But as faith pointed with her golden rod,
Follow'd thee up to joy and bliss for ever.
Love led them on,and faith who knew them best
Thy hand-maids, clad them o'er with purple

beams

And azure wings, that up they flew so dreft,
And fpake the truth of thee on glorious themes
Before the Judge, who thenceforth bid thee reft
And drink thy fill of pure immortal streams.

WAKE and fing the Song

Αν

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Of Mofes and the Lamb
Wake ev'ry Heart and ev'ry Tongue
To praise the Saviour's Name.

2 Sing of his dying Love,
Sing of his rifing Pow'r,
Sing how he intercedes above
For those whofe Sins he bore.

Sing 'till we feel our Hearts
Afcending with our Tongues;
Sing 'till the Love of Sin departs,
And Grace infpires our Songs.

Sing on your heav'nly Way,
Ye ranfom'd Sinners, fing;
Sing on rejoicing ev'ry Day
In Chrift th' eternal King.

Soon fhall ye hear him fay,
Ye bleffed Children, come;

Soon will he call you hence away,
And take his Wand'rers home.

HYMN CXXXI.

Come, thou wounded Lamb of God, Come wash us in thy cleanfing Blood; Give us to feel thy Love, then Pain Is fweet, and Life or Death is Gain.

2 Take our poor Hearts, and let them be For ever clos'd to all but thee:

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Seal thou our Breasts, and let us wear
That Pledge of Love for ever there.

How can it be, thou heav'nly King,
That thou fhould'ft Man to Glory bring!
Make Slaves the Partners of thy Throne,
Deck'd with a never-fading Crown!

4 Ah, Lord! enlarge our fcanty Thought
To know the Wonders thou hast wrought;
Unloose our stamm'ring Tongue to tell
Thy Loye immenfe, unfearchable.

5 Firft-born of many Brethren thou, To thee both Earth and Heav'n must bow; Help us to thee our All to give,

Thine may we die, thine may we live!

HYMN

HYMN

CXXXII.

I E comes! he comes! the Judge fevere ! The seventh Trumpet speaks him near; His Lightnings flash, his Thunders roll, He's welcome to the faithful Soul; Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome,

welcome to the faithful Soul. 2 From Heav'n angelic Voices found, See the almighty Jefus crown'd! Girt, with Omnipotence and Grace, And Glory decks the Saviour's Face; Glory, Glory, Glory, Glory, Glory decks the Saviour's Face!

3 Defcending on his azure Throne, He claims the Kingdoms for his own; The Kingdoms all obey his Word, And hail him their triumphant Lord; Hail him, hail him, hail him, hail him, hail him their triumphant Lord.

4 Shout all the People of the Sky,

And all the Saints of the Moft High:
Our God, who now his Right obtains,
For ever and for ever reigns;

Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever and for ever reigns.
5 The Father praife, the Son adore,
The Spirit blefs for evermore;

Salvation's glorious Work is done, We welcome thee, Great Three in One! Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome thee, Great Three in One!

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HYMN CXXXIII.

OVE divine, all Love excelling, Joy of Heav'n to Earth come down! Fix in us thine humble Dwelling, All thy faithful Mercies crown: Jefus thou art all Compaffion, Pure unbounded Love thou art, Vifit us with thy Salvation, Enter ev'ry trembling Heart! 2 Breathe! O breathe thy loving Spirit Into ev'ry longing Breast!

Let us all in thee inherit,

Let us find thy promis'd Reft:
Take away the Pow'r of finning,
Alpha and Omega be,

End of Faith, as its Beginning,
Set our Hearts at Liberty.
3 Come! almighty to deliver,
Let us all thy Life receive!
Suddenly return, and never,
Never more thy Temples leave!
Thee we would be always bleffing,
Serve thee as thine Hofts above,
Pray, and praise thee without ceafing,
Glory in thy precious Love.
4 Finish then thy new Creation,
Pure, unspotted may we be,
Let us fee thy great Salvation,
Perfectly reftor'd by thee;
Chang'd from Glory into Glory,

'Till in Heav'n we take our Place,
'Till we caft our Crowns before thee,
Loft in Wonder, Love, and Praise.

HYMN CXXXIV.

BLEST pair of Sirens, pledges of heav'n'sjoy,
Sphere-bornharmoniousfilters, voice &verfe,
Wed yourdivinefounds,andmix'dpow'r employ
Dead things with inbreath'd fenfe able to pierce,
And to our high-rais'd phantafy prefent
That undisturbed fong of pure concent,
Ay fung before the faphir-color'd throne
To him that fits thereon

With faintly fhout, and folemn jubilee,
Where the bright Seraphim in burning row
Their loud up lifted angel-trumpets blow,
And the cherubic hoft in thousand quires
Touch their immortal harps of golden wires,
With thofejuftipiritsthat wear victorious palms,
Hymns devout and holy pfalms
Singing everlaftingly;

That we on earth with undifcording voice
May rightly anfwer that melodious noife;
As once we did, till difproportion'd fin
Jarr'd against nature'schime,andwith harsh din
Broke the fair mufic that all creatures made
Totheir greatford, whofelovetheirmotionfway'd
In perfect diapafon, whilft they stood
In firft obedience, and their state of good.
may we foon again renew that song,

And keep in tune with heav'n, till god ere long

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