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And rising thence, their hopes he raised|
To everlasting day ! ; Then joyfully, while life we have,
To Christ, our life, we'll sing, Where is thy victory, O grave 2
“And where, O death, thy sting 2*
'hrist's Commission to
^ O forth, ye Heralds, in my name,
he glorious Jubilee proclaim, Where'er the human race is found. The joyful news to all impart, And teach them where salvation lies; With care bind up the broken heart, And wipe the tears from weeping eyes. Be wise as serpents where you go, But barmless as the peaceful dove, nd let your heaven-taught conduct show That ye're commission'd from above. Freely from me ye have received, Freely, in love, to others give; hus shall your doctrines be believed, And, by your labours, sinners live.
SET FORTH IN GENERAL convention, 1808.
HYMN XXVIII. ADVENT.
e Coming and Office of Christ. Luke, iv. 18, 19.
[AR K the glad sound, the Saviour comes, The Saviour promised long! every heart prepare a throne, und every voice a song. In him the spirit, largely pour’d, :xerts his sacred fire; sdom and might, and zeal and love, (is holy breast inspire. [e comes, the prisoners to release, n satan’s bondage held, gates of brass before him burst, he iron fetters yield.
5 He comes, the broken heart to bind,
The Blessedness of Gospel Times; or, the
1 8, &c.
Revelation of Christ to Jews and on.
OW.beauteous are their feet
Who bring salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal?
te comes, from thickest films of vice |2 How charming is their voice!
'o clear the mental ray;
How sweet their tidings are:
* Zion, behold thy Saviour-King,
“He reigns and triumphs here.”
The same Commission, from St. Mark, . xvi. 15, &c. and from St. Matt. xxviii.
E dies! the Friend of sinners dies! Lo! Salem's daughters weep around! A solemn darkness veils the skies! A sudden trembling shakes the ground ! 2 Come saints, and drop a tear or two For him who groan'd beneath your load; He shed a thousand drops for you, A thousand drops of richer blood! 3 Here's love and grief beyond degree! The Lord of glory dies for men : But lo! what sudden joys we see : Jesus, the dead, revives again! 4. The rising God forsakes the tomb: Up to his Father's court he flies; Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies! 5 Broor your tears, ye saints, and te How high our great Deliverer reigns; Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, And led the tyrant death in chains! 6 Say, “Live for ever, glorious King, • Born to redeem, instruct, and save!” Then ask—' 0 death, where is thy sting !
“And where thy victory, O grave!”
And they shall praise a 8 O may thy love inspire
-ow long, thou faithful God, shall I
when shall the means of healing be
That my load of sin were gone! O that I could at last submit, At Jesus’ feet to lay it down! To lay my soul at Jesus’ feet! * Rest for my sou! I long to find; saviour of all, if mine thou art, 3ive me thy meek and lowly mind, And stamp thine image on my heart. I}reak off the yoke of inbred sin, And fully set my spirit free; I cannot rest, till pure within, Tili I am wholly lost in thee. | Fain would I learn of thee, my God; Thy light and easy burden prove, Fre cross, all stain'd with hallow'd blood, The labour of thy dying love. I would; but thou must give the power; My heart from every sin release;
3ring near, bring near the joyful hour,
fill me with thy perfect peace.
Ho. helpless guilty nature lies,
LAS, what hourly dangers rise!
Ror let thy chariot-wheels delay;
in my poor heart, appear;
a- y God, my Saviour, come away!
The Necessity of renewing Grace. * *
2 Sorrow, and pain, and every eare,
OME, we that love the Lord,
: Life is the hour that God hath given
Hym N XLIII. INVITING. The Goodness of God. Nahum, i. 7.
E. humble souls, approach your God | With songs of sacred praise, For he is good, supremely good, f And kind are all his ways. : All mature owns his guardian care, | In him we live and move; But nobier benefits declare | The wonders of his love. ; He gave his Son, his only Son, | To ransom rebel worms; , ris here he makes his goodness known In its diviner forms. To this dear refuge, Lord, we come, *Tis here our hope relies; A safe defence, a peaceful home, When storms of trouble rise. Thine eye beholds, with kind regard, The souls who trust in thee; "heir humble hope thou wilt reward, with bliss divinely free. Great God, to thy Almighty love, What honours shall we raise! Not all th’ angelic songs above can render equal praise. HYMN XLIV. - Morning Hymn. WAKE, my soul, and with the sun A. Thy daily course of duty run; hake off dull sloth, and early rise 'o pay thy morning sacrifice. Redeem thy mispent time that’s past; .ive this day, as if 'twere thy last: * improve thy talents take due care; Gainst the great day thyself prepare. | Let all thy converse be sincere, by conscience as the noon-day clear: ‘hink how th'all-seeing God, thy ways And all thy secret thoughts, surveys.
4 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thyi. Who all night long unwearied sing Glory to thee, eternal King. . 5 I wake, I wake, ye heavenly choir; May your devotion me inspire; That I like you my age may spend, Like you may on my God attend. 6 May I like you in God delight, Have all day long my God in sight; Perform like you my Maker's will: G! may I never more do ill. 7 Glory to thee, who safe has kept, And hast refresh'd me while I slept: Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, I may of endless life partake. 8 Lord, I my vows to thee renew; Scatter my sins as morning dew ; Guard #. first spring of thought and will, And with thyself my spirit fill. 9 Direct, control, suggest this day, All I design, or do, or say; That all my powers, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite. 10 Pro God, from whom all blessings ow,. Praise him, all creatures here below; Praise him above, ye angelic host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
LORY to thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light: Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, Under thy own Almighty wings. 2. Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, The ills that I this day have done; That with the world, myself, and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 8 Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed; Teach me to die, that so I may Triumphing rise at the last day. 4 O may my soul on thee repose, And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close; Sleep, that may me more vigorous, make, To serve my God, when I awake. 5. When in the might I sleeplesslie, My soul with heavenly thoughts supply: Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, No powers of darkness me molest. 6. Let my blest guardian, while Isleep, Close to my bed his vigils keep; Divine love into me instil, . . . . štop all the avenues of iii. . . . . 7 Thought to thought with my soul converse, . . .
Celestial joys to me rehearse;