2 Glory, glory, glory, glory, Glory be to God on high, Glory, glory, glory, glory,

Sing his praises through the sky; Glory, glory, glory, glory, Glory to the Father give, Glory, glory, glory, glory,

Sing his praises all that live!
3 Now I'll sing my Saviour's merit-
Tell the world of his dear name;
That if any want his spirit,

He is still the very same.
He that asketh soon receiveth,
He that seeks is sure to find;
Whoso'er on him believeth,
He will never cast behind.

4 Glory, glory, glory, glory, Glorious Christ of heav'nly birth; Glory, glory, glory, glory,

Sing his praises through the earth. Glory, glory, glory, glory,

Glory to the Spirit be;
Glory, glory, glory, glory,

To the sacred one in three.
5 Now our advocate is pleading,
With his Father, and our God;
And for us is interceding,

As the purchase of his blood;
Now methinks I hear him praying,
Father! save them-I have died:
And the Father answers, saying,
They are freely justifi'd.

6 Worthy, worthy, worthy, worthy, Worthy is the Lamb of God,

Worthy, worthy, worthy, worthy,
Who hath wash'd us in his blood.

Holy, holy, holy, holy,

Holy is the Lord of hosts,

Holy, holy, holy, holy,

Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

HYMN 82. C. M.

A Warning to flee from the Wrath to come.

NOW is the time, th' accepted hour,

sinners! come away;

The Saviour's knocking at your door,
Arise without delay.

2 Oh! don't refuse to give him room,
Lest mercy should withdraw;

He'll then in robes of vengeance come,
To execute his law.

3 Then where, poor mortals, will you be,
If destitute of grace;

When you, your injur'd Judge shall see,
And stand before his face?

4 Oh! could you shun that dreadful sight,
How would you wish to fly,
To the dark shades of endless night,
From that all-searching eye?
5 The dead awak'd, must all appear,
And you among them stand;
Before the great impartial bar,
Arraign'd at Christ's left hand.

6 Let not these warnings be in vain,
But lend a list❜ning ear;

'Lest you should meet them all again, When wrapt in keen despair.

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HYMN 83. C. M.

The Soldier of the Cross.

AMI soldier the

A foll'wer of the Lamb;

And shall I fear to own his cause,
Or blush to speak his name?
2 Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vain world a friend to grace,
To help us on to God?

3 Shall I be carry'd to the skies,
On flow'ry beds of ease?
While others fight to win the prize,
And sail through bloody seas?
4 I too must fight if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord,

To bear the cross, endure the shame,
Supported by thy word

5 The saints, in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer though they die;
They see a triumph from afar,
With faith's discerning eye.

6 When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all their armies shine,

With robes of vict'ry through the skies;
The glory shall be thine.

HYMN 84. C. M.

Sanctification and Pardon.

HERE shall we, sinners, hide our heads?

Can rocks or mountains save?

Or shall we wrap us in the shades

Of midnight and the grave?

2 Is there no shelter from the eye
Of a revenging God?

Jesus, to thy dear wounds we fly,
Bedew us with thy blood.

3 Those guardian drops our souls secure,
And wash away our sin :
Eternal justice frowns no more,

And conscience smiles within.

4 We bless that wond'rous purple stream,
That cleanses every stain;

Our souls are yet but half redeem'd,
If sin, the tyrant, reign.

5 Lord, blast his empire with thy breath,
The rebel's throne must fall;

Ye flatt'ring plagues, that work our death,
Fly, for we hate you all.

HYMN 85. C. M.

Perseverance. Psa. cxix. 117.

ORD, hast thou made me know thy ways?

L Conduct me in thy fear,

And grant me such supplies of grace,

That I may persevere.

2 Let but thy own almighty arm
Sustain a feeble worm,

I shall escape secure from harm,
Amid the dreadful storm.

3 Be thou my all-sufficent friend,
'Till all my toils shall cease:
Guard me through life, and let my end
Be everlasting peace.

HYMN 86. Tens and Elevens.

Humble confidence in the Power and Grace of
Christ.

Ou, tell me no more of this world's vain store,
The time for such trifles with me now is o'er;
A country I've found, where true joys abound,
To dwell I'm determin'd on that happy ground.
2 The souls that believe, in Paradise live,
And me in that number will Jesus receive;
My soul, don't delay, he calls thee away,

Rise, follow thy Saviour, and bless the glad day. 3 No mortal doth know, what he can bestow, What light, strength, and comfort do after him go;

Lo, onward I move, to a country above,

None guesses how wond'rous my journey will prove.

4 Great spoils I shall win, from death, hell, and

sin,

'Midst outward afflictions shall feel Christ within:
And when I'm to die, receive me, I'll cry,
For Jesus hath lov'd me, I cannot tell why.
5 But this I do find, to him I'm so join'd,
He'll not live in glory, and leave me behind;
So this is the race I'm running through grace,
Henceforth till admitted to see my Lord's face.
6 And now 'tis my care, my neighbours may

share

These blessings; to seek them will none of you

dare?

In bondage, Oh, why, and death will you lie,
When one here assures you free grace is so nigh.