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3 With pining sickness I decay, 12 They praise the Lamb who once was Diseases wear my,
But we can add a higher strain ; [slain, But I shall soon his leave obtain
Not only say,
" He suffer'd thus :" To be releas'd from all my pain. But, that “ He suffer'd all for us." 4 Quickly, O Lord, thy angels charge 3 When angels by transgression fell, To set my longing soul at large; Justice consign'd them all to hell; Quickly ihy blessed hosts command But mercy form’d a wondrous plan To carry me to thy right hand. To save and honor fallen man. 5 My loving friends, farewel, farewel, 4 Jesus, who pass’d the angels by, I go with Jesus Christ to dwell, Assum'd our flesh to bleed and die; Welcome my heav'nly country now,
He who redeem'd us by his blood, Parents and brethren, all adieu ! As man, still fills the throne of God.
5 Immanuel, our Brother now, F. Concerning the holy Angels. Is he 'fore whom the angels bow;
They join with us to praise his name, 926.* T. 22.
But we the nearest ini’rest claim. To God let all the human race 6 But, ah, how faint our praises rise ! Bring adoration, thanks and praise ; Sure, 'tis the wonder of the skies, He makes his love and wisdom known That we, who share his richest love, By angels who surround his throne. So cold and unconcern'd should prove. 2 The angels, whom his breath inspires, 7 O glorious hour, it comes with speed, His ministers, are flaming fires,
When we from sin and darkness freed, With joy they in his service move,
Shall see our God who dy'd for man, To bear his vengeance or his love, And praise him more than angels can! 3 With gladness they obey his will,
92$.* And all his purposes fulhl; All those who Jesus' children are,
THE holy angels, Are special objects of their care.
When they to Christ draw near,
Fall down before him, 4 Our God defends us day by day
Their God, with holy fear,
And with profound humiliation,
2 Heirs of salvation, 5 O Lord, we'll bless thee all our days,
Redeemed with Christ's blood, Our souls shall glory in thy grace ; Their ministration Thy praiseshalldwell upon our tongues, Demands our gratitude; All saints and angels join our songs. They'll guard us till we shall assemble, 6 We pray thee, let the heav'nly host Where our joint voices shall fill the Be guardians of our land and coast, temple. Bid them watch o'er thy flock of grace, That we may lead a life of peace.
THE seraphim of God 927. T. 22.
Exalt :||: their voices loud, Now let us join our hearts and With joy 'fore him they shout; tongues,
Their holy choirs in heav'nly blaze And emulate the angels' songs; Sing constantly with cover'd face, For sinners may address their King Holy, Holy is God, -Holy is God, In songs that angels cannot sing. The Lord of Sabaoth !
2 Thereto the church of Christ,
T. 583. His flesh :fl: and bone confess'd, THANKS to our Lord for all the Sings, Amen! God be prais’d ! Above and here one voice doth sound: Wherewith his angels guard his chosen
[race; Praise him who hath for us aton'd! To God in highest strain !
Whene'er they ask for his supreme
commands, To the Lamb slain !
[hands. All glory be! Amen.
Hegives them charge to bear us in their 3 When Christ, once crucified,
T. 166. Returns :||: with his pierc'd side
ANGELS astonish'd view their God In glory, to his bride,
As Son of man to sinners giv'n; And all the world shall quake with fear, With awe they saw his streaming blood, Then will with joy 'fore him appear
Were struck, and silence was in The countless ransom'd race,
heav'n; And sing his praise
Now they with all the saints in light In never-ceasing lays.
Worship the Lamb enthron'd above, And praise the length, the breadth,
And depth of God's stupendous love.' 930. T. 14.
T. 141. YE angels, wlio excel in pow'r,
HOLY, holy, holy, Praise
and bless the Lord ! Ye who delight to do his will,
Sings th' angelic choir ; Laud him with one accord.
Might we, sinners, truly
Glow with heav'nly fire; 2 Yea, all his works, in ev'ry place, Praising all together Extol his holy name!
