German Hymn.] HYMN 71. 7s. [Gibbons. ANGELS! roll the rock away: Death! yield up the mighty prey: See, he rises from the tomb, 2. 'Tis the Saviour! angels, raise 3. Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes! 4. Praise him, all ye heav'nly choirs! Immortality.] COULD our thoughts and wishes fly 2. There, joys unseen by mortal eyes In ever blooming prospects rise, 3. Lord, send a beam of light divine, With one reviving touch of thine, 4. Then shall, on faith's sublimest wing, To those bright scenes, where pleasures spring, Immortal in the skies. Remembrance.] HYMN 73. C. M. [Toplady. IS sweet to live in lively hope, Angels shall hover round my bed, 2. There shall my disembodied soul And grieve and sin no more 3. Shall see him wear that very flesh 4. Soon, too, my slumb'ring dust shall hear [5. These eyes shall see him in that day-- And all my rising bones shall say, 6. If such the views which grace unfolds, What raptures must the church above 7. O may the unction of these truths Till, from her sinful cage dismiss'd, Reading.] Y HYMN 74. C. M. E fleeting charms of earth, farewell! My soul now seeks another home A brighter world on high. [Anon. 2. Farewell, ye friends, whose tender care Has long engag'd my love; Your fond embrace I now exchange For better friends above. 3. Cheerful I leave this vale of tears, 4. No more shall sin disturb my breast 5. Fly, then, ye interposing days- Weymouth.] HYMN 75. H. M. [Frans. N sweet exalted strains The King of Glory praise; 2. To earth he bends his throne, 3. Great King of Glory, come, This temple as thy dome- This people as thy own: Beneath this roof, O deign to show, 4. Here may thine ears attend 5. Here may th' attentive throng, And willing crowds surround thy board, 6. Here may our unborn sons Truro.] HYMN 76. L. M. ETERNAL source of ev'ry joy! [Rippon. Well may thy praise our lips employ, 2. Wide as the wheels of nature roll, Thy hand supports and guards the whole : The sun is taught by thee to rise, And darkness when to veil the skies. 3. The flow'ry spring, at thy command, 4. Thy hand, in autumn, richly pours Through all our coasts redundant stores; And winters, soften'd by thy care, No more the face of horror wear. 5. Seasons and months, and weeks and days, Demand successive songs of praise; And be the grateful homage paid, With morning light and ev'ning shade. |