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HY MN XCIV.
Of Wisdom, Love, and Pow'r,
That ever Angels bore:
Array'd in mortal Flesh,
And Pardons in his Hands: Commiffion's from his Father's Throne,
To make his Love to Mortals known. 3
Great Prophet of my God,
Of our Salvation came;
Jesus, my great High Priest,
No Sacrifice befide.
And now it pleads before the Thronę, 5 My grear almighty Lord,
My Conqu’ror and my King,
Thine is the Pow'r; behola I lit
In willing Bonds beneath thy Feet. 6 Now let my Soul arife
And tread the Tempter down;
To Conquest and a Crown.
Extol his glorious Name,
And rais'd our ruin'd Frame:
See the Foundation laid
How bright his Glories Mine!
That from his romba Church might rife. 3 But he forever lives; ;
Nor for himself alope ;
From him, the living Stone:
And in one House unites the whole, 4
To him with Joy we move;
The living Temple grows,
And owns the Founder's Hand. That Structure, Lord, still higher raise,
Louder to found its Builder's Praise. 5
Descend and shed abroad
Let Glory fill the Place:
H Y M N XCVI. ! WHENIsra’lfreed from Pharaoh's Hand,
Left the proud Tyrant and his Land, The Tribes with cheerful Homage own
Their King, and Judah was his Throne. 2 Across the Deep their Journey lay;
The Deep divides to make them Way:
With backward Current to his Head. 3 The Mountains shook like frighted Sheep,
Like Lambs the little Hillocks leap!
Conscious of sov'reign Pow'r at hand. 4 What Pow'r could make the Deep divide?
Make Jordan backward roll his Tide!
5 Let ev'ry Mountain, ev'ry Flood,
Retire, and know th' approaching God,
Tremble, thou Earth, adore and fear,
The Rock to standing Pools he turns;
H Y M N XCVII.
-HOU God of glorious Majesty,
To thee against myself, to thee
A Sinner born to die.
Or shuts me up in Hell.
Eternal Things impress :
And wake to Righteousness.
When thou with Clouds shalt corne To judge the Nations at thy Bar: And tell me, Lord, shall I be there
To meet a joyful Doom?
My future Bliss' t' insure,
And to the End endure.
And reign with thee above,
H Y M N XCVIII.
And feed me with a Shepherd's Care,
And all my Midnight Hours defend. 2. When in the sultry Glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty Mountain pant,