-3 Treasures of everlasting might In our Jehovah dwell;

o He gives the conquest to the weak, And treads their foes to hell.

e 4 Mere mortal power shall fade and die, And youthful vigour cease;

o But we, who wait upon the Lord,
Shall feel our strength increase.

5 The saints shall mount on eagles' wings,
And taste the promis'd bliss;
Till their unwearied feet arrive,
Where perfect pleasure is.]

HYMNS 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38. Referred to Psalms 121, 124, 67, 73, 90, and 84.

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HYMN 39. C. M.

God's tender Care of his Church.

NOW

Zion. [*]

Is. xlix, 13, 14, &c.

TOW shall my inward joys arise,
And burst into a song;
Almighty Love inspires my heart,
And pleasures tune my tongue.
-2 God on his thirsty Zion's hill

Some mercy-drops has thrown;
o And solemn oaths have bound his love
To shower salvation down.

e 3 Why do we then indulge our fears,
Suspicions, and complaints?

—Is he a God? and shall his grace
Grow weary of his saints?

a 4 Can a kind woman e'er forget
The infant of her womb?

And, 'mongst a thousand tender thoughts,
Her suckling have no room?

-5 'Yet,' saith the Lord, 'should nature change, And mothers monsters prove,

o 'Zion still dwells upon the heart

'Of everlasting Love.

g 6 'Deep on the palms of both my hands, 'I have engrav'd her name:

'My hands shall raise her ruin'd walls, "And build her broken frame.'

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HYMN 40. L. M. Newcourt. [*]
Saints in Heaven. Rev. vii, 13-15, &c.

WHAT happy men, or angels, theseThat all their robes are spotless white! Whence did this glorious troop arrive At the pure realms of heavenly light? e 2 From tort'ring racks, and burning fires, And seas of their own blood, they came: But nobler blood has wash'd their robes, Flowing from Christ, the dying Lamb. g 3 Now they approach th' Almighty throne, With loud hosannas, night and day; Sweet anthems to the great Three-One Measure their blest eternity.

o 4 No more shall hunger pain their souls; He bids their parching thirst be gone, And spreads the shadow of his wings, To screen them from the scorching sun. 5 The Lamb, who fills the middle throne, Will shed around his milder beams; There shall they feast on his rich love, And drink full joys from living streams. g 6 Thus shall their mighty bliss renew, Through the vast round of endless years; e And the soft hand of sovereign grace Heals all their wounds, and wipes their tears.

HYMN 41. C. M. Zion. [*]

The Martyrs glorified. Rev. vii, 13, &c.

e 1 [THE

HESE glorious minds, how bright they
Whence all their white array? [shine!

'How came they to the happy seats
'Of everlasting day?'

d 2 From tort'ring pains to endless joys,
On fiery wheels they rode;

And strangely wash'd their raiment white,
In Jesus' dying blood.

-3 Now they approach a spotless God,
And bow before his throne;

Their warbling harps, and sacred songs,
Adore the Holy One.

g 4 The unveil'd glories of his face
Amongst his saints reside;

While the rich treasures of his grace
See all their wants supply'd.

-5 Tormenting thirst shall leave their souls, And hunger flee as fast;

The fruit of life's immortal tree

Shall be their sweet repast.

o 6 The Lamb shall lead his heavenly flock,
Where living fountains rise;
And love divine shall wipe away
The sorrows of their eyes.]

HYMN 42. C. M. Colchester. [*]
Divine Wrath and Mercy. Nahum i, 1, 2, 3, &c.

LADORE and tremble, for our God

*

His jealous eyes with wrath inflame,
And raise his vengeance higher.
2 Almighty vengeance, how it burns!
How bright his fury glows!

Vast magazines of plagues and storms
Lie treasur'd for his foes.

3 Those heaps of wrath, by slow degrees, Are forc'd into a flame;

But kindled, oh! how fierce they blaze!
And rend all nature's frame.

4 At his approach the mountains flee,
And seek a wat❜ry grave;

The frighted sea makes haste away,
And shrinks up ev'ry wave.

5 Through the wide air the weighty rocks Are swift as hail-stones hurl'd:

Who dares engage his fiery rage,
That shakes the solid world?

6 Yet, mighty God! thy sovereign grace Sits regent on the throne;

The refuge of thy chosen race,

When wrath comes rushing down. 7 Thy hand shall on rebellious kings A fiery tempest pour;

While we, beneath thy shelt'ring wings,
Thy just revenge adore.]

* Hcb. xii, 29.

HYMN 43. Referred to the 100th Psalm.
HYMN 44. Referred to the 133d Psalm.

HYMN 45. C. M. Windsor. [*]

The Last Judgment. Rev. xx, 5, 6, 7, 8.
EE where the great incarnate God
Fills a majestic throne;

1 [SER

While, from the skies, his awful voice
Bears the last judgment down.

2 (I am the First, and I the Last,-
"Through endless years the same;
'I AM-is my memorial still,
'And my eternal name.

3 'Such favours as a God can give,
'My royal grace bestows;

"Ye thirsty souls, come taste the streams, 'Where life and pleasure flows.)

4 (The saint who triumphs o'er his sins, 'I'll own him for a son;

'The whole creation shall reward "The conquests he has won.

5 'But bloody hands, and hearts unclean, 'And all the lying race,

'The faithless and the scoffing crew,

That spurn at offer'd grace;

6 They shall be taken from my sight,
'Bound fast in iron chains,

'And headlong plung'd into the lake,
'Where fire and darkness reigns.')
7 Oh may I stand before the Lamb,
When earth and seas are fled!
And hear the Judge pronounce my name,
With blessings on my head.

8 May I with those for ever dwell,
Who here were my delight;

While sinners, banish'd down to hell,
No more offend my sight.]

HYMNS 46, 47. Referred to Psalm 148, and Psalm 3.
HYMN 48. L. M. Nantwich. Leeds. [*]

The Christian Race. Isa. xl, 28-31.

1AWAKE, our souls! (away our fears, Let ev'ry trembling thought be gone ;)

o Awake, and run the heavenly race, And put a cheerful courage on.

e 2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road,
And mortal spirits tire and faint;
-But they forget the mighty God,
Who feeds the strength of ev'ry saint-
g 3 The mighty God, whose matchless power
Is ever new, and ever young;

And firm endures, while endless years
Their everlasting circles run.

o 4 From thee, the overflowing spring,
Our souls shall drink a full supply;
e While such as trust their native strength,
a Shall melt away, and droop, and die.
o 5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air,
We'll mount aloft to thine abode;
On wings of love our souls shall fly,
Nor tire amidst the heavenly road.

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HYMN 49. C. M. Arundel. [*]
Works of Moses, and of the Lamb. Rev. xv, 3.

HOW

OW strong thine arm is, mighty God! Who would not fear thy name? Jesus, how sweet thy graces are!

Who would not love the Lamb?]

2 Christ has done more than Moses did,
Our Prophet, and our King:
From bonds of hell he freed our souls,
And taught our lips to sing.

3 In the Red Sea, by Moses' hand,
The Egyptian host was drown'd:
But his own blood hides all our sins,
And guilt no more is found.

4 When through the desert Israel went,
With manna they were fed:
Our Lord invites us to his flesh,
And calls it living bread.

e 5 Moses beheld the promis'd land,
Yet never reach'd the place:

o But Christ shall bring his foll'wers home, To see his Father's face.