III.

The Lord our glory and defence,
Strength and falvation gives :
Ifrael, thy king for ever reigns,
Thy GOD for ever lives.

HYMN LXXX,
Adoring CHRIST.

BRE

I.

RETHREN, let us join to bless
Jefus Chrift, our joy and peace,

Let our praise to him be giv❜n,

High at GOD's right-hand in heav'n!
II.

Mafter, fee to thee we bow,
Thou art Lord, and only thou;
Thou the bleffed virgin's feed,
Glory of thy church and head.

III.

Thee the angels ceaseless fing,

Thee we praife, our prieft, our king;
Worthy is thy name of praife,

Full of glory full of grace.

IV.

Thou haft the glad tidings brought
Of falvation by thee wrought;

Wrought for all thy church and we
Worship in their company.

We

V.

We, thy little flook adore
Thee, the Lord for evermore !
Ever with us, fhew thy love,
'Till we join with those above!

SA

HYMN LXXXI.

SALVATION.

I.

ALVATION! O the joyful found!
What pleasure to our ears!

A fov'reign balm for ev'ry wound,

A cordial for our fears.

II.

Salvation I let the echo fly

The fpacious earth aroundWhile all the armies of the fky Confpire to raise the found!

HYMN

LXXXII.

CHRIST our great Melchifedec.

TH

I.

HOU dear Redeemer, dying Lamb !
We love to hear of thee;

No mufic like thy charming name,
Nor half fo fweet can be!

O may we ever hear thy voice,
In mercy to us speak!

And in our prieft will we rejoice,
Thou great Melchifedec!

Our

II.

Our Jefus fhall be still our theme;
While in this world 'we stay,
We'll fing our Jefu's lovely name,
When all things elfe decay.
When we appear in yonder cloud,
With all his favour'd throng,
Then will we fing more fweet, more loud,
And Christ fhall be our fong.

HYMN

LXXXIII.

Delivered for our Offences--Raifed again for our Juftification, Rom. iv. 25.

I.

Helen's
HE

E dies! the Friend of finners dies!

Lo! Salem's daughters weep around!

A folemn darkness veils the skies!!

A fudden trembling fhakes the ground'!
Come faints, and drop a tear or two,
For him who groan'd beneath your load!
He fhed a thousand drops for you,
A thousand drops of richer blood!
II.

Here's love and grief beyond degree,
The Lord of glory dies for men !
But lo! what fudden joys we fee !
Jefus the dead revives again!
The rifing GOD forfakes the tomb !
(The tomb in vain forbids his rife !)
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And fhout him welcome to the skies!

Break

III.

Break off your tears, ye faints and tell
How high our great deliv'rer reigns!
Sing how he fpoil'd the hofts of hell,

And led the monfter death in chains! Say Live for ever, wond'rous king! "Born to redeem and strong to fave;" Then afk the monster--" where's thy fting? "And where's thy victory, boasting

grave?"

HYMN LXXXIV.

THANKSGIVING.

I.

Y foul repeat his praise,

Με

Whose mercies are so great:
Whofe anger is fo flow to rife,
So ready to abate.

II.

High as the heav'ns are rais'd,
Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of his grace,
Our highest thoughts exceed.
III.

The pity of the Lord,

To those that fear his name, Is fuch as tender parents feel: He knows our feeble frame,

IV.

Our days are as the grafs,

Or like the morning flow'r ;

If one sharp blaft fweep o'er the field,

It withers in an hour,

V.

But thy compaffions, Lord,
To endless years endure;
And children's children ever find
Thy word of promise sure.

HYMN LXXXV.

T

I.

O God the only wife,

Our Saviour, and our King,

Let all the faints below the skies
Their humble praises bring.

II.

'Tis his almighty love,

His counfel and his care,

Preferves us fafe from fin and death,
And ev'ry hurtful fnare.
III.

He will present his faints
Unblemish'd and compleat
Before the glory of his face,
With joys divinely great.

Thea