Ah! no, I foon shall reach that blifsful fhore,
Where we shall meet to separate no more.
But contemplate the glories of that place,
Enlighten'd by the fmiles of Jefus face,
Enraptured by his charms in concert join,
To praife the miracles of love divine.
Thrice happy fpirit! Thou haft 'scaped away,
And left our darkness for the light of day.
The tumults of this life afflicts no more;
For thou art landed on a peaceful fhore.
The painful mortal conflict now is paft,
And thou haft gained the victory at last.

ANTHEM,

From the 119 Pfalm.

ORD! what love have I unto thy law?

Lall the day long is my ftudy in it. The

law of thy mouth is dearer unto me than thoufands of gold and filver. O how sweet are thy words unto my throat? yea sweeter than honey unto my mouth. Thy righteousness is an everlasting righteoufnefs; and thy law is the truth. Trouble and heaviness have taken hold upon me; yet is my delight in thy command

ments.

ANTHEM,

ANTHEM,

From different parts of the Prophecy of Ifaiah.

SING,

ING, O heavens! and be joyful, O earth! Break forth into finging, O mountains! The Lord hath comforted his people; and will have mercy on his afflicted.-Let not Zion fay, The Lord hath forfaken me, and the Lord hath forgotten me.-Return unto the Lord, and he will have mercy upon you; and to our God, for he will abundantly pardon.-Therefore will the Lord wait, that he may be gracious unto you; and therefore will he be exalted, that he may have mercy upon you. For the Lord is a God of judgment: bleffed are they that wait for his falvation.-Break forth into finging, O mountains! for the Lord hath comforted his people; and will have mercy on his afflicted.

WH

ANTHEM,

From Matt. 25, at Verse 31.

HEN the Son of Man fhall come in his glory, then fhall he fit upon the throne of his glory. Before him fhall he gather all nations; and he fhall feparate them one

from

from another. He fhall fay to them on his right hand, Come, ye bleffed of my Father! inherit the Kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world. For I was hungry, and ye gave me meat; I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink; I was a ftranger and ye took me in; naked, and ye clothed me; I was fick, and ye vifited me; I was in prison, and ye came unto me.-Lord! when faw we thee an hungry, and fed thee? or thirst, and gave thee drink? When faw we thee a ftranger and took thee in; naked, and cloathed thee? Or when faw we thee fick, or in prifon, and came unto thee? -Verily, I fay unto you, inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the leaft of those my brethren, ye have done it unto me. The righteous fhall go into life eternal. Hallelujah.

THE PILGRIM's SONG.

RISE, my foul and stretch thy wings,

Thy better portion trace;

Rife from tranfitory things,

Tow'rds heav'n, thy native place.
Sun, and moon, and stars decay,
Time fhall foon this earth remove:
Rife, my foul, and hafte away,
To feats prepar'd above.

Rivers

Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor ftay in all their courfe;
Fire afcending feeks the fun,
Both speed them to their fource:
So a foul that's born of God,
Pants to view his glorious face:
Upward tends to his abode,
To reft in his embrace.

Ceafe, ye pilgrims, ceafe to mourn,
Prefs forward to the prize;
Soon our Saviour will return
Triumphant to the skies:
Yet a season, and we know,
Happy entrance will be giv'n;
All our forrows left below,

And earth exchang'd for heav'n.

KEDRON.

HOU foft flowing Kedron by thy filver

THOU stream,

Our Saviour at midnight, when Cynthia's pale

beam

Shone bright on the waters, would frequently

stray,

And lofe in the murmurs, the toils of the day.

CHORUS.

CHORUS.

Come, Saints, and adore him; come bow at his feet;

O give him the glory, the praise that is meet;
Let joyful Hofannahs, unceafing, arise,

And join the full Chorus that gladdens the skies.

How damp were the vapours that fell on his head,

How hard was his pillow, how humble his bed! The Angels, aftonifh'd, grew fad at the fight, And follow'd their Mafter with folemn delight.. Come, Saints, and adore him, &c.

O garden of Olivet, dear honour'd spot,
The fame of thy wonders shall ne'er be forgot;
The theme moft tranfporting to Seraphs above,
The triumph of forrow, the triumph of love.
Come, Saints, and adore him, &c.

'Twas here he encounter'd with infinite wrath,. And conquer'd by love that was ftronger than. death;

'Twas here he engaged the Lion of Hell; Beneath his ftrong arm all our enemies fell. Come, Saints, and adore him, &c.

A DIS.