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HYMN CCXCIII.

ARRAY'D in mortal flesh,

Christ, the great Angel, stands,

And holds the promises

And pardons in his hands:

Commission'd from his Father's throne, To make his grace to mortals known.

Be thou our Counsellor,

Our Pattern and our Guide;
And thro' this desert land
Still keep us near thy side.
O, let our feet ne'er run astray,
But follow thee, the Living Way.

Sweet is the Shepherd's voice,
Whose watchful eye doth keep
Poor wandering souls among
The thousands of his sheep:

He feeds his flock, he calls their names,
His bosom bears the tender lambs.

To this dear Surety's hands,

My soul, commend thy cause;
He answers and fulfils

His Father's broken laws:
Believing souls now free are set,
For Christ hath paid the dreadful debt.

Our Advocate appears
For our defence on high;
The Father bows his ears,
And lays his thunders by:
Not all that hell or sin can say,
Shall turn his heart, his love away.

Should all the hosts of death,
And powers of hell unknown,
Put their most dreadful forms
Of rage and mischief on;

• We shall be safe, while Christ displays Superior power and guardian grace.

HYMN CCXCIV.

1 RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,

Thy better portion trace;

Rise from transitory things,

Towards heaven, thy native place. Sun, and moon, and stars decay, Time shall soon this earth remove: 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:
Thus a soul new-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.

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HYMN CCXCV.

COME, ye that love the Lord,
And let your joys be known:

Join in a song with sweet accord
While ye surround the throne.

The sorrows of the mind

Be banish'd from this place;
Religion never was design'd
To make our pleasures less.
The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;

And heavenly fruits, on earthly ground,
From faith and hope will grow.

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The hill of Zion yields

A thousand holy sweets,

Before we reach the heavenly fields,

Or walk the golden streets.

5 Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry;

We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high.

HYMN CCXCVI.

1PLUNG'D in a gulf of dark despair,
We wretched sinners lay,
Without one cheerful beam of hope,
Or spark of glimm'ring day.

2 With pitying eyes the Prince of Grace
Beheld our helpless grief;

He saw, and, O amazing love!
He came to our relief.

s Down from the shining seats above,
With joyful haste he fled,
Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.

4 O! for this love let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break,
And all harmonious human tongues
Their Saviour's praises speak.

5 Angels, assist our mighty joys,
Strike all your harps of gold;
But when you raise your highest notes,
His love can ne'er be told.

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HYMN CCXCVII.

HE wondering world inquires to know Why we should love our Jesus so: "What are his charms," say they," above "All other charms of mortal love?"

2 All over glorious is my Lord,

Must be belov'd, and yet ador'd;

His worth if all the nations knew,

Sure the whole world would love him too.

HYMN CCXCVIII.

1 JESUS, who dy'd a world to save,
Revives and rises from the grave
By God's almighty pow'r;

From sin, and death, and hell set free,
He captive leads captivity,

And lives, to die no more.

2 The Lord, who spoke the world from nought, Has for poor sinners dearly bought

Salvation by his blood:

Lo! how he bursts the bonds of death,
And reassumes his vital breath,
To make our title good.

3 O may we all from sin awake,
In Paradise our places take,
Near our exalted Head!

May all our souls to heaven aspire,
In thought, and will, and strong desire,
To sensual pleasures dead.

4 Children of God, look up and see
Your Saviour cloth'd in majesty,
Triumphant o'er the tomb:

Give o'er your griefs, cast off your fears,
In heaven your mansion he prepares,
And soon will take you home.

5 His church is still his joy and crown,
He looks with love and pity down
On her he did redeem:

He tastes her joys, he feels her woes,
And prays that she may spoil her foes,
And ever reign with him.

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HYMN CCXCIX.

HY do we mourn departed friends,
Or shake at death's alarms?

'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends

To call them to his arms.

2 Are we not tending upwards too, As fast as time can move?

Why should we wish the hours more slow, That keep us from our love?