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2. Thereto the church of Christ,
His flesh :||: and bone confess'd,
Sings, Amen! God be prais'd!
Above and here one voice doth sound:

Praise him who hath for us aton'd!
To God in highest strain!
To the Lamb slain !
All glory be! Amen.

3 When Christ, once crucified,
Returns with his pierc'd side
In glory, to his bride,

And all the world shall quake with fear,
Then will with joy 'fore him appear
The countless ransom'd race,
And sing his praise

In never-ceasing lays.

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T. 583.

931:* THANKS to our Lord for all the Wherewith his angels guard his chosen [race; Whene'er they ask for his supreme commands, [hands.

He gives them charge to bear us in their

932. T. 166. ANGELS astonish'd view their God As Son of man to sinners giv'n; With awe they saw his streaming blood, Were struck, and silence was in heav'n;

Now they with all the saints in light Worship the Lamb enthron'd above, And praise the length, the breadth, the height,

And depth of God's stupendous love.
933. T. 141.

HOLY, holy, holy,
Sings th' angelic choir;
Might we, sinners, truly
Glow with heav'nly fire;
Praising all together
Deeply bow'd in dust,
God, Jehovah, Father,
Son, and Holy Ghost.

XXXVIII. Of our Departure unto the Lord, and the Resurrection of the Body,

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2 I tell the hours and days and
And think them tedious ages,
Until the wish'd-for time appears
Which all my grief assuages;
Meanwhile with haste I forward press,
Till I arrive with thankfulness
At my desired haven.

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935.*

possess

T. 151. FAREWEL henceforth for ever, All empty worldly joys; Farewel, for Christ my Saviour Alone my thoughts employs: In heav'n's my conversation, Where the redeem'd In him complete salvation, The gift of God's free-grace. 2 Counsel me, dearest Jesus, According to thy heart; Heal thou all my diseases, And ev'ry harm avert : Be thou my consolation While here on earth I live, And at my expiration

Me to thyself receive.

3 May in my heart's recesses
Thy name and cross always
Shine forth, with all their graces,
To yield me joy, and peace;
Stand 'fore me in that figure,
Wherein thou bar'st for us
Justice in all its rigour,
Expiring on the cross.
936.* T. 146.
THE grace enjoy'd by faith
In Jesus' incarnation,
His wounds and bitter death,
Assures us of salvation;
Engageth our whole heart,
Prompts us to sing his praise,
Until we hence depart

To see him face to face.

2 If Jesus should appear

moment,

fear?

Now at this very What think should ye,

ye No, we with deep abasement, Yet joyful, would adore

The Lamb who shed his blood, And own him evermore

Our Saviour, Lord and God. 3 Ah, might the time soon come, When thou, our soul's Beloved, Shalt fetch thy children home; Our inmost soul is moved, To think we shall behold Him whom by faith we know, Chief Shepherd of his fold,

In whom we're one, and grow,

4 Hear thou our hearts' desire, Most gracious Lord and Saviour, Let us in peace expiré,

And rise to meet thy favor;
And when thou shalt assign
His doom to ev'ry one,
Thy righteousness divine
Shall be our boast alone,

T. 74.

937.*
THE Lord my Portion is,
I know no other bliss,
Here nor eternally,

But that which flows to me
From Jesus' blood and death,
Whereon I trust by faith.

2 Thou know'st, O God, that T,
Were I just now to die,
No Saviour have beside,
But Christ who for me dy'd;
He is my faithful Friend,
Whose mercies never end.

3 I shall, when time is o'er,
Behold for evermore
My Saviour, Lord and God,
Who bought me by his blood,
And view the wounds which he
Received once for me.

4 The time to time is known,
Meanwhile be this alone
My care, that thro' his grace
I so may run my race,
That I in faith may die,
And live eternally.

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LORD, my times are in thy hand,
Be they then at thy command;
Let me live to thee alone,
Then the sting of death is gone.
2 Whither should I, sinner, flee,
Lord, for shelter, but to thee?
Thou hast gone before, in grace,
To prepare a resting-place.
3 Bearing my sin's heavy load,
All thy steps were mark'd with blood,
From the garden to the cross,
Suff'ring to retrieve our loss.
4 By thy bitter
By thy life pour'd out for me,
Oh, let me, a sinner, find

agony,

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943. T. 166.

LORD, whither can I sinner flee,

When I go hence but to thy breast? For I have sought no other home,

For I have found no other rest. When earthly cares engross the mind, And turn my thoughts aside from thee, Then the successive days and nights

Seem long and wearisome to me. 2 My God, and can a needy child, That loves thee in humility, From thy dear presence be exil'd, Or ever separated be? O no, for in thy wounded hands By faith my name engrav'd I see; Firm and secure thy promise stands, Thatwhere thou art thy friends shall be.

IN

944. T. 96.

age and feebleness extreme,

2 Thrice happy they, who in this time Who shall a helpless worm redeem!

In Jesus Christ believe,

And as a living sacrifice

To him their bodies give.*

* Rom. xii, 1.

Jesus, my only hope thou art,

Strength of my failing flesh and heart! O could I catch a smile from thee, And drop into eternity!

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To have thee, tho' still unseen,

Ever near us-doth revive and cheer

us.

