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Christ's eternal Glory.-ANONYMOUS.

Fordingbridge 108. (54th.) 10, 8. THOU Son of God, virtue's immortal friend! With glory crown'd in worlds on high: Ne'er shall thy vast dominion know its end, 'Till time, and death, and nature die. 2 Terrestrial thrones and empyrean powers Obey thy all-commanding nod;

Hell trembles, and with all her princes cow'rs
Beneath the terrors of thy rod.

3 A mortal once, 'mong sinful mortals born,
A lowly virgin gave thee birth;
No palace did thy natal hour adorn,
No festal welcom'd thee on earth.

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HE voice of free grace cries, "Escape to the mountain,

For Adam's lost race Christ has open'd a fountain;

For sin and uncleanness, and ev'ry transgression,

His blood flows so free from the wells of salvation."

Cho. Hallelujah to the Lamb, who has bought us a pardon,

We'll praise him again when we pass over Jordan.

2 "Ye all shall find favour who trust in my merit,

In me ye shall life everlasting inherit;

For sorrow, and mourning, fear, anguish, and

sadness,

I'll give an abundance of joy, peace, and gladness."

Cho. Hallelujah, &c.

3 Let all the earth hear it, and join in the praises Of Jesus the Saviour, whose goodness shall raise us

From this world to glory; and while we adore him.

We'll sing of his wonders, and fall down before him.

Cho. Hallelujah, &c.

329.

Last Judgment.-FROM LUther.

LUTHER'S HYMN 301.

(62nd.) 8, 7.

1 GREAT God, what do I see and hear?

The end of things created;

The Judge of mankind doth appear,
On clouds of glory seated:

The trumpet sounds, the graves restore
The dead which they contain'd before;
Prepare, my soul, to meet him.

2 Sinner! ere that dread trump shall sound,
Regard the Saviour's warning;
May'st thou among his saints be found,
No longer mercy scorning:
Oh, may we all, like virgins wise,
When Christ, the Bridegroom, shall arise,
Go forth, with joy, to meet him.

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The dying Christian.-POPE.

Enfield New 417. Pope's Ode 182.

VITAL spark of heavenly flame! Quit, O quit this mortal frame! Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying; Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond nature! cease thy strife, And let me languish into life! 2 Hark! they whisper-angels say, "Sister spirit, come away!" What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?Tell me, my soul, can this be death? 3 The world recedes!-it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes!-my ears With sounds seraphic ring!Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!O grave! where is thy victory? O death! where is thy sting?

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Taking up the Cross.-ANONYMOUS.

PART I.

I WHILE I my merits all explore,

To ease my conscience wounded sore,
That fruitless task thou say'st, “Give o'er,
And take up the cross, and follow me:
Cho. "From sin, death, and hell I'll shel-
ter thee;

Then take up thy cross and follow

me.

2 "I'll all thy guilt and woes remove,
I'll bring thee to my courts above,
Where thou shalt feast on my rich love;
Then take up the cross and follow me.”
Cho. "From," &c.

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My Saviour.-KELLY.

PART II.

Camberwell Grove 342.

N form I long had bow'd the knee; But nought attractive then could see, To win my wayward heart to thee,

My Saviour!

2 Yet oft I trembled when I thought, How I had sold myself for nought: But still against thy love I fought,

My Saviour! 3 When self-accus'd I trembling stood, I promis'd fair, as any could: But never counted on thy blood,

My Saviour!

4 Too soon the promise vain I prov'd,
That sinners make, while sin is lov'd;
But still to thee this heart ne'er mov'd,
My Saviour!

5 At length despairing to be free,
A willing slave I meant to be:
"Twas then thou didst appear for me,

My Saviour!
6 Thou, whom I had so long withstood,
Thou didst redeem my soul with blood,
And thou hast brought me nigh to God,

My Saviour!

7 Through storms and waves of conflict past, Thy potent arm has held me fast, And thou wilt save me to the last,

My Saviour!

Encouragement to the Soldiers of Christ.ANONYMOUS.

PART I.

332. May be sung to Suffolk N. 229, or Mare St. 234.

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heavenly soldiers, still press on;
In Jesus see the conquest won!
Bright palms of vict'ry you shall bear,
And crowns of glory you shall wear,
And in his kingdom have a share,
Thro' endless day.

2 There shall we in sweet chorus join,
Where saints and angels all combine,
The shout of sacred joy to raise,
To swell the son of ardent praise,
And the lov'd teme, redeeming grace,
Thro' en less day.

On retiring from the Death-Bed of a Believer.

ANONYMOUS.

PART II.

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Camberwell Grove 342.

S he now gone! from pains and woes? From all that did his joys oppose ? To join the company of those,

In glory