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þymn CCLXXXVI. Long Metre. [*]

Faith Triumphant.

HO fhall the Lord's elect condemn ?

W 'Tis God who juftifies their fouls:

And mercy, like a mighty ftream,
O'er all their fins divinely rolls.

Who fhall adjudge the faints to hell?
'Tis Chrift who fuffer'd in their stead;
And, the falvation to fulfil,

Behold him rifing from the dead!
He lives! he lives! and reigns above,
Forever interceding there;

Who fhall divide us from his love?
Or what shall tempt us to defpair ?
Shall perfecution or distress,
Famine, or fword, or nakedness?
He who hath lov'd us, bears us through,
And makes us more than conq'rors too.
Faith has an overcoming power,
It triumphs in the dying hour :
Chrift is our life, our joy, our hope,
Nor can we fink with fuch a prop.
Not all that men on earth can do,
Nor powers on high, nor powers below,
Shall caufe his mercy to remove,

Or wean our hearts from Chrift our love.

WATTS.

ymn CCLXXXVII. Com. Metre. [otb]

Death and the Resurrection.

WHY do we mourn departing friends,

fhake at death's

"Tis but the voice that Jefus fends, To call them to his arms:

2 Why should we tremble to convey
Their bodies to the tomb?
There Jefus' facred body lay,
And left a long perfume.

3 The graves of all his faints he blefs'd,
And foften'd every bed:

Where fhould the dying members rest,
But with the dying head?

4 Thence he arofe, afcended high,
And fhow'd our feet the way;
Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly,
At the great rifing day.

5

Then fhall the last loud trumpet found,
And bid our friends arise ;

Awake, ye nations, from the ground;
Ye faints, afcend the skies.

WATTS

Hymn CCLXXXVIII. Com. Met. [or]

Looking at Things unfeen.

HY fhould the world's alluring toys
Detain our hearts and

WH

Regardless of immortal joys,

And strangers to the fkies!

eyes;

2 Thefe tranfient fcenes will foon decay;
They fade upon the fight;

And quickly will their brighter day
Be foft in endless night.

3 Their brighteft day! alas, how vain!
With confcious fighs we own;
Whilft clouds of forrow, care and pain
O'erfhade the smiling noon.

4 O could our thoughts and wishes fly
Above thefe gloomy fhades,

To those bright worlds beyond the ky
Which forrow ne'er invades.

There joys unfeen by mortal eyes
Or reafon's feeble ray ;
In ever blooming profpect rife,
Unconscious of decay."

6 Lord, fend a beam of light divine
To guide our upward aim;
With one reviving ray of thine
Our languid hearts inflame.

7 Then fhall, on faith's fublimeft wing,
Our ardent wishes rife,

To those bright scenes where pleasures fpring Immortal in the skies.

Mrs. STEELE.

Hymn CCLXXXIX. Long Metre. [*]

W

Morrioge.

ITH cheerful voices rife and fing
The praises of our God and King;

For he alone can minds unite,

And blefs with conjugal delight.

2 This wedded pair, O Lord, infpire
With heav'nly love, that facred fire;
From this bleft moment may they prove
The blifs divine of marriage love.
3 O may they both increafing find
Subftantial pleafures of the mind;
Happy together may they be,
And both united, Lord, to thee.

4 To you, bleft pair, your God hath given
To tafte the love which reigns in heaven;
His gift with all your powers improve,
And cultivate that virtuous love.

5 So may you live as truly one;
And when your work on earth is done,
Rife, hand in hand, to heaven, and share
The joys of love forever there!

PROUD.

Hymn CCXC. Common Metre. [or]

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The Penitent Thief.

ITH deep contrition, grief and fhame,
The thief his crimes confefs'd,

Then turn'd his dying eyes to Christ,

And thus his prayer addrefs'd:

2" When to thy kingdom thou shalt come, O Lord, remember me." "This day with me in paradife Thy happy soul shall be.”

3

Thus fpake the Saviour to a wretch
Who languifh'd at his fide;
Whilft on the fatal tree he hung,

And bled, and groan'd, and dy'd.

4 Jefus, thou Son and Heir of heaven,
Thou Lord of all below;

Though then unjustly thou waft brought
To infamy and woe;

5 Yet quickly from that dreadful fcene
In triumph thou didst rife,
Burit through the prifon of the grave,
And gain'd thy native fkies!

6 Exalted to thy Father's throne,
Pardon and life to give;

The penitent thou still doft hear,
And bid the finner live.

Altered from STENNET,

Hymn CCXCI. Common Metre. [*orb]

The Firft and Second Adam.

WITH flowing eyes and bleeding hearts

A fallen world furvey !

See the wide ruin fin has made
In one unhappy day.

2 Adam, in God's own image form'd,
See from his God eftrang'd!
And all the joys of paradife
For guilt and horror chang'd!
3 This fatal heritage bequeath'd
To all his helpless race!

Through this dark maze of fin and woe,
Thus to the grave we pass.

4 But, O my foul, with rapture hear
The fecond Adam's name;
And the celeftial gifts he brings
To all his feed, proclaim.

5 What, though in mortal life they mourn?
What, though by death they fall?
Jefus, in one triumphant day,
Transforms and crowns them all!
6 Praife to his rich tranfcending grace,
Ev'n by our fall we rife!

And gain for earthly Eden loft
A heavenly paradife!

Dymn CCXCII.

WITH

MASON, altered.

Common Metre.

Compaffion of Christ.

ITH joy we meditate the grace
Of our High Priest above;

His heart is full of tenderness,
Of pity and of love.