Soon our Saviour will return

Triumphant in the Skies : Yet a Season, and you know

Happy Entrance will be giv'n, All our Sorrows left below,

And Earth exchang'd for Heav'n.

Η Υ Μ Ν IV.
A Dialogue between Men and Women.
Men.

LO
we are journeying to our God,

Bid, by the Spirit Come,
Wom. And in the Way his Children trod,

We seek our Father's Home. We walk a narrow Path and rough,

And we are tir'd and weak; Yet foon fall we bave Reft enough,

In these bleft Courts we feek.
Farewel, false, treacherous World, farewel,

To better Worlds we go ;
We travel with our God to dwell,

To cease from Toil below.
Our Saviour calls us ; there is room

and we believe ;
We come, Lord Jesus, lo! we come,
Thy promis'd Kingdom give.

H Y M N V.

Holy Strife in praising Chrift. RISE, Oye Seed of David, rise, Daughters of Zion, fing;

Z 2011

For us,

Up, Sons of Jacob, Jesus praise,

Salute the auspicious King.
Our Souls arise, and may our Tongue

Be tun'd to praise the Lamb !
So ready be our ransom'd Throng

To magnify his Name.
Why stay we then? the Lord extol,

Zion, break forth in Praise
Join ev'ry heav'nly-minded Soul,

In pure seraphic Lays.'
Open ye everlasting Doors,

Divide ye Gates of Bliss,
We with Dominions, Thrones, and Pow'rs,

Praise Christ our Righteousness.

OOR Sinner, come, cast off thy Feary,

And raise thy drooping Head, Come fing with all poor Sinners here,

Jesus, who once was Dead.
Salvation fing; no Word more meet,

To join to Jesu's Name :
Let every thankful Tongue repeat

Salvations to the Lamb.

Saints, from the Garden to the Cross,

Your Conqu’ring Lord pursue, Who, dearly, to redeem your Souls,

Groan'd, bled, and dy'd for you :

Now

Now reigns victorious over Death,

The glorious, great, I Am,
Let every Soul repeat with Faith,

Salvation to the Lamb.

When we ineurr'd the Wrath of God,

(Alas! what could we worse)
He came, and with his own Heart's Blood

Redeem'd us from the Curse :
This paschal Lamb, our heav'nly Meat,

Was roasted in the Flame,
Repeat, ye ransom'd Souls, repeat,

Salvation to the Lamb.

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H Y M N. VII.

Meeting of Christian Friends.
OW with joint Consent we fing

Glory to our God and King,
We our Hearts and Voices raise,
Sweetly finging Jesu's Praise :
Jesus, we are bound to bless,
King of Salem, Prince of Peace,
First begotten, from the Dead,
Chrift, our sov’reign Lord and Head.
Now we see each others Face,
Gladly we unite in Praise,
While we taste our Saviour's Love)
Doubts and Fears, and Cares remove;
Let us walk with God below,
In his Likeness daily grow.
'Till our joyful Spirits rise,
To behold him in the Skies.-

HYMN

H Y M N VIII.
Adding to the Churche

M E N.
AIL! fellow Strangers, here' below,

,
Welcome with us, to hold the Plough,

And fhare in our Reward,
May God our Saviour ; worship'd here,

Prepare your Place in Heav'n,
Soon make you in the Land appear,

From whence you now are driv'n.

HADisciples of the Lord,

WOMEN.
And may your Souls, in Christ renew'd,

Find him a faithful Friend :
May he remember you for good,

And Love you to the End.
May you in Heav'n obtain a Seat,

At our Redeemer's Feast,
Where all the Saints our Souls shall meet

In everlasting Reft.

ALL.
AMEN! thou ever-living God,

Hasten the Season near,
When we, in Garments wash'd in Blood,

Shall in thy Supper share.

Reveal thy Kingdom, let the Day

Of our Redemption come, And call our waiting Souls away To our eternal Home..

H Y MN

Η Υ Μ Ν

COM

TOME my Brethren, Israel's Race,

And hear me bless my King, Hear me my beloved Praise,

My Jesus do I Sing ; Neither hear my Song alone,

But help! O help me to proclaim, Jesus our Creator's Son,

Jesus ! that lovely Name. Others fing their Time away,

Who Jesus never knew; Ought not we to pass our Day

In Joy and Singing too? Others, have they cause to bless ?

The Children of the King have more ; They have Chrift, their Righteousness !

Their Glory, Peace and Pow'r.
Bow thy Throne, thou Son of God !

And with a living Coal
From the Altar, ftain'd with Blood,

Inspire each drowsy Soul.
Slaughter'd Lamb, who, who can fhew,

Or fully who can sing thy Praise ?
Lord, we fail in Hymns below,

Téach ! teach us heav'nly Lays.

ESUS, thy Name is sweet to me,
For Worlds I wou'd not part from Thee,

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