Deeply bow'd in dust, My thankful heart, my mind and soul; God, Jehovah, Father, Unite to praise the same !'
Son, and Holy Ghost.
XXXVIII. Of our Departure unto the Lord, and the
Resurrection of the Body,
3 Come, saith thy bride, who longs
for thee, THANK God, towards eternity
Of all else she is
weary, Another step is taken,
And prays to thee incessantly, My heart with longing turns to thee : Come, come, and do not tarry; Tho' not by thee forsaken,
Jesus, my Bridegroom, come to me, I long and pant for my
Thou know'st, O Lord, my soul to thee When I shall hence depart in peace,
Already is betrothed. To be with thee for ever.
4 I am assurd, nor life nor death 2 I tell the hours and days and years, Me from thy love can sever, And think them tedious
While I abide in thee by faith, Until the wish'd-for time
appears And taste thy love and favor ; Which all my grief assuages; What though this time seem long to Meanwhile with haste I forward press, me, Till I arrive with thankfulness A foretaste of eternity At my desired haven.
I have in thy communion.
4 Hear thou our hearts' desire, FAREWEL henceforth for ever,
Most gracious Lord and Saviour, All empty worldly joys;
Let us in peace expire, Farewel, for Christ
And rise to meet thy favor; my
Saviour Alone my thoughts employs:
And when thou shalt assign In heav'n's my conversation,
His doom to ev'ry one, Where the redeem'd possess
Thy righteousness divine
Shall be our boast alone. In him complete salvation,
The gift of God's free-grace, 2 Counsel me, dearest Jesus, According to thy heart;
THE Lord my Portion is, Heal thou all my diseases,
I know no other bliss, And ev'ry harm avert:
Here nor eternally, Be thou my consolation
But that which flows to me While here on earth I live,
From Jesus' blood and death, And at my expiration
Whereon I trust by faith. Me to thyself receive.
2 Thou know'st, O God, that I, 3 May
Were I just now to die,
No Saviour have beside, Shine forth, with all their graces,
But Christ who for me dy'd; To yield me joy and peace : He is my faithful Friend, Stand 'fore me in that figure,
Whose mercies never end. Wherein thou bar'st for us
3 I shall, when time is o'er, Justice in all its rigour,
Behold for evermore Expiring on the cross.
My Saviour, Lord and God, 936.* T. 146.
Who bought me by his blood,
And view the wounds which he THE grace enjoy'd by faith
Received once for me. In Jesus' incarnation,
4 The time to time is known, His wounds and bitter death,
Meanwhile be this alone Assures us of salvation;
My care, that thro' his grace Engageth our whole heart,
may run my race, Prompts us to sing his praise,
That I in faith may die, Until we hence depart
And live eternally. To see him face to face, 2 If Jesus should appear
fear? YE who Jesus' patients are, No, we with deep abasement, Let your hearts be tending Yet joyful, would adore
Thither, where ye wish to share The Lamb who shed his blood, Bliss that's never ending; And own him evermore
O may ye-constantly, Our Saviour, Lord and God. Wean'd from things terrestrial, 3 Ah, might the time soon come,
Look for joys celestial. When thou, our soul's Beloved, 2 Fixing all our thoughts above, Shalt fetch thy children home;
Where each true believer Our inmost soul is moved, Will, for his redeeming love, To think we shall behold
Praise the Lord for ever, Him whom by faith we know, Here, by faith-in his death, Chief Shepherd of his fold,
We find consolation In whom we're one,
grow, And complete salvation,
939. T. 244.
3 He is, as long as life shall last,
The Source of all their bliss, How soon, exalted Jesus, And when they from this world depart, Thou wilt to us reveal
They see him as he is. Thy countenance most glorious,
4 Lord, may I live to thee by faith, That none as yet can tell;
To thee Ó may I die, So as thou didst appear
For thine I am in life and death,
Thine, thine eternally.
