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Thy Counsel to fulfil,
And minister thy Grace,
H Y M N CCCLXIII.
HAIL, source of being! universal soul
Of heaven and earth! effential presence, hail! To thee I bend the knee ; to thee my thoughts, Continual, climb; who, with a master-hand, Haft the great whole into perfection touch'd. By thee the various vegetative tribes, Wrapt in a filmy net, and clad with leaves, Draw the live æther, and imbibe the dew: By thee dispos'd into congenial foils, Stands each attractive plant and fucks andswells The juicy tide; a twining mass of tubes, At thy command the vernal sun awakes The torpid sap, detruded to the root By wint'ry winds; that now in fluent dance, And lively fermentation, mounting, spreads All this innumerous coloured scene of things.
HY MN CCCLXIV.
SOLDIER of Christ, adieu !
Thy Conflicts here are past;
Rejoice to wear the glorious Prize,
Rejoice with God in Paradise.
There all thy Griefs are o'er;
The Mourner weeps no more;
Thou liv'st, thou liv'st forever free. 3
Thou out of great Distress
And Joys that always laft:
H Y M N CCCLXV.
With all that incompass his Throne! A Widow, a Widow indeed,
A Mother in Israel is gone! The Winter of Trouble is past,
The Storms of Amfiction are o'er ; Her Struggle is ended at last,
And Sorrow and Death are no more. 2 The Soul hath o'er taken her Mate,
And caught him again in the Sky; Advanc'd to her happy Estate,
And Pleasure that n shall die:
Where glorifi'd Spirits by Sight
Converse in their holy Abode,
And pure as the Angels of God.
Combin'd in a Manner unknown,
Or given to Jesus alone:
That first Resurrection attain,
And one with the Deity reign.
While all in his Praises agree,
And shine with the Glory they see!
(While all in the Extasy join)
And gives the Enjoyment divine,
And Harmony echoes his Praise;
Pours out the full Light of his Face.
Can bear so ineffably great,
And Heaven is found at his Feet!
HY MN CCCLXVI.
OW shall I then attempt to sing of him!
Who, light himself, in uncreated light Invested deep, dwells awfully retir'd From mortal eye, or angels purer ken; Whose single smile has, from the first of time, Filld, overflowing, all those lamps of heaven, That beam forever thro' the boundless sky: But should he hide his face, th’astonith'd fun, And all the extinguish'd stars, would loosening
reel Wide from their spheres,and chaos come again!
H Y M N CCCLXVII.
HAIL, Jesus; hail, our great High-Priest,
Enter'd into thy glorious Reit,
For all that trust thy dying Love.
Could never purge our guilty Stain,
Hast fav'd us by thy Blood alone. 3 Shed on the Altar of thy Cross, Thy Blood to God presented was,
Thro' the eternal Spirit's Pow'r:
Might live to God and sin no more. 4 Thankful we now the Earnest take, The Pledge, thou
wilt at last come back And openly thy Servants own; To us, who long to see thee here, Thou shalt a second Time appear, And bear us to thy glorious Throne.
H Y M N CCCLXVIII.
YE virgin Souls arise,
With all the Dead awake!
Oil in your Vessels take:
He comes, he comes to call
Who fit for Glory are;
Go forth with Joy to meet your Lord. 3 Go meet him in the Sky,
Your everlasting Friend;