2 This had she known, her, fainting mind, For richer draughts had sigh'd; Nor had Messiah, ever kind,
Those richer draughts deny'd.
3 This ancient well (no glass so true) Britannia's image shows; Now Jesus travels Britain through, But who the stranger knows?
4 Yet Britain must the stranger know, Or soon her loss deplore; Behold! the living waters flow; Come drink, and thirst no more.
HYMN DCCLXXIV.
The Resurrection.
E sing his love, who once was slain, Who soon o'er death reviv'd again, That all his saints through him might have Eternal conquests o'er the grave.
Soon shall the trumpet sound, and we Shall rise to immortality.
2 The saints who now in Jesus sleep, His own almighty power shall keep, Till dawns the bright illustrious day, When death itself shall die away.
3 How loud shall our glad voices sing, When Christ his risen saints shall bring From beds of dust, and sleeping clay, To realms of everlasting day.
4 When Jesus we in glory meet Our utmost joys shall be complete; When landed on that heavenly shore, Death and the curse shall be no more. 5 Hasten, dear Lord, the glorious day, And this delightful scene display, When all thy saints from death shall rise, Raptur'd in bliss beyond the skies.
LADY HUNTINGDON'S COLLECTION.
1 CAPTAIN of thine enlisted host,
Display thy glorious banner high; The summons send from coast to coast, And call a numerous army nigh.
2 A solemn jubilee proclaim,
Proclaim the great sabbatic day: Assert the glories of thy name, Spoil satan of his wish'd-for prey! 3 Bid, bid thy heralds publish loud The peaceful blessings of thy reign: And when they speak of sprinkling blood, The mystery to the heart explain.
4 Fight for thyself, O Jesus fight, The travail of thy soul regain,
Before the blind make darkness light, And crooked paths do thou make plain.
1 AND let this feeble body fail,
And let it faint or die;
My soul shall quit the mournful vale, And soar to worlds on high: Shall join the disembody'd saints, And find it's long sought rest, (The only rest for which it pants) On the Redeemer's breast.
2 In hope of that immortal crown, I now the cross sustain ; And gladly wander up and down, And smile at toil and pain, I travel my appointed years, "Till my Deliverer come,
And wipe away his servant's tears, And take his exile home.
Looking upwards in a Storm; or, Faith in Affliction.
1 THE billows swell, the winds are high, Clouds overcast my wintery sky;
Out of the depths to thee I call, My fears are great, my strength is small.
2 O Lord, the pilot's part perform,
And guide and guard me through the storm; Defend me from each threatening ill,
Controul the waves, say "Peace be still."
3 Amidst the roaring of the sea,
My soul still hangs her hope on Thee; Thy constant love, thy faithful care, Is all that saves me from despair.
4 Dangers of every shape and name Attend the followers of the Lamb, Who leave the world's deceitful shore, And leave it to return no more.
5 Though tempest-toss'd and half a wreck, My Saviour through the floods I seek; Let neither winds nor stormy main, Force back my shatter'd bark again.
For the Spread of the Gospel; or, for the latter
ER those gloomy hills of darkness Look, my soul, be still and gaze, See, the morning's kindling blushes! Hail the rising day of grace! Blessed jubilee,
See the glorious day-spring dawn.
2 Let the Indian, let the Negro, Let the rude Barbarian see, That divine and glorious conquest Once obtain on Calvary; Let the Gospel
Soon resound from pole to pole.
3 Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness, Let them have the glorious light, And from eastern coast to western May the morning chase the night, And redemption
Freely purchas'd win the day.
4 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel, Win and conquer, never cease; May thy lasting wide dominions Multiply and still increase; May thy sceptre
Sway th' enlighten'd world around!
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