6 Then, when the work is done,

The work of faith with power,
Receive thy favour'd son,

In death's triumphant hour,
Like Moses to thyself convey,

And kiss my raptured soul away. 521 Oakham-p.297.] 15th P. M. 119,11 9. AT

WAY with our fears ! the glad morning

appears, When an heir of salvation was born! From Jehovah I came, for his glory I am,

And to him I with singing return. 2 Thee, Jesus, alone, the fountain I own,

Of my life and felicity here : And cheerfully sing my Redeemer and King,

Till his sign in the heavens appear. 3 With thanks I rejoice in thy fatherly choice

Of my state and condition below : If of parents I came who honour'd thy name,

'Twas thy wisdom appointed it so. 4 I sing of thy grace, from my earliest days,

Ever near to allure and defend ; Hitherto hast thou been my Preserver from sin,

And I trust thou wilt save to the end. 5 O the infinite cares, and temptations, and

snares, Thy hand hath conducted me through! O the blessings bestow'd by a bountiful God,

And the mercies eternally new ! 6 What a mercy is this; what a heaven of bliss;

How unspeakably happy am I! Gather'd into thy fold, with thy people enrolld,

With thy people to live and to die !


9 O the goodness of God, in employing a clod,

His tribute of glory to raise ; His standard to bear, and with triumph declare

His unspeakable riches of grace! 8 0 the fathomless love that has deign’d to

approve, And prosper the work of my hands ! With my pastoral crook, I went over the brook,

And behold, I am spread into bands ! 9 Who, I ask in amaze, hath begotten me these?

And inquire from what quarter they came; My full heart it replies, They are born from the

skies, And gives glory to God and the Lamb. 10 All honour and praise to the Father of grace,

To the Spirit and Son, I return!
The business pursue he hath made me to do,

And rejoice that I ever was born.
11 In a rapture of joy my life I employ,

The God of my life to proclaim;. 'Tis worth living for this, to administer bliss

And salvation in Jesus's name. 12 My remnant of days I spend in his praise,

Who died the whole world to redeem : Be they many or few, my days are his due,

And they all are devoted to him.




522 Braintree-p. 29.] C. M. HE Lord of sabbath let us praise,

In concert with the bless'd, Who, joyful in harmonious lays,

Employ an endless rest.
2 Thus, Lord, while we remember thee,

We bless'd and pious grow;
By hymns of praise we learn to be

Triumphant here below.
3 On this glad day a brighter scene

Of glory was display'd,
By God th' eternal Word, than when

This universe was made.
4 He rises, who mankind has bought

With grief and pain extreme: 'Twas great to speak the world from naught;

'Twas greater to redeem. 5 Alone the dreadful race he ran,

Alone the wine-press trod; He dies and suffers as a man,

He rises as a God.
6 The Sun of righteousness appears,

To set in blood no more ;
Adore the Scatterer of your fears,

Your rising Sun adore. 523 Arnold-p. 98.]

L. M.
UR Lord is risen from the dead;


The powers of hell are aptive led,

Dragg’d to the portals of the sky;

There his triumphal chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay; Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates ;

Ye everlasting doors, give way! 2 Loose all your bars of massy light,

And wide unfold th' ethereal scene; He claims these mansions as his right;

Receive the King of glory in ! Who is the King of glory? Who?

The Lord that all our foes o'ercame; The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew;

And Jesus is the Conq’ror's name. 3 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay; Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates ;

Ye everlasting doors, give way! Who is the King of glory? Who?

The Lord, of glorious power possess'd; The King of saints and angels too,

God over all, for ever bless'd ! 524 Nahant-p. 110.]

L. M. Hedies! the Friend of sinners dies !

Lo! Salem's daughters weep around; A solemn darkness veils the skies,

A sudden trembling shakes the ground: Come, saints, and drop a tear or two

For Him who groan'd beneath your load : He shed a thousand drops for you,

A thousand drops of richer blood. 2 Here's love and grief beyond degree,

The Lord of glory dies for man! But lo! what sudden joys we see:

Jesus, the dead, revives again! The rising God forsakes the tomb;

(In vain the tomb forbids his rise ;)

Cherubic legions guard him home,

And shout him welcome to the skies! 3 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell

How high your great Deliv’rer reigns ; Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,

And led the monster death in chains ! Say, “ Live for ever, wondrous King !

Born to redeem, and strong to save !" Then ask the monster, “ Where's thy sting ?".

And, “Where's thy victory, boasting grave?" 525 Rothwell—p. 109.]

L. M.
E faithful souls, who Jesus know,

ye , Superior to the joys below,

His resurrection's power declare. 2 Your faith by holy tempers prove :

By actions show your sins forgiven! And seek the glorious things above,

And follow Christ, your Head, to heaven. 3 There your exalted Saviour see,

Seated at God's right hand again, In all his Father's majesty,

In everlasting pomp, to reign. 4 To him continually aspire,

Contending for your native place : And emulate

the angel choir, And only live to love and praise. 5 For who by faith your Lord receive,

Ye nothing seek or want beside ; Dead to the world and sin ye live ;

Your creature-love is crucified. 6 Your real life, with Christ conceald,

Deep in the Father's bosom lies ; And, glorious as your Head reveal'd,

Ye soon shall meet him in the skies.

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