4 Far, far beyond these mortal Shores,
A bright Inheritance is ours;

Where Saints in Light our Coming wait,
To share their holy blissful State.

5 If ready drest for Heav'n we shine,

Thine are the Robes, the Crown is thine: May endless Years their Course prolong, While, Thine the Praise, be all our Song.

HYMN

GLO

CCLXXVII.

LORY be to God our King. Hallelujah.
Thine eternal Love we fing.

Thou haft bar'd thine Arm divine,
Wrought Salvation, made us thine.

2 Wand'ring Sheep, how far from Home
Sore bewilder'd did we roam,

Till the gracious Shepherd came,
Sought and fav'd? O praise his Name.
3 Death! no more we dread thy Sting;
Sin fubdu'd, we joyful fing:
Grave! thy Terrors we defy:
We fhall live, for Chrift did die.

4 Fir'd with Gratitude, we raise
All our Souls to found thy Praise;
Touch each Heart, each Tongue inspire,
Sing we higher still, and higher.

Hal.

Hal.

Hal.

HYMN

HYMN

CCLXXVIII.

CREATOR Spirit, by whofe Aid

The World's Foundations first were laid; Come, vifit ev'ry pious Mind;

Come, pour thy Joys on Human-Kind.
2 From Sin and Sorrow fet us free,
And make thy Temples worthy thee;
Illumine our dull darken'd Sight,
Thou Source of uncreated Light.
3 Thrice holy Fount, thrice holy Fire,
Our Hearts with heav'nly Love infpire:
Come and thy facred Unction bring,
To fanctify us while we fing.

4 Our Frailties help, our Vice controul;
Submit the Senfes to the Soul;
Feeble alas we are and frail;

Let not the World, or Flesh prevail.
5 Make us eternal Truths receive,
And practice all that we believe:
Give us thyfelf that we may fee
The Father and the Son by thee.

HYMN

CCLXXIX.

LORD God of Hofts, attend our Pray'r, And make the British Isles thy Care; To thee we raife our fuppliant Cries, When angry Nations round us rise.

2 Fain would they tread our Glory down,
And in the Duft defile our Crown,
Deluge our Houses with our Blood,
And burn the Temples of our God.
3 But midft the Thunder of their Rage,
We thy Protection would engage;
O raise thy faving Armon high,
And bring renew'd Deliv❜rance nigh.
4 May Britain as one Man be led

To make the Lord her Fear and Dread;
Our Souls no other Fear fhall know,
Tho' Earth were leagu'd with Hell below.

HYMN CCLXXX.

GIVE ear, ye Countries from afar, Ye proud affociate Nations, hear; While fixt on him who rules the Sky, Our Hearts your threat'ned Wrath defy. 2 Ye People, gird yourselves in vain, Your fcatter'd Force unite again; Again fhall all that Force be broke, When God with us shall deal the Stroke.

3

Now he records our humble Tears, With ardent Vows for future Years; And deftines for approaching Days, Victorious Shouts and Songs of Praife. 4 Emmanuel's Land fhall fafe remain, Bleft with its Saviour's gentle Reign,

Till ev'ry hoftile Rumour cease
In the sweet Realms of perfect Peace.

HYMN

MY

CCLXXXI.

Y God, now I from Sleep awake, The fole Poffeffion of me take; From midnight Terrors me secure, And guard myHeart from Thoughts impure. 2 Bleft Angels! while we filent lie, You Hallelujahs fing on high; You joyful hymn the Ever-bleft Before the Throne, and never rest. 3 I with your Choir celeftial join In offering up a Hymn divine; With you in Heav'n I hope to dwell, And bid the Night and World farewel. 4 Lord, in thy Arms I will entrust My Soul when I shake off this Dust : O'make me thy peculiar Care; Some Manfion for my Soul prepare. 5 Give me a Place at thy Saint's Feet, Or fome fall'n Angel's vacant Seat; I'll strive to fing as loud as they, Who fit above in brighter Day.

6 O may I always ready stand

With my Lamp burning in my Hand:
May I in Sight of Heav'n rejoice,

Whene'er I hear the Bridegroom's Voice.

7 All Praise to thee, in Light array'd,
Who Light thy Dwelling-Place hast made:
A boundless Ocean of bright Beams
From thy all-glorious Godhead streams.
8 The Sun, in its meridian Height,
Is very Darkness in thy Sight;
My Soul O lighten and enflame
With Fear and Love of thy great Name.
9 Bleft Jefus, thou on Heav'n intent,
Who'e Nights haft in Devotion spent ;
But I, frail Creature, foon am tir'd,
And all my Zeal is foon expir'd.
10 My Soul how canft thou weary grow
Of antedating Blifs below,

In facred Hymns and heav'nly Love,
Which will eternal be above?

II Shine on me, Lord; new Life impart;
Fresh Ardours kindle in my Heart :
One Ray of thy all-quick'ning Light
Difpels the Sloth and Clouds of Night.
12 Lord, left the Tempter me furprize,
Watch over thine own Sacrifice ;
All loofe, all idle Thoughts, caft out,
And make my very Dreams devout.

13 Praife God from whom all Bleffings flow; Praife him, all Creatures here below; Praise him above, angelic Hoft,

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

HYMN