948. T. 590. OUR conversation is in heav'n,

Whence also we expect
The Lord our Saviour Christ to come,
And gather his elect.

Then shall be our vile body change,
And fashion it like his,
A glorious body, form'd for realms
Of everlasting bliss.

949.* T. 83.
CHRIST, my Rock, my sure Defence,
Jesus, my Redeemer liveth!
O! what pleasing hopes from thence
My believing heart deriveth!
Else death's long and gloomy night
Would my guilty soul affright.

2 Christ is risen from the dead,

Thou shalt rise too, saith my Saviour;
Of what should I be afraid!

I with him shall live for ever.
Can the HEAD forsake HIS limb,
And not draw me unto him?
3 No, my soul he cannot leave,
This, this is my consolation;
And my body in the grave
Rests in hope and expectation,
That this mortal flesh shall see
Incorruptibility.

4 Closely by love's sacred bands
I am join'd to him already,
And my faith's outstretched hands
To embrace my Lord are ready;
Death itself shall never part
Mine and my Redeemer's heart.

5 Flesh I bear, and therefore must
Unto dust be once reduced,
This I own, but from the dust

I shall be to life produced,
And, convey'd to endless bliss,
Live where my Redeemer is.
6 In my body, when restor❜d
To the likeness of his body,
I shall see my
God, my Lord,

My Beloved in his glory;
In my flesh eternally

My Redeemer I shall see.

7 These mine eyes most certainly
Shall behold and know my Saviour,
I, no stranger, no, ev'n I,

Him to see shall have the favor:.
Grieving, pining in that day
Ever shall be done away.

8 What here sickens, sighs,and groans,
Thereo'er death shall prove victorious;
Earthly here are sown my bones,
Heav'nly they shall rise, and glorious:
What is natural, sown here,
Shall once spiritual rise there.
9 Let us raise our minds above

This world's lusts, vain, transitory,
Cleave to him ev'n here in love,

Whom we hope to see in glory : May our minds tend constantly Where we ever wish to be.

950** T. 22.

My life I now to God resign,
At his decree I'll not repine,
Will he prolong my mournful days,
He'll help me, well to end
my race.
2 I go hence at th' appointed hour,
Nor would I wish to go before,
My hairs the Lord hath number'd all,
Without his will not one can fall.
3 Lord, what is man! a clod of earth,
A needy mortal from his birth,
Brought nothingwith him when he came,
And naked leaves this earthly frame.
4 Teach us to number so our days,
That we apply to wisdom's ways,
Knowing how swift our moments fly,
That all, both young and old, must die.
5 This is the fruit of Adam's fall;
Death, like a conqu'ror, seiz'd on all;
Sin gives him pow'r, there is no place,
Exempt from his continual chace.
6 Evil and few, as Jacob says,
Alas! I count my pilgrim-days;
When God shall call his servant home,
In hope of joy I'll meet the tomb.
7 How could I bear the guilt of sin,
Assailing me without, within,
Did I not know, God gave his Son,
Who did for all sins atone!

my
8 'Tis he, my Saviour Jesus Christ,
Who for my sins was sacrific'd,
And rose triumphant from the grave,
That he my soul from death might save.
9 To him I yield my life and breath,
His love will guide my soul thro' death,
And bring me to that blissful place,
Where I shall see him face to face.
10 My flesh meanwhile doth rest in hope,
Till in his likeness raised up;
Out of his hands no dust shall fall,
My body he'll to life recall..

11 This gives me comfort and relief,
In all my greatest pain and grief;
He'll wipe away my ev'ry tear,
When he in glory shall appear.

12 Humbly,Lord Christ, I thee address;
Ah! clothe me in thy righteousness;
Within thy wounds I crave a place,
There is my only happiness.

13 Amen! thou sov'reign God of love,
0 that when we hence remove,
grant
Our souls, redeemed by thy blood,
May find in thee their sure abode!

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my

LORD Jesus, Fountain of my life!
Sole comfort in this world of strife!
I come both
and
weary opprest,
And pray, Lord, take soul to rest!
2 When I shall yield my dying breath,
Support me by thy bitter death;
Thy mercy is my only plea;
Thy bonds have gain'd my liberty.
3 By all thou hast for me endur'd,
Thou hast eternal life procur'd;
Thy shame, reproach and thorny crown,
Gain'd for me glory and renown!
4 Thy stripes have me, a sinner, heal'd;
My pardon with thy blood is seal'd;
Thy agony, thy dying breath
Redeem'd me from eternal death.
5 Unto my heart when speech I want,
The utt'rance of thy Spirit grant:
O that my soul to heav'n may risé,
When death in darkness seals my eyes.

6 What songs of everlasting joy
Shall mine and angel's tongues employ!
How shall we to eternity
Exalt thy love and mercy free!

952. T. 22.

CHRIST's bitter death shall sweeten
My soul I to his care resign; [mine;
Since he laid down his life for me,
He'll keep me to eternity.

2 How glad am I, that I have known
What he to ransom me hath done!
How glad am I, that I believe,
Die when I will, he'll me receive!
3 Thanks be to thee, my gracious Lord,
That thou hast all my curse endur'd;
Nor doth the grave to me appear
A terror, since thou restedst there.

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