HYMN LVII. L. M.

The happy state of the Christian,

J. PROUD.

1 ALMIGHTY Lord, thou just and true,
What songs of praise to thee are due
Our happy state to thee we owe,
And grateful hymns of praise shall flow!

2 From satan's pow'r our souls are free,
We boast in Christian liberty;
The paths of vice no more we run,
In thoughtless haste to be undone.
3 Our sins and lusts prevail no more,
We hate the deeds we lov'd before;
Taught by thy blessed truth to see,
That worldly mirth is misery.

4 No more from sin to sin we turn,
No longer doth the fever burn;
What once we lov'd we now resign,
Religion's joys are joys divine.

At home or when abroad;

J. PROUD.

While holding converse with my soul,
My kingdom and my God!

2 Adieu, ye busy streets,

Ye scenes of mirth and noise:

The silent hour, the still retreat
Have more substantial joys.

3 On contemplation's wings,

Can rise the active mind; Explore with joy celestial thing And leave the world behind.

4 What raptures fill the breast,
While God and heav'n are ne
I seem to stand among the bles
And joys divine appear!

5 Creation smiles around,

The scene is peace and love The groves and lawns with mu From angel's songs above.

6 My soul is all on fire,
I long for their abode :
I spurn this earth, to heav'n a
And pant for none but God

70 happy solitude,

The silent still retreat!
No earthly passions here obt
The world's beneath my f

8 In such a state as this
My soul would joyful rest
Till rais'd to yonder land of
To be more richly bless'd

HYMN LIX. L. M.

On Isaiah lxiii. 7.

J. PROUD.

1 RISE ev'ry heart, and ev'ry tongue,

Prepare a sweet angelic song;

Surprizing mercies must require
An angel's lay, a seraph's fire.

2 See what the gracious God of heav'n
Hath now to his own Israel giv'n;
No heart can feel, no tongue express
The wonders of his love and grace.

3 In ev'ry age the Lord was kind,
And to his church reveal'd his mind;
But we enjoy a wond'rous store
Of mercies never known before.

4 The sun of heav'n illumes the soul,
Oceans of mercies sweetly roll;
The heav'nly streams of truth and love
Flow freely from the fount above.

50 happy day! we live to see
How kind to men our God can be ;
His greatest mercies stand confess'd,
And Zion is divinely bless'd.

6 Thy truth and loving kindness, Lord,
We will with holy songs record;
To us are richest favours giv'n,
And praises shall return to heav'e!

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1. PRO

God will accept the humble praise,
The feeble notes that we can raise ;
Angels unite their songs above,
And heav'n resound with Jesu's love.

HYMN LX. C. M.

ngue, Not ashamed to own the Lord in his S

Ongi

Lear's

Advent.

1 Is God in glory come again?

J. PRO

In Zion will he dwell? Set up his kingdom, ever reign, And crush the pow'rs of hell? press 2 And shall I be of him asham'd, Because the world oppose? No, all his truth shall be proclaim'd, In spite of envious foes.

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mind;

3 Jesus a second time appears,
We will exalt his Name;
Away with cowardice and fears,
And all disgraceful shame.

4 Asham'd of Jesus! let me be
A martyr for my Lord,

Rather than from his standard flee,
Or once disown his word.

And all his foes shall soon be made
To sink beneath his feet.

2 Then rise, ye saints, with courage rise,
Jehovah's Advent tell;

Your boasting enemies despise,
Nor fear the threats of hell.

3 No savage cruelty shall move,
We'll boldly meet the whole;
And still declare Jehovah's love
With an undaunted soul.

4 Jesus, we will thy truth proclaim,
With our harmonious tongues;
And speak the honours of thy name,
In everlasting songs.

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HYMN LXII. P. M.

Ti

Morning Hymn.

J. PROUD

O Thee, my God and Friend.
I raise my morning song;
Thou dost my life defend,
Thy arm of pow'r is strong.
My many foes

Beset me round;
But sweet repose.
From thee I found.

While on my bed I rest,

Amidst the shades of night,
My wakeful mind is bless'd
With heav'nly love and light.