HYMN III. I Glory be to God on high, and in earth, &c. LORY be to God on high, G1 God whose glory fills the sky; 2 Sov'reign Father, heav'nly King, 3 Hail, by all thy works ador'd; Thee with thankful hearts we prove, 4 Chrift our Lord and God we own; 5 Bow thy ear, in mercy bow, 6 Pow'rful Advocate with God, Bow thy car, in mercy bow, Hear, the world's atonement thou. 7 Hear, for thou, O Christ, alone, HYMN IV. I Chrift's Meffage. Luke iv. 18, 19. H ARK the glad found! the Saviour comes! Let ev'ry heart prepare a throne, 2 On him the Spirit largely pour'd Wisdom and might and zeal and love, 3 He comes the pris'ners to release, 4 The gates of brass before him burst, He comes from thickeft films of vice And on the eye-balls of the blind 5 He comes the broken heart to bind, And with treasures of his grace, 6 Our glad hofannas, Prince of peace, HYMN V. Grateful Recellection.-Ebenezer. 1 Sam. vii. 12. I Co NOME, thou Fount of ev'ry bleffing, 2 Here I raise my Ebenezer, 3 O! to grace how great a debtor Prone to leave Thee whom I love→→ E 2 HYMN 1 2 HYMN VI. 3 Matt. xxv. 6. E virgin fouls arife, YE Unto falvation wife, Oil in your veffels take; Upftarting at the midnight cry, Behold the heav'nly bridegroom nigh. He comes, He comes to call The nations to his bar, And raise to glory all Who meet for glory are: Made ready for your full reward, 3 Go meet him in the sky, Your everlasting Friend, Your head to glorify, With all his faints afcend; Ye pure in heart, obtain the grace 4 Ye that have here receiv'd The unction from above, And in his fpirit liv'd Obedient to his love, Jefus fhall claim you for his Bride; 1 L° O he comes with clouds defcending, Thoufand Thousand thousand faints attending God appears on earth to reign. 2 Ev'ry eye fhall now behold him Rob'd in dreadful majesty; 3 Those who set at nought and fold him, Shall the true Meffiah fee. The dear tokens of his paffion, Still his dazzling body bears; Gaze we on those glorious scars. 4 Yea, Amen! let all adore thee I H HYMN VIII. E comes, He comes, the Judge severe ! The feventh trumpet speaks him near; His lightnings flash, his thunders roll; How welcome to the faithful foul! 2 From heav'n angelic voices found, E 3 4 Descending |