7 But there's an hour of brighter joy
When he his angels fends
Obftinate rebels to destroy,

And gather in his friends.

8 Q! could I fay, without a doubt,
There fhall my foul be found,
Then let the great arch-angel fhout,
And the laft trumpet found.

HYMN XXVI.

Miracles in the Life, Death, and Refurrection of Christ.

B

To the French 100 Pfalm Tune.

Ehold the blind their fight receive;
Behold the dead awake and live;
The dumb fpeak wonders; and the lame
Leap like the hart, and bless his name.
2 Thus doth th' Eternal Spirit own
And seal the miffion of the Son;
The Father vindicates his cause,
While he hangs bleeding on the cross.

3 He dies; the heav'ns in mourning He rifes, and appears a God;

[stood;

Behold the Lord afcending high,
No more to bleed, no more to die.
4 Hence and for ever from my heart
I bid my doubts and fears depart,

And to thofe hands my foul refign
Which bears credentials fo divine.

H Y M N XXVII.

God All, and in all, Pfalm lxxiii, 25,
To Southwel Tune.

M

Y God, my life, my love,
To thee, to thee I call,

I cannot live, if thou remove,
For thou art ALL in All.

[2 Thy fhining grace can chear
This dungeon where I dwell;
'Tis paradife when thou art here,
If thou depart, 'tis hell.]

[3 The fmilings of thy face,
How amiable they are;

Tis heav'n to reft in thine embrace,
And no where else but there.]

[4 To thee, and thee alone,
The angels owe their blifs;
They fit around thy gracious throne,
And dwell where JESUS is.]
[5 Not all the harps above
Can make a heav'nly place,
If God his refidence remove,
Or but conceal his face :

6 Nor earth, nor all the sky
Can one delight afford,

No,

No, not a drop of real joy
Without thy prefence, Lord.
7 Thou art the sea of love
Where all my pleasures roll,
The circle where my paffions move,
And centre of my foul.

[8 To thee my fpirits fly,

With infinite defire,

And yet how far from thee I lie!
Dear JESUS, raise me higher.]

HYMN XXVIII.

The Miniftry of Angels, By Dr.Watts.

H

To the 100 Pfalm Tune.

IGH on a hill of dazling light, The King of glory spreads his feat, And troops of angels ftretch'd for flight Stand waiting round his awful feet.

2 *Go, faith the Lord, my Gabriel, go Salute the Virgin's fruitful womb;

Make hafte, ye Cherubs, down below, Sing and proclaim the Saviour come.

3 Here a bright fquadron leaves the skies, And thick around Elifba ftands;

Anon a heavenly foldier flies,

And breaks the chains from Peter's hands.

§ 2 Kings vi. 17.

4 Thy winged Troops, O God of Hofts, Wait on thy wand'ring church below; Here we are failing to thy coafts, Let angels be our convoy too.

5 Are they not all thy fervants, Lord? At thy command they go and come, With chearful hafte obey thy word, And guard thy children to their home.

HYMN XXIX.
SALVATION.

To St. James's Tune: Or, as Pfalm 19.

SAI

Alvation! O the joyful found!
'Tis pleasure to our ears;

A fov'reign balm for every wound,
A cordial for our fears.

2 Bury'd in forrow and in fin,
At hell's dark door we lay,
But we arife by grace divine
To fee a heavenly day.
3 Salvation! let the eccho fly
The spacious earth around,
While all the armies of the sky
Confpire to raise the found.
Honour to thee, Almighty Three
And Everlafting One;

All glory to the Father be,
The Spirit, and the Son.

HYMN