2 "Princes, this clay must be your bed, The tall, the wife, the reverend head 3 Great God is this our certain doom? Still walking downward to the tomb, 4 Grant us the power of quick'ning grace, Then, when we drop this dying flesh, We'll rife above the sky. WATTS. Hymn C. Short Metre. [* or b] The Voice of Wisdom. H ARK! it is Wifdom's voice 2 What, though the fpeaks rebukes, 3 "Ye who have wander'd long To arm you with superior strength, He lives who hears this friendly call, Hymn CI. DODDRIDGE. Common Metre. The Saviour's Commiffion. HARK, the glad found! The Saviour Let every heart prepare him room, 2 On him, the Spirit, largely pour'd, 3 4 Wisdom and power, and zeal and love He comes, from thickest films of vice, And on the eye-balls of the blind He comes, the broken heart to heal, And with the treasures of his T'enrich the humble poor. grace 5 He comes, the pris'ners to release, The gates of brafs before him burst; 6 His filver trumpet loud proclaims Our debts are all remitted now; 7 Our glad hofannas, Prince of Peace, DODDRIDGE. Hymn CII. Common Metre. [X] The Chriftian Warrior animated. TARK! 'tis our heavenly Leader's voice, H Amidft the war's tumultuous rage, 2 "Maintain the fight, my faithful band, 3 "I have my days of combat known, And in the dust was laid; But now I fit upon my throne, And glory crowns my head. 4 "This throne, this glory fhall be yours, 5 Lord, 'tis enough, our fouls are fir'd 6 We'll trace the footsteps thou haft trod, Nor fhun thy combat and thy cross, Altered from DODDRIDGE Dymn CIII. Common Metre. [] Walking in Darkness, and trusting in God. When will the tedious night be gone? 2 My God! O could I make the claim, 3 By every name of power and love, 4 Yet though my foul in darkness mourns, Thy prefence makes my day. 5 Speak, Lord, and bid celeftial peace Thy love can make my forrow cease, 6 Then fhall my drooping fpirit rife, And change thefe deep complaining fighs Hymn CIV. H Mrs. STEELE, Common Metre. [*] The Angels' Song at the Birth of Chrift. IGH let us fwell our tuneful notes, And join th' angelic fong; For fuch a theme does lefs to them, 2 Good will is fhown to finful men, 3 Mercy and truth, in sweet accord, 5 When fhall we reach those happy realms, Hymn CV. DODDRIDGE. Common Metre. The Refurrection and Afcenfion of Christ. HOSANNA! to the Prince of life, Who cloth'd himself in clay; Enter'd the gloomy fhades of death, And rofe to endless day. 2 Death is no more the King of dread, He took the monster's fting away, 3 See how the Conqueror mounts aloft, 4 There our exalted Saviour reigns, [*] |