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3 Thither let fervent faith aspire,

Our treasure and our heart be there;
O for a seraph's wing of fire!

No-for the mightier wings of prayer!

f 4 Now, though the earth's foundations rock, And mountains down the gulf be hurl'd; His people smile amid the shock,

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They look beyond this transient world.
Montgomery.

FIRST PART. C. M.--Coventry.
Christ ascending and reigning.

vi.f 1 O FOR a shout of sacred joy
To God, the sovereign King;
Let every land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.

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2 Jesus our God ascends on high:
His heav'nly guards around,
Attend him rising through the sky
With trumpets' joyful sound.

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Let all the earth his honor sing,

O'er all the earth he reigns.

mæ 4 Rehearse his praise with awe profound, Let knowledge lead the song;

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Nor mock him with a solemn sound,
Upon a thoughtless tongue.

SECOND PART. C. M.-Moravian Hymn.

Christ worshipped.

f 1 EXTOL the Lord, the Lord most high,
King over all the earth;
Exalt his triumph to the sky,
In songs of sacred mirth.

f 2 God is gone up with loud acclaim,
And trumpets' tuneful voice;

Sing praise, sing praises to his name ;
Sing praises and rejoice.

3 Sing praises to our God: sing praise
To every creature's King:

His wondrous works, his glorious ways,
All tongues and kindred sing.

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God o'er the heathen reigns:

His truth through all the world is known-
That truth his throne sustains.

5 Princes around his footstool throng,
Kings in the dust adore;

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Earth and her shields to God belong—
Sing praises evermore.

FIRST PART. 8. M.-Clapton.

Montgomery.

The church the honor and safety of the land.

f 1 GREAT is the Lord our God,
And let his praise be great;
He makes his churches his abode,
His most delightful seat.

[2 These temples of his grace
How beautiful they stand!
The honors of our native place,
The bulwarks of our land.]

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A refuge in distress;

How bright has his salvation shone,
Through all her palaces!

4 When kings against her join'd,
And saw the Lord was there;
In wild confusion of the mind
They fled with hasty fear.

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Our eyes have often seen,

How well our God secures the fold
Where his own flock has been.

6 In every new distress

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We'll to his house repair:

We'll call to mind his wondrous grace,
And seek deliv'rance there.

SECOND PART. 8. M.-Oakland. Clapton.
Beauty of the church.

1 FAR as thy name is known

The world declares thy praise;
Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne
Their songs of honor raise.

vi 2 With joy thy people stand
On Zion's chosen hill;

Proclaim the wonders of thy hand,
And counsels of thy will.

13 Let strangers walk around
The city where we dwell;
Compass and view thy holy ground,
And mark the building well,-

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4 The orders of thy house,

The worship of thy court,

The cheerful songs, the solemn vows,-
And make a fair report.

5 How decent and how wise!

How glorious to behold!

Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes,
And rites adorn'd with gold.

6 The God we worship now,
Will guide us till we die;

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Will be our God while here below,
And ours above the sky.

THIRD PART, 11's and 8's.-Palestine.
Same subject.

1 OGREAT is Jehovah, and great be his praise,
In the city of God he is King;

Proclaim ye his triumphs in jubilant lays;
On the mount of his holiness sing.

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The Lord in her temple still taketh delight,
God reigns in her palaces still,

3 At the sight of her splendor the kings of the earth

Grew pale with amazement and dread; Fear seiz'd them like pangs of a premature birth,

They came, they beheld her, and fled.

cr 4 Let the daughters of Judah be glad for thy love, The mountain of Zion rejoice;

For thou wilt establish her seat from above,
Wilt make her the throne of thy choice.

115 Go, walk about Zion and measure the length, Her walls and her bulwarks, mark well; Contemplate her palaces glorious in strength, Her tow'rs and her pinnacles tell.

6 Then say to your children-our refuge is tried, This God is our God to the end;

f His counsels for ever his people shall guide, His arm shall for ever defend.

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Montgomery.

FIRST PART. C. M.-Peterborough.
Pride and death: or, the vanity of life and riches.
1 WHY doth the man of riches grow
To insolence and pride;

To see his wealth and honors flow
With every rising tide?

[2 Why doth he treat the poor with scorn,
Made of the self-same clay,

And boast as though his flesh were born
Of better dust than they?]

3 Not all his treasures can procure
His soul a short reprieve;
Redeem from death one guilty hour,
Or make his brother live.

4 He sees the foolish and the wise,
The tim'rous and the brave,

Quit their possessions, close their eyes,
And hasten to the grave.

5 Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride
His house shall ever stand;

His name, that it may long abide,
Is given to his land.

ƒꞌꞌ 6 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost, How soon his mem'ry dies!

His name is written in the dust,
Where his own body lies.

PAUSE.

7 This is the folly of their way;
And yet their sons, as vain,
Approve the words their fathers say,
And act their works again.

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8 Men void of wisdom and of grace,
Though honor raise them high,
Live like the beasts, a thoughtless race,
And like the beasts they die.

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9 Laid in the grave so dark and deep,
Death triumphs o'er them there,
Till the last trumpet breaks their sleep,
And wakes them in despair.

SECOND PART. C. M.-Burford.

Death and the resurrection.

1 YE sons of pride, that hate the just,
And trample on the poor,

When death has brought you down to dust,
Your pomp shall rise no more.

The last great day shall change the scene :
When will that hour appear?

When shall the just revive and reign
O'er all that scorn'd them here?

3 God will my naked soul receive,
Call'd from the world away,
And break the prison of the grave,
To raise my mould'ring clay.
Heav'n is my everlasting home,
Th' inheritance is sure';

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Let men of pride their rage resume,
But I'll repine no more.

FIRST PART. C. M.-St. Ann's.

The last judgment-saints rewarded.

[1 THE Lord, the Judge, before his throne
Bids the whole earth draw nigh
The nations near the rising sun,
And near the western sky.

2 No more shall bold blasphemers say,
"Judgment will ne'er begin :"

No more abuse his long delay,
To impudence and sin.]

f 3 Thron'd on a cloud our God shall come, Bright flames prepare his way,

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Lead on the dreadful day.

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