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To dwell whole ages in thy sight,

And feel thy vital rays.
2. This Gabriel knows, and sings thy name

With rapture on his tongue;
Moses, the saint, enjoys the same.

And heav'n repeats the song.
3. While the bright nation sounds thy praise,

From each eternal hill,
Sweet odours of exhaling grace

The happy region fill.
4. Thy love a sea without a shore

Spreads life and joy abroad ;
O'tis a heav'n worth dying for,

To see a smiling God.
5. Sweet was the journey to the sky,

The wond'rous Prophet try'd : 6 Climb up the mount," said God, “and die :">,

The Prophet climb'd and dy'd. 6. Shew me thy face, and I'll away

From all inferior things ;
Speak, Lord, and here I quit my clay,
And stretch my airy wings.

YE mapuching saints; whose streaming tears

Hymn 424. c. M. Comfort for pious parents who have been bereaved of

their children. Isaiah lvi. 4, 5. 1. Ε E

Flow o'er
Say not in transports of depair,

That all your hopes are fled.
2. While cleaving to that darling dust

In fond distress je lie,
Rise and with joy and rev'rence view

A heav'nly parent nigh.
3. Though your young branches torn away,

Like wither'd trunks ye stand,

With fairer verdure shall ye bloom,

Touch'd by th' Almighty's hand. 4." I'll give the mourner," saith the Lord,

"In my own house a place ; “ No names of daughters and of sons

“Could yield so high a grace. 5. « Transient and vain is ev'ry hope

“ A rising race can give : « In endless honour and delight

“ My children all shall live.'' 6. We welcome, Lord, those rising tears,

Thro' which thy face we see, And bless those wounds, which thro' our hearts

Prepare a way for thee.

Hymn 425. P. M.
1. VITAL spark of heavenly flame,

Quit, О quit this mortal frame,
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 spirit, draws my breath,

Tell me, my soul, can this be death? 3. The world recedes, it disappears,

Heaven opens on my eyes, my ears
With sounds seraphic ring,
Lend, lend your wings, I mount, I fly.
O grave, where is thy victory!

death, where is thy sting!


Hymn 426. c. M. i. How

long shall death, the tyrant, reign,

triumph o'er the just; While the rich blood of martyrs slain

Lies mingled with the dust?
2. Lo! I behold the scatter'd shades,

The dawn of heav'n appears ;
The sweet, immortal morning spreads

Its blushes round the spheres. 3. I see the Lord of glory come,

And flaming guards around;
The skies divide to make him room,

The trumpet shakes the ground. 4. I hear the voice, “ Ye dead arise !"

And lo the graves obey:
And waking saints with joyful eyes

Salute th' expected day.
5. They leave the dust, and on the wing

Rise to the midway-air,
In shining garments meet their King,

And bow before him there.
6. O may our humble spirits stand

Among them cloth'd in white !
The meanest place at his right hand

Is infinite delight.

Hymn 427. L. M.
O, I'll repine at death no more,

But with a cheerful voice
To the cold dungeon of the grave

These dying, with'ring limbs of mine. 2. Let worms devour my wasting flesh,

And crumble all my bones to dust,


My God shall raise my

At the revival of the just.
3. Break, sacred morning, thro' the skies,

Bring that delightful, awful day!
Cut short the hours, dear Lord, and come;
Thy ling'ring wheels how long they stay!


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Hymn 428. c. M.
Hope of heaven by the resurrection of Christ.

1 Pet. 1. 3, 4, 5.
1. LESS'D be the everlasting God,

The father of our Lord:
Be his abounding mercy prais'd,

His majesty ador'd.
2. When from the dead he rais'd his son,

And calld him to the sky,
He gave our souls a lively hope

That they should never die.
3. What tho' our many sins require

Our flesh to see the dust,
Yet as the Lord our Saviour rose,

So all his followers must..
4. There's an inheritance divine

Refer'd against that day ; 'Tis uncorrupted, undefild,

And cannot fade away.

Hymn 429, s. M. 1. A -?

ND must

This well-wrought frame decay? And must these active limbs of mine

Lie mould'ring in the clay? 2. Corruption, earth, and worms

Shall but refine this flesh,

'Till thy triumphant Spirit comes

To put it on afresh.
3. God, my Redeemer lives,

And ever from the skies
Looks down, and watches all my dust,

'Till he shall bid it rise.
4. Array'd in glorious grace

Shall these vile bodies shine,
Ind ev'ry shape, and ev'ry face

Be heav'nly and divine.
5. These lively hopes we owe,

Lord, to thy dying love;
O may we bless thy grace below,

And sing thy grace above.
3. Saviour, accept the praise

Of these our humble songs,
"Till tunes of nobler sounds we raise

With our immortal tongues.


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Hymn 430. C. M. 1. ING to the Lord, ye heav'nly hosts,

And thou, O earth, adore :
Let death and hell, thro' all their coasts,

Stand trembling at his pow'r.
%. His sounding chariot shakes the sky,

He makes the clouds his throne ;
There all his stores of lightning lie,

'Till vengeance darts them down.
3. His nostrils breathe out fiery streams,

And from his awful tongue
A sov'reign voice divides the fames,
And thunder roars along.


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