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ORD, at thy temple we appear,
As happy Simeon came;

And hope to meet our Saviour here-
O make our joys the same!

o 2 With what divine and vast delight,
The good old man was fill'd;
When, fondly in bis wither'd arms,
He clasp'd the holy Child.

e 3 "Now I can leave this world, he cry'd,
"Behold thy servant dies;
"I've seen thy great salvation, Lord,
"And close my peaceful eyes.

4 "This is the light prepar'd to shine,
"Upon the Gentile lands;
"Thine Israel's glory, and their hope,
"To break their slavish bands."

-5 Jesus, the vision of thy face

Hath overpow'ring charms'
Scarce shall I feel death's cold embrace,
If Christ be in my arms.

6 Then, while ye hear my heart-strings
How sweet my minutes roll! [break,
A mortal paleness on my cheek,
And glory in my soul!

BARBY. ST. ANN'S.

HYMN 21. C. M.

A Vision of the Kingdom of Chrisi among Men. Rev. xxi, 1, 2, 3, 4.

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Lor what a glorious sight appears,

To our believing eyes!

g The earth and seas are pass'd away, And the old rolling skies!

o 2 From the third heav'n where God reThat holy, happy place, [sides, The New Jerusalem comes down, Adorn'd with shining grace.

-3 Attending angels shout for joy; And the bright armies sing,

o "Mortals behold the sacred seat "Of your descending King.

-4 "The God of glory, down to meil, "Removes his bless'd abode;

e "Men, the dear objects of his grace, "And he their loving God.

EATH may dissolve my body now,
And bear my spirit home!

Why do my minutes move so slow,
Nor my salvation come?

• 2 With heav'nly weapons, I have fought The battles of the Lord;

Finish'd my course, and kept the faith,
And wait the sure reward.]

-3 God has laid up in heav'n, for me,
A crown which caunot fade;

e The righteous Judge, at that great day, Shall place it on my head.

-4 Nor hath the King of grace decreed
This prize for me alone;
But all that love and long to see
Th' appearance of his Son,

5 Jesus, the Lord, shall guard me safe
From ev'ry ill design;

And to his heav'nly kingdom take
This feeble soul of mine.

e 2 My thoughts are searching, Lord, for
thee,
[night;
'Mongst the black shades of lonesome
My earnest cries salute the skies,
Before the dawn restore the light.

e 3 Look, how rebellious men deride
The tender patience of my God;
• But they shall see thy lifted hand,
And feel the scourges of thy rod.

d 4 Hark! the Eternal rends the sky,
A mighty voice before him goes;
b A voice of music to his friends,
u But threat'ning thunder to his foes.

e 5 Come, children, to your Father's arms, Hide in the chambers of my grace

o 'Till the fierce storms be overblown, And my revenging fury cease. BLENDON.

HYMN 39. C. M.

GOD's tender care of his Church. Isa. xlix, 13, 14, &c.

o 1 YOW shall my inward joys arise, And burst into a song; Almighty love inspires my heart,

And pleasures tune my tongue.

-2 God on his thirsty Sion's hill

Some mercy-drops has thrown; o And solemn oaths have bound his love, To shower salvation down.

e 3 Why do we then indulge our fears,
Suspicions, and complaints?
-Is he a God? and shall his grace,
Grow weary of his saints?

a 4 Can a kind woman e'er forget
The infant of her womb?

And, 'mongst a thousand tender tho'ts, Her suckling have no room?

-5 "Yet," saith the Lord, "should nature

change,

"And mothers monsters prove,

That all their robes are spotless white? Whence did this glorious troop arrive, At the pure realnis of heav'nly light?"

e 2 From tort'ring racks, and burning fires,

And seas of their own blood, they came: But nobler blood has wash'd their robes, Flowing from Christ the dying Lamb.

g S Now they approach th' Almighty throne,

With loud hosannas night and day; Sweet anthems to the great Three-One, Measure their bless'd eternity.

o 4 No more shall hunger pain their souls; He bids their parching thirst be gone; And spreads the shadow of his wings, To screen them from the scorching sun.

