2 Legions of angels, strong and fair,
In countless armies shine

At his right hand, with golden harps,
To offer songs divine.

3 Hail prince! they cry, for ever hail!
Whose unexampled love,

Mov'd thee to quit these glorious realms,
Of royalty above.

4 While he did condescend on earth
To suffer rude disdain,

They cast their honours at his feet,
And waited in his train.

5 Through all his travels here below,
They did his steps attend,

Oft gaz'd, and wonder'd where at last,
This scene of love would end.

6 They saw his heart transfix'd with wounds, His crimson sweat and gore;

They saw him break the bars of death,
Which none e'er brake before.

7 They brought his chariot from above
To bear him to his throne,

Clapp'd their triumphant wings, and cry'd "The glorious work is done!"

WESLEY'S COLLECTION.

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HYMN DCCCXII.

The Sabbath.

ANON,

HE Lord of Sabbath let us praise,
In concert with the blest,

Who joyful in harmonious lays,
Employ an endless rest:

Thus, Lord, while we remember thee,
We blest and pious grow,
By hymns of praise we learn to be
Triumphant here below.

2 On this glad day a brighter scene
Of glory was 'display'd,

By God, th' Eternal Word, than when
The universe was made:

He rises, who mankind hath bought
With grief and pain extreme;

"Twas great to speak the world from nought, "Twas greater to redeem.

HYMN DCCCXIII.

Judgment; or, the Triumphs of Faith.

1 STAND the omnipotent decree;

Jehovah's will be done!
Nature's end we wait to see,
And hear her final groan;

ANON.

Though this earth dissolve and blend
In death the wicked and the just :
Though those ponderous orbs descend,
And grind us into dust:

2 Rests secure the righteous man,
At his Redeemer's beck,

Sure to emerge, and rise again,

And mount above the wreck :

Lo! the heavenly spirit towers,
Like flames, o'er nature's funeral pyre,
Triumphs in immortal powers,

And claps her wings of fire!

3 Nothing hath the just to lose
By worlds on worlds destroy'd;
Far beneath his feet he views
With smiles the flaming void;
Sees this universe renew'd

The grand millennial year begun:
Shouts with all the sons of God,
Around th' eternal throne!

4 Resting in this glorious hope,
To be at last restor❜d;
Yield we now our bodies up

To earthquake, plague, or sword; Listening for the call divine,

The latest trumpet of the seven ; Soon our soul and dust shall join, And both fly up to heaven.

WHITEFIELD'S COLLECTION.

HYMN DCCCXIV.

Christmas; or, the Birth of Christ.

WESLEY (supposed.)

1 HARK, the Herald-Angels sing
Glory to the new-born King!

Peace on earth and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconcil'd.

2 Joyful, all ye nations rise,
Join the triumphs of the skies;
Nature, rise and worship him
Who was born at Bethlehem.

[3 Christ, by highest heaven ador'd,
Christ, the everlasting Lord;
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of the virgin's womb.]

4 Veil'd in flesh the godhead see,
Hail the incarnate Deity!
Pleas'd as man with men t'appear,
Jesus, our Emmanuel here.

[5 Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace!
Hail, the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life around he brings,
Risen with healing in his wings.]

6 Mild he lays his glory by,

Born that men no more may die;
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth.

7 Come, Desire of Nations, come,
Fix in us thy heavenly home;
Rise, the woman's conquering seed,
Bruise in us the Serpent's head.

8 Adam's likeness now efface,
Stamp thine image in it's place;
Second Adam from above,
Reinstate us in thy love.

HYMN DCCCXV.

An Hymn on Spring.

ANON.

AIL! hail! reviv'd, reviving spring,
Fair type of heaven's eternal year;
While nature's works thy praises sing,
Lo! gratitude salutes thee here.
Swell, gently swell the solemn song,
Now pour the bounding notes along,
Teach choirs below to choirs above,
To echo back the common lay;
And as they praise unbounded love,
To join in bounty's holiday.

CHORUS.

To God the universal King,
Be sacred every grateful choir;
In endless hymns all praises sing,
That endless bounty can inspire.

2 All lost beneath stern winter's reign,
Creation's genial powers appear'd;
Spring called them into life again,

See, budding verdure shews they heard. Bless, bless, O man, the kind design, Whose nobler counterpart is thine; Thy powers a sterner winter froze, Till thy Messiah's cheering ray, Prolific of fair truth arose,

And shed the blaze of mental day.

CHORUS.

To God the, &c.