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HYMNS, BOOK I.

[Hymn III.

[The Lord, the highest God,
Calls him his only Son;

He bids him rule the lands abroad,
And gives him David's throne.

O'er Jacob shall he reign
With a peculiar sway;

The nations shall his grace obtain,

His kingdom ne'er decay. ]

To bring the glorious news

A heavenly form appears;

He tells the shepherds of their joys,
And banishes their fears.

'Go, humble swains, said he,
'To David's city fly;

The promis'd infant born to-day
'Doth in a manger lie.

With looks and hearts serene,
'Go, visit Christ your King:'

And straight a flaming troop was seen;
The Shepherds heard them sing :

Glory to God on high;

And heavenly peace on earth; Good will to men; to angels joy, 'At the Redeemer's birth!'

8 [In worship so divine

Let saints employ their tongues, With the celestial hosts we join, And loud repeat their songs:

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Glory to God on high;

And heavenly peace on earth;

• Good will to men; to angels joy,

NAKED

as from the earth we came,

And crept to life at first;
We to the earth return again,
And mingle with our dust.

2 The dear delights we here enjoy,
And fondly call our own,

Are but short favours borrow'd now,
To be repaid anon.

3 'Tis God that lifts our comforts high, Or sinks them in the grave;

He gives, and (blessed be his name!)
He takes but what he gave.

4 Peace! all our angry passions, then,
Let each rebellious sigh
Be silent at his sovereign will,
And every murmur die.

5 If smiling mercy crown our lives,
Its praises shall be spread;
And we'll adore the justice too
That strikes our comforts dead.

HYMN 6. Common Metre.

1 GREAT

Job xIx. 25-27.

Triumph over Death.

God, I own thy sentence just,

And nature must decay:

I yield my body to the dust,

To dwell with fellow-clay.

2 Yet faith may triumph o'er the grave,
And trample on the tombs:
My Jesus, my Redeemer lives,
My God, my Saviour comes.

3 The mighty conqueror shall appear
High on a royal seat,

And death, the last of all his foes,
Lie vanquish'd at his feet.

4 Though greedy worms devour my skin, And gnaw my wasting flesh,

When God shall build my bones again,
He clothes them all afresh.

5 Then shall I see thy lovely face
With strong immortal eyes,

And feast upon thy unknown grace,
With pleasure and surprise.

HYMN 7. Common Metre.

Isaiah Lv. 1, &c.

The Invitation of the Gospel; or, spiritual Food and Clothing.

1

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every mortal ear attend,

And every heart rejoice;

The trumpet of the gospel sounds
With an inviting voice.

2 Ho! all ye hungry starving souls
That feed upon the wind,

And vainly strive with earthly toys
To fill an empty mind:

3 Eternal wisdom has prepar'd
A soul-reviving feast,
And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision taste.

4 Ho! ye that pant for living streams,
And pine away and die;

Here you may quench your raging thirst
With springs that never dry.

5 Rivers of love and mercy here
In a rich ocean join;
Salvation in abundance flows,

Like floods of milk and wine.

6 [Ye perishing and naked poor,
Who work with mighty pain,
To weave a garment of your own
That will not hide your sin;

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HYMNS, BOOK 1.

7 Come naked, and adorn your souls
In robes prepar❜d by God,
Wrought by the labours of his Son,
And dy'd in his own blood.]

8 Dear God! the treasures of thy love
Are everlasting mines,
Deep as our helpless miseries are,
And boundless as our sins!

9 The happy gates of gospel-grace
Stand open night and day:
Lord, we are come to seek supplies,
And drive our wants away.

HYMN 8. Common Metre.

Isaiah xxvI. 1---6.

The Safety and Protection of the Church.

1 How honourable is the place
Where we adoring stand;
Zion, the glory of the earth,
And beauty of the land!

2 Bulwarks of mighty grace defend
The city where we dwell;

The walls, of strong salvation made,
Defy the assaults of hell.

3 Lift up the everlasting gates,
The doors wide open fling,

Enter, ye nations, that obey

The statutes of our King.

[Hymn VIII.