942. 2 Till then, thou wilt call over, ALTHO’a pardon'd sinner's mind Out of thy family,
To be with Christ is most inclin'd, Now one, and then another, Yet, long as he remaineth here, To be at rest with thee:
Be it a day, a month, or year, (grace, O grant us needful grace,
If but his heart be daily cheer'd by That we may run our race
With patience he can run his destin'd Relying on thy mercy, Till we shall see thy face.
2 We in this world no city have
Where we to fix our dwelling crave; 940.
For as a travller on the road LORD, my times are in thy hand,
Oft rests, but hath no fix'd abode,
Life's comforts thus we welcome, not Be they then at thy command ;
[view. Let me live to thee alone,
But keep our heav'nly mansion still in Then the sting of death is gone. 2 Whither should I, sinner, flee,
943. Lord, for shelter, but to thee ? LORD, whither can I sinner flee, Thou hast gone before, in grace, When I
go hence but to thy breast? To prepare a resting-place.
For I have sought no other home, 3 Bearing my sin's heavy load,
For I have found no other rest. All thy steps were mark'd with blood, When earthly cares engross the mind, From the garden to the cross,
And turn my thoughts aside from thee, Suff’ring to retrieve our loss.
Then the successive days and nights 4 By thy bitter agony,
Seem long and wearisome to me.
2 My God, and can a needy child, By thy life pour'd out for me,
That loves thee in humility, Oh, let me, a sinner, find
From thy dear presence be exild,
Or ever separated be?
By faith my name engrav'd I see; WHETHER the period of this life
Firm and secure thy promise stands, Be long or short, we know,
Thatwhere thouartthy friends shall be. Tis in itself of no great weight,
944. T. 96. We're pilgrims here below.
and feebleness extreme, 2 Thrice happy they, who in this time Who shall a helpless worm redeem! In Jesus Christ believe,
Jesus, my only hope thou art, And as a living sacrifice
Strength of my failing flesh and heart ! To him their bodies give.* O could I catch a smile from thee, * Rom. xii, 1,
And drop into eternity!
945.* T. 168.
12 Christ is risen from the dead, MAKE my calling and election,
Thou shalt rise too, saith my Saviour;
Of what should I be afraid ! Jesus, ev'ry day more sure;
I with him shall live for ever.
Can the head forsake his limb,
This, this is my consolation;
And my body in the grave
Rests in hope and expectation,
That this mortal flesh shall see 946.* T. 37.
Incorruptibility. My happy lot is here
4 Closely by love's sacred bands The Lamb to follow;
I am join'd to him already,
faith's outstretched hands Each step to hallow,
To embrace my Lord are ready; And thus await the time
Death itself shall never part
Redeemer's heart. . Will call me herce, with him
5 Flesh I bear, and therefore must To live for ever.
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 But the favor
To the likeness of his body, To have thee, tho' still unseen,
I shall see my God, my Lord, Ever near us—doth revive and cheer My Beloved in his glory;
In my flesh eternally
My Redeemer I shall see. 948. - T. 590.
7 These mine eyes most certainly Shall behold and know
Saviour, OUR conversation is in heav'n,
I, no stranger, no, ev'n I, Whence also we expect
Him to see shall have the favor: The Lord our Saviour Christ to come, Grieving, pining in that day And gather his elect.
Ever shall be done away. Then shall he our vile body change,
s What here sickens, sighs and groans, And fashion it like his, A glorious body, form'd for realms
Thereo'erdeath shall provevictorious; Of everlasting bliss.
Earthly here are sown my bones,
Heav'nly they shall rise, and glorious:
What is natural, sown here,
Shall once spiritual rise there.
This world's lusts, vain, transitory, O! what pleasing hopes from thence Cleave to him ev'n here in love, My believing heart deriveth!
Whom we hope to see in glory: Else death's long and gloomy night May our minds tend constantly Would my guilty soul affright. Where we ever wish to be.