5 The Lamb, who fills the middle throne, Shall shed around his milder beams; There shall they feast on his rich love, And drink full joys from living streams.

g 6 Thus shall their mighty bliss renew, Thro' the vast round of endless years; Aud the soft hand of sovereign grace Heals all their wounds, and wipes their.

tears.

SICILIAN MARINER'S HYMN.

HYMN 48. L. M.

The Christian Race. Isa. xl, 28,29,30,31.

AWAKE, our souls! (away our fears,

Let ev'ry trembling thought be gone)

• Awake, and run the heav'nly race,
And put a cheerful courage on.

e 2 True 'tis a strait and thorny road,
And mortal spirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God,
Who feeds the strength of ev'ry saint.

g 3 The mighty God, whose matchless Is ever new, and ever young; [pow'r, And firm endures, while endless years Their everlasting circles run.

o 4 From thee, the overflowing spring,
Our souls shall drink a full supply;
e While such as trust their native strength
a Shall melt away, and droop, and die.

o 5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air,
We'll mount aloft to thine abede;
On wings of love our souls shall fly,
Nor tire amidst the heav'nly road.
NANTWICH. LEEDS.

HYMN 49. C. M.

The Works of Moses and of the Lamb.
In
Rev. xv, 3.

2 YHRIST has done more than Mo-
ses did,

Our Prophet and our King;
From bonds of hell he freed our souls,
And taught our lips to sing.

3 In the Red Sea, by Moses' hand,
The Egyptian host was drown'd;
But his own blood hides all our sins,
And guilt no more is found.

4 When thro' the desert Israel went,
With manna they were fed;
Our Lord invites us to his flesh,
And calls it living bread.

e 5 Moses beheld the promis'd land,
Yet never reach'd the place:
o But Christ shall bring his foll' wers home.
To see his Father's face.

3 "Repent, and be baptiz'd," he saith, For the remission of your sins;" And thus our sense assists our faith, And shews us what his gospel means.

e 2 To all that's good, averse and blind, And prone to all that's ill;

What dreadful darkness veils our mind!
How obstinate our will!

3 Conceiv'd in sin (O wretched state)
Before we draw our breath,
The first young pulse begins to beat
Iniquity and death.

4 How strong in our degen'rate blood
The old corruption reigns!
And mingling with the crooked flood,
Wanders through all our veins!

7 Yet, mighty God, thy wondrous love,
Can make our nature clean;
While Christ and grace prevail above
The tempter, death, and sin.

o 8 The Second Adam shall restore
The ruins of the first;
Hosanna to that sov'reign pow'r
That new creates our dust.
PLYMOUTH.

While we repeat the Virgin's song, May the same spirit tune our voice. 23

4 To those who fear and trust the Lord,
His mercy stands for ever sure:
From age to age his promise lives,
And the performance is secure.

5 He spake to Abra'am and his seed, "In thee shall all the earth be bless'd;" The mem❜ry of that ancient word, Lay long in his eternal breast.

o 6 But now no more shall Israel wait, No more the Gentiles lie forlorn;

e Lo, the desire of nations comes; Behold, the promis'd seed is born! TRURO.

HYMN 61. L. M.

CHRIST our High Priest and King; and CHRIST coming to Judgment. Rev. i, 5, 6, 7.

1 NOW know

WOW to the Lord, who makes us

The wonders of his dying love,
Be humble honours paid below,

o And strains of nobler praise above.

-2 'Twas he, who cleans'd our foulest
sins,

And wash'd us in his richest blood;
'Tis he,who makes us priests and kings,
And brings us rebels near to God.

3 To Jesus, our atoning Priest,
To Jesus, our superior King,
Be everlasting pow'r confess'd,
And ev'ry tongue his glory sing.

e 4 Behold, on flying clouds he comes,
And ev'ry eye shall see him move!
e Tho' with our sins we peirc'd him once,
Then he displays his pard'ning love.

e 5 The unbelieving world shall wail,
o While we rejoice to see the day:
Come, Lord, nor let thy promise fail,
Nor let thy chariot long delay.
CASTLESTREET. OPORTO.