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Rise, my soul, and haste away,
To seats prepar'd above.

2. Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course;
Fire, ascending, seeks the sun;
Both speed them to their source.
So a soul that's born of God,
Pants to view his glorious face;
Upward tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.

3. Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn;
Press onward to the prize;
Soon the 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.

Kingswood.] HYMN 27. 7s. & 6s. [Anon

WRETCHED, helpless, and distress'd,

Ah! whither shall I fly?

Ever gasping after rest,

I cannot find it nigh.

Naked, sick, and poor, and blind,

Fast bound in sin and misery,

Friend of sinners, let me find

My help, my all in thee.

2. Jesus, full of truth and grace,
In thee is all I want;

Be the wand'rer's resting place,
A cordial to the faint.

Make me rich, for I am poor,
In thee may I salvation find:
To the dying, health restore,
And eye-sight to the blind.
3. Clothe me with thy holiness,
Thy meek humility;
Put on me thy glorious dress,
Endue my soul with thee:
Let thine image be restor❜d,
Thy name and nature let me prove;
With thy fulness fill me, Lord,
And perfect me in love.



HYMN 28. 6s. & 4s.

OME, thou almighty King,
Help us thy name to sing,
Help us to praise :

Father all glorious,

O'er all victorious,

Come and reign over us,

2. Jesus, our Lord, arise,

Scatter our enemies,


Ancient of days.

And make them fall!

Let thine almighty aid,

Our sure defence be made,

Our souls on thee be stay'd: Lord, hear our call.

In this glad hour:

3. Come, holy Comforter, Thy sacred witness bear, Thou, who almighty art,

Now rule in ev'ry heart,

And ne'er from us depart, Spirit of pow'r!

4. To the great One in Three,

Eternal praises be,

His sovereign majesty,

May we in glory see,

And to eternity,


Hence, evermore :

Love and adore.

HYMN 29. 6s. & 7s.


ESUS, our God and King,

Thy regal state we sing;

Thou, and only thou art great,
High thine everlasting throne;
Thou the sov'reign Potentate,
Blest Immortal, thou alone.
2. Essay your choicest strains,
The King Messiah reigns;
Tune your harps, celestial choir,

Joyful all, your voices raise,


Christ, than earth-born monarchs higher,
Sons of men and angels praise.
3. Let earth's remotest bound,
With echoing joys resound
Christ to praise, let all conspire:
Praise to Christ doth all belong :
Shout, ye first-born sons of fire,
Earth, repeat the glorious song.

Salem.] HYMN 30. 6s. & 9s.

HOME, let us ascend,

My companion and friend,

To a feast of the banquet above :
If thy heart be as mine,
If for Jesus it pine,

Come up in the chariot of love.

2. Who in Jesus confide,
They are bold to outride

All the storms of affliction beneath;
With the Prophet we soar

To that heavenly shore,

And outfly all the arrows of death.

3. By faith we are come

To our permanent home;
By hope we the rapture improve;
By love we still rise,

And look down on the skies,
For the heaven of heavens is love.


Devonshire.] HYMN 31. 5s. & 6s. [Madan's.

YE servants of God, Your Master proclaim,

And publish abroad, His wonderful name, The name all victorious Of Jesus extol, His kingdom is glorious, And rules over all.

2. God ruleth on high, Almighty to save; And still he is nigh, His presence we have: The great congregation His triumph shall sing, Ascribing salvation To Jesus our King.

3. Salvation to God, Who sits on the throne, Let all cry aloud, And honor the Son :

Our Jesus' praises The angels proclaim,
Fall down on their faces, And worship the Lamb.

4. Then let us adore, And give him his right: All glory and pow'r, And wisdom and might; All honor and blessing, With angels above, And thanks never ceasing, And infinite love.

Old 50th.] HYMN 32. 10s. & 11s. [Straphan

ON wings of faith, mount up, my soul, and rise.

View thine inheritance beyond the skies;

Nor heart can think, nor mortal tongue can tell,
What endless pleasures in those mansions dwell:
Here our Redeemer lives, all bright and glorious,
O'er sin, and death, and hell, he reigns victorious.
2. No gnawing grief, no sad, heart-rending pain.
In that bless'd country can admission gain:
No sorrow there, no soul tormenting fear;
For God's own hand shall wipe the falling tear.
Here our Redeemer lives, &c.

S. Before the throne a crystal river glides,
Immortal verdure decks its cheerful sides;
Here the fair tree of life majestic rears
Its blooming head, and sovereign virtue bear..
Here our Redeemer lives, &c.

4. No rising sun his needless beams displays,
No sickly moon emits her feeble rays;
The Godhead here celestial glory sheds,
Th' exalted Lamb eternal radiance spreads:
Here our Redeemer lives, &c.

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