2 Let thofe refufe to fing, He will fend down his heavenly powers, 4 There, we fhall fee his face, There, from the rivers of his grace, 5 Yes, and before we rife 6 Then let our fongs abound, We're marching through Emanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high. WATTS. Hymn XLVIII. Common Metre. [*] CO Christ the King of Saints. OME, ye that love the Saviour's name, The Sovereign of your heart proclaim, 2 Behold your King, your Saviour, crown'd And tell the wond'ring nations round, 3 Infinite power and boundless love In him unite their rays; D You that his heavenly influence prove, We long to love as angels do, 5 And fhall we long and wifh in vain ? 6 O happy period! glorious day! When heaven and earth fhall raife, With all their powers, the raptur'd lay, To celebrate thy praise. Mrs. STEELE, Hymn XLIX. Common Metre. [*] D The happy End of the Chriflian Course. Why do my minutes move fo flow, Nor my falvation come? 2 With heav'nly weapons I have fought Finish'd my courfe, and kept the faith, 3 God has laid up in heav'n for me, The righteous Judge, at that great day, 4 Nor hath the King of grace decreed But all who hope and long to see 5 Jefus, the Lord, fhall guard me fafe And to his heavenly kingdom keep 6 God is my everlasting aid, Hymn L. D WATTS, altered. Long Metre. Chrift the Physician of the Soul. [b] EEP are the wounds which fin has made; In vain, alas, is Nature's aid, The work exceeds her utmost power. To ease the pain, and heal the wound, 4 Yes, there's a great Physician near; MIS. STAPLE Hymn LI. Long Metre. The Sight of Chrift in Heaven. [* or b] DESCEND, ye hofts of angels bright, And bear us on your guardian wings, Of our Almighty Father's throne! 4 Adoring faints around him ftand, And heav'nly powers before him fall; The God fhines gracious through the man, And sheds bright glories on them all. 5 What joys unfpeakable they feel! Whilft to their golden harps they sing; And echo from each heav'nly hill, The glorious triumphs of their King. 6 O may the happy day draw nigh, When we fhall rife to realms above; To join the mufic of the fky, And celebrate redeeming love. WATTS, altered. Pymn LII. Common Metre. [* or b] DB Ardent Love to Chrift. O not I love thee, O my Lord? And turn each worthlefs idol cut, 2 Is not thy name melodious still To my enraptur'd ear? 3 Doth not my pulfe with pleasure beat, Haft thou a lamb in all thy flock I would difdain to feed? And challenge the cold hand of death 6 Thou know'ft I love thee, O my Lord; Above the sphere of mortal joys, Hymn LI. Long Metre. Chriftian Privileges and Obligations. DODDRIDGE. [X or ] OST thou my worthlefs name record, Am I a finner, call'd to fhare The precious privileges there? 2 Art thou my King, my Father styl'd? 3 |