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Pleas'd we read in sacred ftory,
How our Lord resum'd his breath; Where, O grave's, thy conqu’ring
glory? Where's thy fting, thou phantom Death? Soon thy jaws, restrain'd from chewing,
Must disgorge their ransom'd prey : Man first gave thee pow'r to ruin,
Man too takes that pow'r away. 2 I am Alpha, says the Saviour;
I Omega likewise am;
God Almighty and the Lamb.
And in him our boast we'll make;
If we of his death partake. Ye that die without repentance, 3
Ye must rise when CHRIST appears;
While the faints rejoice in theirs :
They with Jesus CHRIST to reign :
You to everlasting pain.
4 Bold rebellion, base backsiding,
Stop your course, reflect with dread ; In deftruction there's no hiding;
Death and hell give up their dead;
Shall restore their dead to view :
CHRIST IS RIS'N, and so shall you,
H AIL the day that fees him rise,
Ravish'd from our wishful eyes!
Take the King of glory in !
Still he loves the earth he leaves ;
3 Master (may we ever say)
Taken from our head to-day;
Following thee beyond the skies. 4 Ever upward let us move,
Wafted on the wings of love ;
Be mindful of thy promise, Lord, Thy promise made to all, and me: Thy followers, who thy steps pursue, And dare believe that God is true..
2 Thou saidīt, I will the Father pray,
And he the Holy Ghost shall give,
Come then, dear LORD, thyself reveal,
And send us down the Comforter. 4 He visits now the troubled breast,
And oft relieves our fad coinplaint;
“ Our joy is fled, our comfort gone." 5 Send him, O Lord, into each heart,
Our sure, inseparable guide :
BREATHING AFTER THE SPIRIT.
I Come, holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,
With all thy quick’ning pow'rs ; Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours. 2 See how we grovel here below,
Fond of these earthly toys;
To reach eternal joys.
In vain we strive to rise ;
And our devotion dies.
At this poor dying rate ?
And thine to us so great ?
With all thy quick’ning pow’rs ;
And that shall kindle ours.