ow eagerly they wish to know he duties he would have them do! What joy their active spirits feel o execute their Sov'reign's will! lither, at his command they fly, 'o guard the beds on which we lie, "o shield our persons, night and day, nd scatter all our fears away. ghast the hostile Syrian band Herod attempts, but all in vain, Michael and Satan, high in power, Send, O my God, some angel down, ALL SAINTS. THESE glorious souls how bright they shine, Whence all their white array ? How came they to the happy seats Of everlasting day ? From tort'ring pains to endless joys, And strangely wash'd their raiment white, In Jesu's dying blood. Now they approach a spotless God, And bow before his throne; Their warbling harps and sacred song 4 Th' unveiled glories of his face While the rich treasure of his grace 5 Tormenting thirst shall leave their souls, And hunger flee as fast; The fruit of life's immortal tree 6 The Lamb shall lead his heavenly flock, Where living fountains rise, 74. And God himself shall wipe away (Or) 1 LOOK up to yonder world, See myriads round the throne ! And wears a glorious crown: With zeal they strike the sacred lyre, 2 Believing in his name, 3 They in his footsteps trod; Lo! now they reign with him above, And shall we not aspire Like them our course to run; That crown must first be won : Divinely taught, they show'd the way, END OF BOOK II. HYMNS ON THE SEASONS. NEW YEAR'S DAY. ORD! we are spared, and yet are found Now soon in heaven, or soon in hell, THE NEW YEAR. NOW, gracious Lord! thine arm reveal, And soften hearts of stone. Help us to venture near thy throne, |