fhine,
Were wrought by fov'reign grace.

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HYMN XIII.

God comforting and rejoicing over Zion. Zeph. iii. 16, 17.

I.

ES, 'tis the voice of love divine!

YES,

And O! how fweet the accents found! Afflicted Zion, rife and fhine,

Fair mourner, proftrate on the ground.
II.

The mighty GoD, thy glorious king,
Tender to pity, ftrong to save,
Hath fworn he will falvation bring,
Tho' forrow prefs thee to the grave.
III.

He all a father's pleasure knows
To fold thee in his dear embrace;
His heart with fecret joy o'erflows,
And chearful fmiles adorn his face.

IV.

At length the inward extacy
In heav'nly mufic breaks its way;
JEHOVAH leads the harmony,

And angels teach their harps the lay.

ง.

Fain would my lips the chorus join,
And tell the lift ning world my joys,
But condefcenfion fo divine

In filence fwallows up my voice.

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CHRIST, the Sun of Righteousness.
Malachi iv. 2..

I.

O thee, O GOD, we homage pay, Source of the light that rules the day Who, while he gilds all nature's frame, Reflects thy rays, and speaks thy name.

II.

In louder ftrains we fing that grace,
Which gives the Sun of Righteousness;
Whofe nobler light salvation brings,
And scatters healing from his Wings.
III.

Still on our hearts may Jefus fhine
With beams of light and love divine!
Quicken'd by him our fouls fhall live,
And chear'd by him fhall grow and thrive,
IV.

O may his glories ftand confefs'd

From north to fouth, from east to west;
Successful may his gospel run

Wide as the circuit of the fun!

V.

When fhall that radiant scene arife,
When, fix'd on high in purer skies,
Christ all his luftre shall display
On all his faints, thro' endless day.?

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HYMN XV:

The attractive influence of a crucified Sa viour. John xii. 32.

B

I.

EHOLD th' amazing fight,
The Saviour lifted high?

Behold the Son of God's delight
Expire in agony !

II.

For whom, for whom, my heart, Were all these forrows, borne ? Why did he feel that piercing fmart, And meet that various fcorn?

III.

For love of us he bled,

And all in torture died:

'Twas love, that bow'd hls fainting heads

And op'd his gushing fide.

IV.

Drawn by fuch cords as thefe,

Let all the earth combine

With chearful ardor to confefs

The energy divine.

V.

In thee our hearts unite,

Nor fhare thy griefs alone,

But from thy cross pursue their flight

To thy triumphant throne.

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The Difciples joy at CHRIST's Appearance to them after his Refurrection. John

XX. 19, 20.

I.

NOME, our indulgent Saviour, come,
Illuftrious conqu'ror o'er the tomb :

Here thine affembled fervants blefs,
And fill our hearts with facred peace.

II.

O come thy-felf, moft gracious Lord,
With all the joy thy fmiles afford ;
Reveal the luftre of thy face,
And make us feel thy vital grace.

III.

With rapture kneeling round we greet
Thy pierced hands, thy wounded feet;
And from the scar, that marks thy fide,
We see our life's warm torrent glide.
IV.

Enter our hearts, Redeemer bleft;
Enter, thou ever-honour'd gueft,
Not for one tranfient hour alone,
But there to fix thy lafting throne.

v.

Own this mean dwelling as thy home;
And, when our life's last hour is come,
Let us but die, as in thy fight,

And death fhall vanish in delight.

C

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