Thee the Angels ceaseless fing,
Thee we praife, our Prieft, our King?
Worthy is thy Name of Praise,
Full of Glory, full of Grace.
Thou haft the glad Tidings brought
Of Salvation by thee wrought;
Wrought for all thy Church! and we
Worship in their Company.
We, thy little Flock adore!
Thee, the Lord for evermore!
Ever with us, fhew thy Love,
Till we join with those above!
For the Propagation of the Gofpel,
OME, divine Immanuel, come, Take Poffeffion of thy Home, Now thy Mercy's Wings expand, Stretch throughout the happy Land.
Carry on thy Victory,
Spread thy Rule from Sea to Sea,
Re-convert the ranfom'd Race,
Save us, fave us, Lord by Grace.
O that ev'ry Soul might be
Suddenly fubdu'd to thee!
O that all in thee might know
Everlasting Life below!
Now thy Mercy's Wings expand,
Stretch throughout the happy Land;
Take Poffeffion of thy Home,
Come, divine Immanuel, come!
Rejoicing in Hope.
HILDREN of the heav'nly King, As ye Journey fweetly fing; Sing your Saviour's worthy Praise, Glorious in his Works and Ways!
We are trav'ling Home to God,
In the Way the Fathers trod;
They are happy now, and we
Soon their Happiness shall fee.
O, ye banish'd Seed be glad!
Chrift our Advocate is made!
Us to fave, our Flesh affumes,
Brother to our Souls becomes.
Shout, ye little Flock and bleft,
You on Jefu's Throne fhall reft:
There your Seat is now prepar'd,
There your Kingdom and Reward,
Fear not, Brethren, joyful stand
On the Borders of your Land:
Jefus Chrift, your Father's Son,
Bids you undifmay'd go on.
Lord, obediently we go,
Gladly leaving all below;
Only thou our Leader be,
And we ftill will follow thee,
Breathing after Holiness.
OVE divine, all Love excelling,
Joy of Heav'n to Earth come down!
Fix in us thy humble Dwelling,
All thy Faithful Mercies crown;
Jefus thou art all Compaffion,
Pure unbounded Love thou art,
Vifit us with thy Salvation,
Enter ev'ry trembling Heart!
Breathe! O breathe thy loving Spirit,
Into ev'ry troubled Breaft!
Let us all in thee inherit,
Let us find thy promis'd Reft:
Take away the Pow'r of Sinning,
Alpha and Omega be,
End of Faith, as its Beginning,
Set our Hearts at Liberty.
Come! Almighty to deliver,
Let us all thy Life reeeive!
Suddenly return, and never
Never more thy Temples leave!
Thee we would be always Bleffing,
Serve thee as thy Hofts above,
Pray, and Praife thee without ceafing,
Glory in thy precious Love.
Finish then thy new Creation,
Pure, unfpotted may we be,
Let us fee thy great Salvation,
Perfectly reftor❜d by thee!
Change from Glory into Glory,
'Till in Heav'n we take our Place,
"Till we caft our Crowns before thee,
Loft in Wonder, Love and Praise.
The Chriftian Soldier.
SOLDIERS of Chrift, arife,
And put your Armour on,
Strong in the Strength which God fupplies,
Through his eternal Son;
Strong in the Lord of Hofts,
And in his mighty Power,
Who in the Strength of Jefus trufts
Is more than Conqueror.
Stand then in his great Might,
With all his Strength endu'd,
And take, to arm you for the Fight,
The Panoply of God;
That having all Things done,
And all your Conflicts paft,
You may o'ercome thro' Chrift alone,
And ftand entire at last.
Jefus hath dy'd for you!
What can his Love withstand? Believe, hold faft your Shield, and who Shall pluck you from his Hand? Believe that Jefus reigns,
All Pow'r to him is giv'n;
Believe, till freed from Nature's Chains,
You're call'd from hence to Heav'n.
Your Rock can never shake;
Hither, he faith, come up!
The Helmet of Salvation take,
The Confidence of Hope;
Hope for his perfect Love,
Hope for his promis'd Reft,
Hope to fit down with Chrift above,
And fhare the Marriage Feast.
In Fellowship; alone
To God with Faith draw near,
Approach his Courts, befiege his Throne,
With all the Pow'r of Prayer;
Go to his Temple, go,
Nor from his Altar move;
Let every House his Worship know,
And every Heart his Love.
From Strength to Strength go on,
Wrestle, and fight, and pray,
Tread all the Pow'rs of Darkness down,
And win the well-fought Day:
Still let the Spirit cry
In all his Soldiers, "Come,"
'Till Chrift the Lord defcends from high, And takes the Conqu'rors Home.
HYMN XXXVIII.
Panting after GOD.
HOU hidden Love of God whofe Height,
Whose Depth unfathom'd no Man knows,
I fee from far thy beauteous Light,
Inly I figh for thy Repose:
My Heart is pain'd, nor can it be
At Reft, till it finds Reft in Thee.
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