And charity our lineage prove,. A Hymn IX. Long Metre. A Vision of the Lamb. LL mortal vanities, be gone; SCOTT. [X] Nor tempt my eyes, nor tire my ears; Behold, before th' eternal throne, A vifion of the Lamb appears! 2 Glory his fleecy robe adorns, Mark'd with the bloody death he bore; 6 Thou haft redeem'd our fouls from hell, And wretches who did once rebel, 7 Worthy forever is the Lord, WATTS Hymn X. LL A ye Common Metre. [*] The Marriage of the Lamb. who faithful fervants are Of our Almighty King, Both high and low, and fmall and great, 2 Let us rejoice and render thanks 3 His bride herself has ready made, 4 How happy then is every one, ΤΑΤΣ. Dymn XI. Particular Metre. [0] A Submiffion to the Divine Will. LMIGHTY King of heaven above, With reverence and religious fear, 2 Thy Lovereign fiat form'd us firft; "Tis thine undoubted right to give 3 All things are under thy control, 4 In heaven above, thy will is done, 5 Lord, may we join the heav'nly throng, "Jehovah's will be done." Hymn XII. Short Metre. [or pl Humble Praife. ALMIGHTY Maker, God, How wond'rous is thy name! Thy glories how diffus'd abroad, Her humble homage pays, 3 In native white and red, The rofe and lily ftand; And free from pride their beauties fpread, To thow thy kilful hand. 4 The lark mounts up on high With unambitious fong, And bears her Maker's praife on high," 5 My foul would rife and fing Fain would my tongue adore my King, 6 But pride, that bufy fin, Spoils all that I perform; 7 Create my foul anew, Or all my worship's vain; 8 In joy then let me fpend The remnant of my days; And to my God my foul afcend, In fweet perfume of praise. WATTS. Hymn XIII. Common Metre. [ or h] A Holy Fortitude. MI a foldier of the cross? A follower of the Lamb? And fhall. I fear to own his caufe, Muft I be carried to the fkies Whilft others fought to win the prize, 3 Are there no foes for me to face? Is this vile world a friend to grace, 4 Sure I muft fight, if I would reign I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, 5 Thy faints, in all this glorious war, 6 When that illuftrious day fhall rife, In robes of vict'ry through the skies, The glory fhall be thine. WATTS. Hymn XIV. Long Metre. [ or b] Chrift our Example. ND is the gofpel peace and love? The ferpent blended with the dove, 2 Whene'er the angry paffions rise, And tempt our thoughts or tongues to ftrife 3 O how benevolent and kind! Shone through his life divinely bright. |