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2 Let thofe refufe to fing,
Who never knew our God;
May speak their joys abroad.
Our Father and our Love ;
To raise our souls above.
And never, never sin ;
Drink endless pleasures in. 5 Yes, and before we rise
To that immortal state,
Should constant joys create. 6 Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry ! We're marching through Emanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high.
WATTS. hymn XLVIII. Common Metre. [X]
Christ the King of Saints.
And joy to make it known ;
And bow before his throne.
With glories all divine ;
How bright these glories shine. 3 Infinite power and boundless love In him unite their rays ;
Can you forbear his praise ?
The glories of our King, We long to love as angels do,
And wish like them to fing. 5 And fhall we long and wish.in vain ?
Lord, teach our songs to rise ; Thy love can animate the strain,
And bid it reach the skies. 6 O happy period ! glorious day !
When heaven and earth shall raise, With all their powers, the raptur'd lay,
To celebrate thy praise. Mrs. STEELE, bymn XLIX. Common Metre. [*]
The bappy End of the Cbriflian Course.
And bear my spirit home ;
'salvation come ?
The battles of the Lord ;
And wait the sure reward.
A crown which cannot fade ;
Shall place it on my head.
This prize for ine alone ;
Th’appearance of his Son.
Frun cvery ill dig!? ;
And to his heavenly kingdom kcep
This feeble foul of mine, 6 God is my everlasting aid,
My portion and my friend;
Watts, altered. þymn L. Long Metre. [b]
Cbrift the Physician of the Soul.
Where shall the finner find a cure ? In vain, alas, is Nature's aid,
The work exceeds her utmost power. 2 Sin, like a raging fever, reigns
With fatal strength in every part ;
up, my fainting foul, and live!
Tis only that dear sacred flood-
[* Or b]
And bear us on your guardian wings, Through regions of celestial light,
Above the reach of earthly things. 2 Beyond this curtain of the sky,
Up where eternal ages roll!
And fruits immortal feast the soul. 3 3. O for a beatific fight Of our Almighty Father's throne ! There fits our Saviour, crown'd with light,
Cloth'd with a body like our own. 4 Adoring faints around him stand,
And heav'nly powers before him fall
And sheds bright glories on them all. $
What joys unspeakable they feel !
The glorious triumphs of their King. 6 O may the happy day draw nigh,
When we shall rise to realms above ;
WATTs, altered. Hymn LII. Common Metre. [X or b]
Ardent Love to Chrift.
Behold my heart and see ;
That dares to rival thee.
$ Is not thy name melodious still
To my enraptur'd ear?
My Saviour's voice to hear ?
I would disdain to feed ?
I fear thy cause to plead ?
With angels round thy throne, To execute thy facred will,
And make thy glory known ?
In honour of thy name?
To damp th’ immortal flame ?
But how I long to soar
And learn to love thee more! DODDRIDGE. bymn LIII. Long Metre. [X or ]
Cbriflian Privileges and Obligations.
Free of thy holy city, Lord ?
many of the human race