5. One distant glimpse my eager passion fires! Jesus! to thee my longing soul aspires! When shall I at my heavenly home arriveWhen leave this earth, and when begin to live? For here my Saviour is all bright and glorious, O'er sin, and death, and hell, he reigns victorious.

Cambridge.] HYMN 33. L. M. [Watts' Lyr.

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ATHER, how wide thy glory shines!
How high thy wonders rise!

Known through the earth by thousand signs,
By thousand thro' the skies.

2. Those mighty orbs proclaim thy pow'r,
Those motions speak thy skill;
And on the wings of ev'ry hour,
We read thy patience still.

3. But when we view thy great design
To save rebellious worms,

Where vengeance and compassion join
In their divinest forms:

4. Here the whole Deity is known ;
Nor dares a creature guess
Which of the glories brightest shone,
The justice, or the grace.

5. Now the full glories of the Lamb
Adorn the heav'nly plains;

Bright seraphs learn Immanuel's name,
And try their choicest strains.

6. O may I bear some humble part
In that Immortal song!

Wonder and joy shall tune my heart,
And love command my tongue.

Dialogue Hymn.] HYMN 34. 8s. & 6s. [Anon.

TELL US

women, we would know,

Whither so fast ye move?

[Women]-We, call'd to leave this world below, Are seeking one above.

2. Whence came ye? say, and what the place
That ye are travelling from?
[Women]--From tribulation, we, through grace,
Are now returning home.

3. Is not your native country here?
Like you not this abode ?
[Women]--We seek a better country far;
A city built by God.

4. Thither we travel, nor intend
Short of that bliss to rest.

[Women]--Nor we, till in the sinner's Friend

Our weary souls are bless'd.

5. [Chorus]-Friends of the Bridegroom we shall

Saviour, we ask no more.

Hail, Lamb of God, for sinners slain!

Whom heaven and earth adore.

[reign;

Dying Christ'n.] HYMN 35. 7s. & 3s. [Pope.

ITAL spark of heav'nly flame!

Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying,
O the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life.

2. Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit, come away !

What is this absorbs me quite,
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?—
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?

3. The world recedes; it disappears! Heav'n opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring:

Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
O grave, where is thy victory?

O death, where is thy sting?

p. 188.]

ANTHEM 36.

[From Ps. 66 & 134.

PRAISE the Lord with one consent,
And magnify his name:

Let all the servants of the Lord,

His worthy praise proclaim.

O be joyful in God, all ye lands, Make his praise glorious.

Norfolk.]

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HYMN 37. L. M.

[Watts.

E dies!-the Friend of sinners dies!
Lo! Salem's daughters weep around!
A solemn darkness veils the skies!
A sudden trembling shakes the ground.

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2. Come, saints, and drop a tear or two.
For him who groan'd beneath your load:
He shed a thousand drops for you—
A thousand drops of richer blood.

3. Here's love and grief beyond degree-
The Lord of glory dies for men !
But lo! what sudden joys we see!
Jesus, the dead, revives again!

4. The rising God forsakes the tomb!
Up to his Father's court he flies!
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies!

5. Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high our great Deliv❜rer reigns;
Sing, how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,
And led the tyrant, death, in chains.

6. Say, "Live for ever glorious King,
Born to redeem, and strong to save!"
Then ask-" O death, where is thy sting?
And where thy vict'ry, boasting grave !"

Sabbath.]

HYMN 38. 10s.

[Anon

Jehovah blest

GAIN the day returns of holy rest,

When like his own, he bade our labors cease,
And all be piety and all be peace.

2. Let us devote this consecrated day,
To learn his will, and all we learn obey:
So shall he hear when fervently we raise
Our supplications aud our songs of pra

3. Father of heav'n, in whom our hopes confide, Whose pow'r defends us, and whose precepts guide; In life our Guardian, and in death our Friend; Glory supreme be thine till time shall end.

I will arise.]

ANTHEM 39. [Luke xv. 18.

WILL arise, and go to my Father,
And will say unto him, Father,

I have sinned against heaven and before thee,
And am no more worthy to be called thy son.
I will arise, and go to my Father.

Psalm 88th.]

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HYMN 40. L. M. [Dwight.

HILE life prolongs its precious light, Mercy is found, and peace is giv'n; But soon, ah soon! approaching night Shall blot out ev'ry hope of heav'n.

2. While God invites, how bless'd the day! How sweet the gospel's charming sound! "Come, sinners, haste, O haste away, While yet a pard'ning God is found."

3.

Soon, borne on time's most rapid wing, Shall death command you to the grave; Before his bar your spirits bring,

And none be found to hear or save."

4. "In that lone land of deep despair,
No sabbath's heav'nly light shall rise;
No God regard your bitter pray'r,
Nor Saviour call you to the skies."

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