3 See, how the Conqu'ror mounts on high, and to his Father flies,
With Scars of Honour in his Flesh,
and Triumph in his Eyes.
4 There our exalted Saviour reigns,
and fends his Bleffings down;
Our Jefus fills the middle Seat
of the celeftial Throne.
5 Raife your Devotion, mortal Tongues,
to reach his blefs'd Abode:
Sweet be the Accents of your Songs,
to our incarnate God.
6 Bright Angels, ftrike your loudest Strings,
your sweetest Voices raise;
Let Heav'n, and all created Things,
found our Immanuel's Praife.
HYMN LV.
REJOICE, the Saviour reigns!
The God of Truth and Love;
When he had purg'd our Stains,
He took his Seat above:
Lift up your Hearts, lift up your Voice,
Rejoice; again, I fay, Rejoice.
2 His Kingdom cannot fail,
He rules o'er Earth and Heav'n;
The Keys of Death and Hell,
Are to our Jefus given :
Lift up your Hearts, lift up your Voice,
Rejoice; again, I fay, Rejoice.
3 He all his Foes fhall quell,
Shall all our Sins deftroy,
And every Bofom fwell
With pure Seraphic Joy:...
Lift up your Hearts, lift up your Voice,
Rejoice; again, I fay, Rejoice.
4 Rejoice in glorious Hope,
Jefus the Judge fhall come,
And take his Servants up
To their eterna! Home:
We soon shall hear th' Archangel's Voice,
The Trump of God fhall found, Rejoice,
HYMN LVI.
COME, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove, with all thy quick'ning Pow'rs;
Kindle a Flame of facred Love
in thefe cold Hearts of ours.
2 Look how we grovel here below, fond of these earthly Toys; Our Souls, how heavily they go to reach eternal Joys!
In vain we tune our formal Songs,
in vain we strive to rife;
Hofannas languifh on our Tongues,
and our Devotion dies,
4 Dear Lord! and fhall we ever live,
at this poor dying Rate?
Our Love fo faint, so cold to thee,
and thine to us so great?
5 Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,
with all thy quick'ning Pow'rs;
Come, fhed abroad a Saviour's Love,
and that shall kindle ours.
I REJOICE, rejoice, ye fallen Race,
The Day of Pentecoft is come!
Expect the fure descending Grace,
Open your Hearts to make him Room.
2 Our Jefus is gone up on high,
For us the Bieffing to receive;
It now comes ftreaming from the Sky,
The Spirit comes and Sinners live.
3 Affembled here with one Accord,
Calmly we wait the promis'd Grace,
The Purchase of our dying Lord;
Come, Holy Ghost, and fill this Place.
4 Behold to thee our Souls afpire,
And long the blest Descent to feel;
Kindle in each thy living Fire,
And stamp on ev'ry Heart thy Seal.
5 Wisdom and Strength to thee belong,
Sweetly within our Bofoms move,
Now let us fpeak with other Tongue
The new ftrange Language of thy Love.
HYMN
ICOME now, dear Lord, thyself reveal,
And let the Promise now take place!
Be it according to thy Will,
According to thy Word of Grace;
Thy forrowful Difciples cheer
And fend us down the Comforter.
2 He vifits now the troubled Breast,
And oft relieves our fad Complaint;
But foon we lose the tranfient Gueft,
But foon we droop again and faint;
Repeat the melancholy Moan-
Our Joy is fled, our Comfort gone ! 3 Haften him, Lord, into each Heart, Our fure infeparable Guide :
O might we meet and never part!
O might he in our Hearts abide!
And keep his Houfe of Praise and Prayer,
And reft, and reign for ever there!
I COME, Holy Ghost, our Souls inspire
And lighten with celeftial Fire,
Thou the anointing Spirit art,
Who doft thy fev'nfold Gifts impart.
2 Thy bleffed Unction from above,
Is Comfort, Life, and Fire of Love;
Enable with perpetual Light
The Dulnefs of our blinded Sight.
Anoint and cheer our foiled Face
With the Abundance of thy Grace.
Keep far our Foes, give Peace at Home!
Where Thou art Guide no Ill can come.
4 Teach us to know the Father, Son,
And Thee of both to be but One;
That through the Ages all along
This, this may be our endless Song-
5 Praise God from whom all Bleffings flow;
Praise him al Creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye heav'nly hoft;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
HYMN LX.
I HAIL Holy, Holy, Holy Lord!
be endless Praise to Thee!
Supream, effential One, ador'd
in co-eternal Three.
2 Enthron'd in everlasting State,
e'er I ime its Round began,
Who join'd in Council to create
the Dignity of Man.
To whom Ifaiah's Vifion fhew'd
the Seraphs veil their Wings,
While Thee, Jehovah, Lord and God,
th' Angelic Army fings.
4 To Thee by myftic Pow'rs on high
were humble Praises given,
When John beheld with favour'd Eye
th' Inhabitants of Heaven.
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