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HYMN 71. 7s. [Gibbons.

ANGELS! roll the rock

away:

Death! yield up the mighty prey:

See, he rises from the tomb,
Glowing with immortal bloom!

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2. 'Tis the Saviour! angels, raise
Fame's eternal trump of praise!
Let the earth's remotest bound
Hear the joy-inspiring sound.

3. Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes!
Now to glory see him rise,
In long triumph, up the sky-
Up to waiting worlds on high.

4. Praise him, all ye heav'nly choirs!
Praise, and sweep your golden lyres!
Shout, O earth, in rapt'rous song,
Let the strains be sweet and strong!

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COULD our thoughts and wishes fly
Above these gloomy shades,
To those bright worlds beyond the sky,
Which sorrow ne'er invades !

2. There, joys unseen by mortal eyes
Or reason's feeble ray,

In ever blooming prospects rise,
Unconscious of decay.

3. Lord, send a beam of light divine,
To guide our upward aim!

With one reviving touch of thine,
Our languid hearts inflame.

4. Then shall, on faith's sublimest wing,
Our ardent wishes rise

To those bright scenes, where pleasures spring, Immortal in the skies.

Remembrance.] HYMN 73. C. M. [Toplady.

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IS sweet to live in lively hope,
That when my change shall come,

Angels shall hover round my bed,
And waft my spirit home.

2. There shall my disembodied soul
View Jesus, and adore;
Be with his likeness satisfy'd,

And grieve and sin no more

3. Shall see him wear that very flesh
On which my guilt was lain;
His love intense, his merit fresh,
As though but newly slain.

4. Soon, too, my slumb'ring dust shall hear
The trumpet's quick'ning sound;
And, by my Saviour's pow'r rebuilt,
At his right hand be found.

[5. These eyes shall see him in that day--
The God that dy'd for me;

And all my rising bones shall
Lord, who is like to thee?]

say,

6. If such the views which grace unfolds,
Weak as it is below,

What raptures must the church above
In Jesus' presence know!

7. O may the unction of these truths
For ever with me stay;

Till, from her sinful cage dismiss'd,
My spirit flies away.

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HYMN 74. C. M.

E fleeting charms of earth, farewell!
Your springs of joy are dry;

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,
Where pains and sorrows grow;
Welcome the day that ends my toil,
And ev'ry scene of wo.

4. No more shall sin disturb my breast
My God shall frown no more;
The streams of love divine shall yield
Transports unknown before.

5. Fly, then, ye interposing days-
Lord, send thy summons down;
The hand that strikes me to the dust,
Shall raise me to a crown.

Weymouth.]

HYMN 75. H. M. [Frans.

N sweet exalted strains

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The King of Glory praise;
O'er heav'n and earth he reigns,
Through everlasting days:
He, with a nod, the world controls,
Sustains or sinks the distant poles.

2. To earth he bends his throne,
His throne of grace divine;
Wide is his bounty known,
And wide his glories shine:
Fair Salem, still his chosen rest,
Is with his smiles and presence blest.

3. Great King of Glory, come,
And with thy favor crown

This temple as thy dome-

This people as thy own:

Beneath this roof, O deign to show,
How God can dwell with men below.

4. Here may thine ears attend
Thy people's humble cries,
And grateful praise ascend,
All fragrant, to the skies:
Here may thy word melodious sound,
And spread celestial joys around.

5. Here may th' attentive throng,
Imbibe thy truth and love;
And converts join the song
Of seraphim above;

And willing crowds surround thy board,
With sacred joy, and sweet accord.

6. Here may our unborn sons
And daughters sound thy praise,
And shine like polish'd stones,
Through long succeeding days:
Here, Lord, display thy saving power,
While temples stand, and men adore.

Truro.] HYMN 76. L. M.

ETERNAL source of ev'ry joy!

[Rippon.

Well may thy praise our lips employ,
While in thy temple we appear
To hail the Sov'reign of the year.

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,
Perfumes the air, and paints the land:
The summer rays with vigor shine,
To raise the corn, and cheer the vine.

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.

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