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4 His anger is but short; his love,
which is our life, hath certain stay; Grief may continue for a night,
but joy returns with rising day! 5 Then what I vow'd in my distress,
in happier hours I now will give, And strive, that in my grateful verse
his praises may for ever live. 6 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
the blest and undivided Three, The one sole Giver of all life,
glory and praise for ever be.
Funeral Consolations. 1 TTEAR what the voice from heaven declares
to those in Christ who die!
“they reign with him on high."
or shake at death's alarms? Death's but the servant Jesus sends
to call us to his arms.
death hath no sting beside;
but Christ, our ransom, died!
when in the grave he lay;
to everlasting day!
to Christ, our life, we'll sing,
chap. x. 1 NO forth, ye Heralds, in my name,
sweetly the Gospel trumpet sound; The glorious Jubilee proclaim,
where'er the human race is found. 2 The joyful news to all impart,
and teach them where salvation lies; With care bind up the broken heart,
and wipe the tears from weeping eyes. 3 Be wise as serpents where you go,
but harmless as the peaceful dove, And let your heaven-taught conduct show that ye're commission'd from above.
4 Freely from me ye have receiv'd,
freely, in love, to others give;
and from St. Matt. xxiii. 18, &c. 1 66 10 Go ”
“ bid the whole earth my grace receive; “ Explain to them my sacred Word,
“ bid them believe, obey, and live. 2 “ I'll make my great commission known,
" and ye shall prove my Gospel true, “ By all the works that I have done, 6 and all the wonders
ye shall do. 3 “Go heal the sick, go raise the dead,
cast out devils in my name; “ Nor let my Prophets be afraid,
“though Greeks reproach, and Jews blaspheme. 4 “ While thus ye follow my commands,
“ I'm with you till the world shall end; “ All power is trusted in my hands;
“I can destroy, and can defend." 5 He spake, and light shone round his head;
on a bright cloud to heaven he rode; They to the farthest nations spread
the grace of their ascended God.
SET FORTH IN
GENERAL CONVENTION, 1808.
ADVENT. The Coming and Office of Christ. Luke iv. 18, 19. 1 HA TARK! the glad sound, the Saviour comes,
the Saviour promised long! Let every heart prepare a throne,
and every voice a song. 2 On him the spirit, largely pour’d,
exerts his sacred fire; Wisdom and might, and zeal and love
his holy breast inspire. 3 He comes, the pris'ners to release,
in Satan's bondage held,
The gates of brass before him burst,
the iron fetters yield. 4 He comes, from thickest films of vice
to clear the mental ray; And on the eyes oppress'd with night,
to pour celestial day. 5 He comes, the broken heart to bind,
the bleeding soul to cure, And with the treasures of his grace, t' enrich the humble
poor. 6 Our glad Hosannas, Prince of Peace,
thy welcome shall proclaim; And heaven's eternal arches ring with thy beloved name.
EPIPHANY. The Blessedness of Gospel Times; or, the Revela
tion of Christ to Jews and Gentiles. Isa. y. 2,
7---10. Matt, xiii. 16, 17. 1 OW
beauteous are their feet who stand on Zion's hill; Who bring salvation on their tongues,
and words of peace reveal! 2 How charming is their voice!
how sweet their tidings are!
“ he reigns and triumphs here." 3 How happy are our ears
that hear this joyful sound, Which kings and prophets waited for,
and sought, but never found ! 4 How blessed are our eyes
that see this heavenly light! Prophets and kings desired it long,
but died without the sight! 5 The watchmen join their voice,
and tuneful notes employ, Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
and deserts learn the joy. 6 The Lord makes bare his arm
through all the earth abroad! Let every nation now behold their Saviour and their God.
Lo! Salem's daughters weep around !
2 Come saints, and drop a tear or two
For him who groan'd beneath your load;
A thousand drops of richer blood!
The Lord of glory dies for men!
Jesus, the dead, revives again!
Up to his Father's court he flies;
And shout him welcome to the skies !
How high our great Deliv'rer reigns;
And led the tyrant death in chains !
“ Born to redeem, instruct and save!'' Then ask---" O death, where is thy sting! “ And where thy victory, O grave!
Christ's Ascension. Psalm xxiv. 7. 1 UR Lord is risen from the dead,
Our Jesus is gone up on high; The powers of hell are captive led,
Dragg'd to the portals of the sky. 2 There his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay;
19 3 Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold the radiant scene;
Receive the King of Glory in.
The Lord that all his foes o'ercame,
And Jesus is the conqueror's name. 5 Lo! his triumphant chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay,
“ Ye everlasting doors, give way!"
The Lord of boundless power possest,
The Penitent's Supplication. 1 THOU that hear'st when sinners cry,
Though all my crimes before thee lie, Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their mem'ry from thy book. 2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin:
Nor hide thy presence from my heart. 3 I cannot live without thy light,
Cast out and banish'd from thy sight;
And guard me that I fall no more.
li And let a wretch come near thy throne,
To plead the merits of thy Son.
Is all the sacrifice I bring;
A broken heart for sacrifice.
And owns thy dreadful sentence just;
And save the soul condemn’d to die.
Sinners shall learn thy sov'reign grace;
And they shall praise a pard’ning God. 8 O may thy love inspire my tongue,
Salvation shall be all my song;
Jer. iii. 22. Hos. xiv. 4. 1 ITOW oft, alas ! this wretched heart
has wander'd from the Lord ! How oft my roving thoughts depart,
forgetful of his word! 2 Yet sovoreign mercy calls, “ Return;!?
dear Lord, and may I come! My vile ingratitude I mourn;
O take the wanderer home. 3 And canst thou; wilt thou yet forgive,
and bid my crimes remove? And shall a pardon'd rebel live
to speak thy wondrous love?