9 Worthy for ever is the Lord,
That died for treasons not his own,
By every tongue to be ador'd,

And dwell upon his Father's throne!

Hope of Heaven by the Resurrection of Christ.

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

Be his abounding mercy prais'd,
His Majesty ador'd.

2 When from the dead he rais'd his Son, And call'd him to the sky,

He gave our souls a lively hope
That they should never die.

3 What, though our inbred sins require Our flesh to see the dust!

Yet as the Lord our Saviour rose,
So all his followers must.

4 There's an inheritance divine
Reserv'd against that day;

'Tis uncorrupted, undefil❜d,

And cannot waste away.

5 Saints by the power of God are kept, Till the salvation come;

We walk by faith, as strangers here,
Till Christ shall call us home.

HYMN 27. Common Metre.

2 Timothy Iv. 6, 7, 8, 18.

Assurance of Heaven; or, a Saint prepar'd to die.

1 [DEATH may dissolve my body now,

And bear my spirit home:
Why do my minutes move so slow,
Nor my salvation come?

2 With heavenly weapons I have fought The battles of the Lord,

Finish'd my course, and kept the faith,
And wait the sure reward.]

3 God has laid up in heaven 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 see -
The appearance of his Son.

5 Jesus, the Lord, shall guard me safe
From every ill design;
And to his heavenly kingdom take
This feeble soul of mine.

6 God is my everlasting aid,

And hell shall rage in vain; To him be highest glory paid, And endless praise, Amen.

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The Triumph of Christ over the Enemies of his Church.

1 WHAT mighty man, or mighty God,
Comes travelling in state
Along the Idumean road,
Away from Bozrah's gate?

2 The glory of his robes proclaim
'Tis some victorious King:

'Tis I, the just, th' almighty One,

That your salvation bring.'

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

And all thy vesture stain'd like those
Who in the wine-press tread?

4 I by myself have trod the press,
And crush'd my foes alone;

'My wrath has struck the rebels dead, My fury stamp'd them down.

5 'Tis Edom's blood that dyes my robes

With joyful scarlet stains;

The triumph that my raiment wears

Sprung from their bleeding veins.

6 Thus shall the nations be destroy'd That dare insult my saints:

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

1 'I Lift my banner,' saith the Lord,

Where Antichrist has stood;

The city of my gospel-foes

2. My heart has studied just revenge,
And now the day appears;

The day of my redeem'd is come,
To wipe away their tears.

3Quite weary is my patience grown, And bids my fury go;

6

Swift as the lightning it shall move,
And be as fatal too.

4 I call for helpers, but in vain ;

Then has my gospel none?

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

5 Slaughter and my devouring sword
'Shall walk the streets around;
'Babel shall reel beneath my stroke,
'And stagger to the ground.

6 Thy honours, O victorious King!

Thine own right hand shall raise,
While we thy awful vengeance sing,
And our Deliverer praise.

HYMNS, BOOK I.

[Hymn XXX.

HYMN 30. Long Metre.

Isaiah XXVI. 8-12, 20, 21.

Prayer for Deliverance answered.

1 IN thine own ways, O God of love,

We wait the visits of thy grace;
Our souls' desire is to thy name,

And the remembrance of thy face.

2 My thoughts are searching, Lord, for thee,
'Mongst the black shades of lonesome night;
My earnest cries salute the skies
Before the dawn restores the light.

3 Look, how rebellious men deride
The tender patience of my God;
But they shall see thy lifted hand,
And feel the scourges of thy rod.

4 Hark! the Eternal rends the sky,
A mighty voice before him goes,
A voice of music to his friends,
But threatening thunder to his foes.

5Come, children, to your Father's arms,
Hide in the chambers of my grace,
"Till the fierce storms be overblown,
And my revenging fury cease.

6 My sword shall boast its thousands slain, And drink the blood of haughty kings,

While heavenly peace around my flock

• Stretches its soft and downy wings.