And charity our lineage prove,.
Deriv'd from thee, O God of love?
Long Metre.
A Vision of the Lamb.
LL mortal vanities, be gone;
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;
Seven are his eyes, and feven his horns,
To fpeak his wifdom and his power.
3 Lo! he receives a fealed book
From him that fits upon the throne!
Jefus, my Lord, prevails to look.
On dark decrees and things unknown.
4 All the affembling faints around
Fall worshipping before the Lamb;
And in new fongs of gofpel found,
Addrefs their honours to his name.
5 Our voices join the heavenly ftrain,
And with tranfporting pleasure fing,
Worthy the Lamb that once was flain,
To be our Saviour and our King.
6 Thou haft redeem'd our fouls from hell,
With thine ineftimable blood;
And wretches who did once rebel,
Are now made fervants of their God.
7 Worthy forever is the Lord,
Who dy'd for treasons not his own;
By every tongue to be ador'd,
And reign upon his Father's throne.
Common Metre. [*]
The Marriage of the Lamb.
who faithful fervants are Of our Almighty King,
Both high and low, and fmall and great,
His praise devoutly fing.
2 Let us rejoice and render thanks
To his moft holy name;
Rejoice, rejoice, for now is come
The marriage of the Lamb.
3 His bride herself has ready made,
How pure and white her drefs!
This is the faint's integrity,
And spotlefs holincfs.
4 How happy then is every one,
Who to the marriage feaft,
And holy fupper of the Lamb,
Is call'd, a welcome gueft.
Dymn XI. Particular Metre. [0]
Submiffion to the Divine Will.
LMIGHTY King of heaven above,
Eternal fource of truth and love,
And Lord of all below,
With reverence and religious fear,
Permit thy fuppliants to draw near,
And at thy feet to bow.
2 Thy Lovereign fiat form'd us firft;
Thy breath can blow us back to duft,
Frail, finful, mortal clay;
"Tis thine undoubted right to give
Thofe earthly bleifings we receive i
And thine to take away.
3 All things are under thy control,
Eternal wifdom rules the whole,
Educing good from ill;
Submiflive therefore we refign,
Our wills are fwallow'd up in thine,
In thy most holy will.
4 In heaven above, thy will is done,
There, angels wait around thy throne,
Thy counfels to obey;
Adoring at thy feet they fall,
Confefs thee, fovereign Lord of all,
And own thy powerful fway.
5 Lord, may we join the heav'nly throng,
May mortals learn th' angelic fong,
Who dwell beneath the fun;
May every tongue thy praife proclaim,
This be the univerfal theme,
"Jehovah's will be done."
Hymn XII. Short Metre. [or pl
ALMIGHTY Maker, God,
How wond'rous is thy name!
Thy glories how diffus'd abroad,
Throughout creation's frame.
2 Nature in every dress
Her humble homage pays,
And finds a thoufand ways t' express
Thy goodnefs and thy praife.
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,"
Upon her artless tongue.
5 My foul would rife and fing
To her Creator too;
Fain would my tongue adore my King,
And pay the worship due.
6 But pride, that bufy fin,
Spoils all that I perform;
Curs'd pride that creeps fecurely in,
And fwells a wretched worm.
Or all my worship's vain;
This finful heart will not be true,
Till it be form'd again.
8 In joy then let me fpend
The remnant of my days;
And to my God my foul afcend,
In fweet perfume of praise.
Hymn XIII. Common Metre. [ or h]
MI a foldier of the cross?
A follower of the Lamb?
And fhall. I fear to own his caufe,
Or blush to speak his name?
Muft I be carried to the fkies
On flowery beds of eafe?
Whilft others fought to win the prize,
And fail'd through bloody feas?
3 Are there no foes for me to face?
Must not I ftem the flood?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?
4 Sure I muft fight, if I would reign
Increase my courage, Lord;
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.
5 Thy faints, in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer though they die;
They view the triumph from afar,
And feize it with their eye.
6 When that illuftrious day fhall rife,
And all thy armies shine
In robes of vict'ry through the skies,
The glory fhall be thine.
Hymn XIV. Long Metre. [ or b]
ND is the gofpel peace and love?
The ferpent blended with the dove,
Wisdom and meek fimplicity.
2 Whene'er the angry paffions rise,
And tempt our thoughts or tongues to ftrife
To Jefus let us lift our eyes,
Bright pattern of the Chriftian life.
3 O how benevolent and kind!
How mild, how ready to forgive!
Be this the temper of our mind,
And these the rules by which we live.
4 To do his heav'nly Father's will,
Was his employment and delight;
Humility and holy zeal
Shone through his life divinely bright.
5 Difpenfing good where'er he came,
The labours of his life were love;
Then, if we bear the Saviour's name,
By his example let us move.
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