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Take to thee the royal power,
Hymn 293. C. M. And it brought forth wild grapes. Isa. v. 2. 2 THE crowd, the poor unthinking crowd,
Refuse thy haud to see;
They will not turn to thee.
They all ihy signs despise ; Harden their hearts yet more, and mock
The anger of the skies.
In wickedness excel,
And sport and dance to hell.
Their pleasures they require,
Hymn 294. C. M.
THOU eternal, righteous Lord,
The men that tremble at thy word,
And see the coming snare.
2 Our land if yet again thou shake,
Or utterly break down;
And strongly save thy own.
To swallow up its prey; Jesus, thy faithful people hide
In that vindictive day. 4 Firm in the universal shock,
We shall not then remove: Safe in the cleft of Israel's roek,
Our Lord's redeeming love:
ON DEATH. And as it is appointed unto men once to die, but
after this the judgment. Heb. ix. 27. Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord
from henceforth. Rev. xiv. 13.
Hymn 295. C. M. The small and the great are there. Job ii. 19. 1 ARK! from the tombs a doleful sound;
My ears, attend the cry; “ Ye living men, come view the ground
“ Where you must shortly lie. 2“ Princes, this clay must be your bed,
“ In spite of all your towers : “The tall, the wise, the reverend bead;
«Shall lie as low as ours."
3 Great God! is this our certain doom?
And are we still seeure ?
And yet prepare no more? 4 Grant us the power of quick'ning grace,
To fit our souls to fy:
We'll rise above the sky.
Hymn 296. C. M.
I wait till my change come. Job xiv. 14. ILORD, when we see a saint of thine
Smiling, and pleas'd in death:
2 How could we e'en contented lay
Our limbs upon that bed! We ask thipe envoy to convey
Our spirits in his stead.
3 Our souls are rising on the wing,
Would venture in his place :
He has a pleasing face.
And leave this lifeless clay; Without a sigh, without a groan,
And sing and soar away,
297. P. M. The holy city, neio Jerusalem. Rev. xxi. 1 A
We soon shall recover our home; The city of saints shall appear,
The day of eternity come:
Ard mount to our native abode,
The palace of angels and God. 2. Our mourning is all at an end.
When rais'd by the life-giving word,
Adorn'd as a bride for her Lord :
No sorrow can breathe in the air,
No shadow.of evil is there! 3 By faith we already behold
That lovely Jerusalem near;
As crystal her buildings are clear:.
She stands as she ever hath stood :
And shines with the glory of God. 4 No need of the son in that day,
Which never is follow'd by night, Where Jesus his beauties display,
A pure and a permanent light.
The Lamb is their light and their sun,
And lo! by reflection they shine; With Jesus ineffably one,
And bright in effulgence divine. 5 The saints in his presence receive
Their great and eternal reward: In Jesus in heaven they live;
They reign in the smiles of their Lord. The flame of angelical love
Is kindled at Jesus's face:
Hymn 298." P. M.
Givest us the victory :
Thou hast glorified thy Son ;
He for us the fight hath won. 2 Lo, tbe pris'ner is releas'd,
Lightend of his fleshy load;
He is gather'd unto God.
All bis warfare now is o'er :
Grief and suff'riogs are no more,