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Nations that fat in death's cold shade, Are blefs'd with beams divinely bright. 2 The virgin's promis'd Son is born; Behold th' expected Child appear! What shall his names or titles be? "The WONDERFUL, the COUNSELLOR !" 3 [This Infant is the mighty God, Come to be fuckled and ador'd ; Th' eternal Father, Prince of Peace, The Son of David, and his Lord.] 4 The government of earth and feas Upon his fhoulders fhall be laid ; His wide dominions fhall increase, And honours to his name be paid. 5 Jefus, the holy Child, fhall fit High on his father David's throne ; Shall crush his foes beneath his feet, And reign to ages yet unknown.


Long Metre.

The triumph of faith; or, Chrift's unchangeable love.



Rom. viii. 33, &c.

HO fhall the Lord's elect condemn ?
'Tis God that juftifies their fouls,

And mercy, like a mighty ftream,
O'er all their fins divinely rolls.

2 Who fhall adjudge the faints to hell?
'Tis Chrift that fuffer'd in their ftead;
And, the falvation to fulfil,

Behold him rifing from the dead !~ 3 He lives! he lives! and fits above, Forever interceding there!

Who fhall divide us from his love,
Or what should tempt us to defpair?

4 Shall perfecution, or distress,

Famine, or fword, or nakedness ?

He that hath lov'd us bears us through,
And makes us more than conqu❜rors too.
5 Faith hath an overcoming pow'r;
It triumphs in the dying hour:
Chrift is our life, our joy, our hope,
Nor can we fink with fuch a prop.
6 Not all that men on earth can do,
Nor pow'rs on high, nor pow'rs below,
Shall caufe his mercy to remove,

Or wean our hearts from Chrift our love.

HYMN XV. Long Metre.

Our own weakness, and Christ our strength. 2 Cor.


xii. 7, 9, 10.

ET me but hear

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my Saviour fay,

Strength fhall be equal to the day,"
Then I'll rejoice in deep distress,
Leaning on all-fufficient grace.

2 I glory in infirmity,

That Chrift's own pow'r may rest on me;
When I am weak, then am I ftrong,
Grace is my fhield, and Christ my song.
3 I can do all things, or can bear
All fuff'rings, if my Lord be there;
Sweet pleasures mingle with the pains,
While his left hand my head fuftains.
4 But if the Lord be once withdrawn,
And we attempt the work alone,
When new temptations fpring and rife,
We find how great our weakness is.

5 So Samfon, when his hair was loft,
Met the Philiftines to his coft;

Shook his vain limbs with fad furprise,
Made feeble fight, and loft his eyes.

HYMN XVI. Common Metre.

Hofanna to Chrift. Matt. xxi. 9. Luke xix. 38, 40. OSANNA to the royal Son

'H Of David's ancient line!

His natures two, his person one,
Mysterious and divine.

2 The Root of David here, we find,
And Offspring is the fame;
Eternity and time are join'd
In our Immanuel's name.

3 Blefs'd he that comes to wretched men
With peaceful news from heav'n!
Hofannas of the highest ftrain

To Chrift the Lord be giv'n!

4 Let mortals ne'er refufe to take


Th' hofanna on their tongues,

Left rocks and ftones fhould rife, and break
Their filence into fongs.


Common Metre.

Victory over death. 1 Cor. xv. 55, &c.
FOR an overcoming faith
To cheer my dying hours,

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To triumph o'er the monfter, death,
And all his frightful pow'rs.

2 Joyful, with all the ftrength I have,
My quiv'ring lips fhould fing,
"Where is thy boafted vict'ry, grave?
"And where the monster's fting?"

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If fin be pardon'd, I'm fecure;

Death hath no fting befide:

The law gives fin its damning pow'r ;
But Chrift, my ranfom, dy'd.

4 Now to the God of victory

Immortal thanks be paid,

Who makes us conqu'rors, while we die
Through Chrift our living head.


Common Metre.

Bleffed are the dead that die in the Lord. Rev. xiv. 13. I EAR what the voice from heav'n proclaims For all the pious dead;


Sweet is the favour of their names,
And foft their fleeping bed.

2 They die in Jefus, and are bless'd;
How kind their flumbers are!
From fuff'rings and from fins releas'd,
And freed from ev'ry fnare.


Far from this world of toil and ftrife,
They're prefent with the Lord;

The labours of their mortal life

End in a large reward.


Common Metre.

The Song of Simeon; or, death made defirable. Luke ii. 27, &c.


ORD, at thy temple we appear,
As happy Simeon came,

And hope to meet our Saviour here;
O make our joys the fame!

2 With what divine and vaft delight
The good old man was fill'd,
When fondly in his wither'd arms
He clafp'd the holy Child!


"Now I can leave this world," he cry'd ;

"Behold thy fervant dies;

"I've feen thy great falvation, Lord,
"And clofe my peaceful eyes.
"This is the Light prepar'd to shine
Upon the Gentile lands;
"Thine Ifrael's glory, and their hope,
"To break their flavish bands."

5 [Jefus the vision of thy face
Hath overpow'ring charms!

Scarce fhall I feel death's cold embrace,
If Chrift be in my arms.

6 Then, while ye hear my heart-ftrings break,
How fweet my minutes roll!

A mortal paleness on my cheek,
And glory in my foul.]

HYMN XX. Common Metre.

Spiritual apparel; namely, the robe of righteousness, and garments of falvation. Ifa. Ixi. 10.

I WAKE, my heart, arise, my tongue,


A Prepare a tuneful voice;

In God, the life of all my joys,
Aloud will I rejoice.

2 'Tis he adorn'd my naked foul,
And made falvation mine;

Upon a poor polluted worm.
He makes his graces fhine.

3 And left the fhadow of a fpot
Should on my foul be found,

He took the robe the Saviour wrought
And caft it all around.

4 How far the heav'nly robe exceeds
What earthly princes wear!

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