HYMN II. Common Metre. The Resurrection of Christ. 1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light Unseals the eyelids of the morn, 2 This day be grateful homage paid, * Which scatters blessings from its wings, 4 Jesus, the friend of human kind, 5 The powers of darkness leagu’d in vain, 6 Not long the bands of death could keep 7 Exalted high at God's right hand, Through him is pardoning love dispens❜d, And endless blessings flow. 8 Now to our Saviour and our King, And be prepar'd like him to die, Mrs. BARBAULD. HYMN III. Long Metre. 1 AH, wretched souls, who strive in vain! Slayes to the world, and slaves to sin! A nobler toil may I sustain, A nobler satisfaction win. 2 I would resolve with all my heart, With all my powers to serve the Lord; Nor wander from thy sacred ways; b Mrs. STEELE. HYMN IV. Common Metre. Watchfulness and Prayer. 1 ALAS, what hourly dangers rise! What snares beset my way! To heaven then let me lift my eyes, b 2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain, And melt in flowing tears! My weak resistance, ah how vain! 3 O gracious God, in whom I live, Help me to watch, and pray, and strive, 4 Increase my faith, increase my hope, 5 When strong temptations fright my heart, Or lure my feet aside; My God, thy powerful aid impart, 6 Still keep me in thy heavenly way, Mrs. STEELE. HYMN V Long Metre. b The Syro-Phenician Woman. Mat. xv. 26, 97. 2 Thus, at thy feet, our souls would fall, Each self abasing broken heart, Shall with thy children share a part. DODDRIDGE. * HYMN VI. Short Metre. Christ the Branch of David, and the Morning Star. I ALL hail, mysterious King! Hail, David's ancient root ! Thou righteous branch, which thence did To give the nations fruit. 2 Our weary souls shall rest Beneath thy grateful shade; [spring, Our thirsting lips the sweets shall taste, 3 Fair morning star, arise! With living glories bright; 4 The horrid gloom is fled, Pierc'd by thy heavenly ray; Shine, and our wandering footsteps lead To everlasting day. HYMN VII. DODDRIDGE, altered. Common Metre. A Pillar in the heavenly Temple. 1 ALL hail, victorious Saviour, hail! I bow to thy command, And own that David's royal key 2 Open the treasures of thy love, 3 There as a pillar let me stand, Uprear'd by thy almighty hand, 4 There, deep engraven let me bear, And mark the New Jerusalem, 5 In lasting characters inscribe HYMN VIII. Long Metre. Uncharitable Judgment. DODDRIDGE. * or b 1 ALL-knowing God, 'tis thine to know 2 Who among men, high Lord of all, 5 When shall our happy eyes behold |