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HYMN 81. (C. M.)
Confessing Goodness.

AWAKE, my heart, arise my tongue,

Prepare a tuneful voice;

In God, the life of all my joys,
Aloud will I rejoice.

2 'Tis he adorn'd my naked soul,
And made salvation mine;

Upon a poor polluted worm,
He makes his graces shine.
3 And lest the shadow of a spot
Should on my soul be found,

He took the robe the Saviour wrought,
And cast it all around.

4 How far the heav'nly robe exceeds
What earthly princes wear!
These ornaments, how bright they shine!
How white the garments are!

5 The Spirit wrought my faith and love,
And hope, and ev'ry grace;
But Jesus spent his life to work
The robe of righteousness.

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HYMN 82. (C. M.)
Wisdom of God.

O, what a glorious sight appears
To our believing eyes!

The earth and seas are pass'd away,

And the old rolling skies.

2 From the third heav'n where God resides,

That holy, happy place,

The new Jerusalem comes down,
Adorn'd with shining grace.

3 The God of glory down to men
Removes his blest abode;

Men, the dear objects of his grace
And he the loving God.

4 His own soft hand shall wipe the tears
From ev'ry weeping eye;

And pains and groans, and griefs and fears, And death itself, shall die.

HYMN 83. (C. M.)

1 WHEN from the dead he rais'd his Son,

And call'd him to the sky;

He gave our souls a lively hope,
That they should never die.

2 What tho' our inbred sins require
Our flesh to see the dust;

Yet as the Lord our Saviour rose,
So all his foll'wers must!

3 There's an inheritance divine,
Reserv'd against that day;
'Tis uncorrupted, undefil'd,
And cannot waste away.

4 Bless'd be the everlasting God,
The Father of our Lord;

Be his abounding mercy prais'd,
His majesty ador'd!

5 Saints by the pow'r of God are kept,
Till the salvation come;

We walk by faith, as strangers here,
"Till Christ shall call us home.

HYMN 84. (C. M.)
A Saint prepared to die.

1 DEATH may dissolve my body now,

And bear my spirit home,

Why do my minutes move so slow,
Nor my salvation come?

2 With heav'nly weapons I have fought
The battles of the Lord,

Finish'd my course, and kept the faith,
And wait the sure reward.

3 God hath laid up in heaven for me,
A crown which cannot fade;

The righteous Judge, at that great day,
Shall place it on my head.

4 Jesus, the Lord, shall guard me safe
From ev'ry ill design;
And to his heav'nly kingdom take
This feeble soul of mine.

5 God is my everlasting aid,

And hell shall rage in vain;
To him be highest glory paid,
And endless praise-Amen.

HYMN 85. (L. M.)
Man's Sin.

1 FROM tort'ring racks and burning fires,

And seas of their own blood, they came:
But nobler blood has wash'd their robes,
Flowing from Christ the dying Lamb.

2 What happy men or angels these
That all their robes are spotless white?

3 Pains of the flesh are wont t' abuse
Our minds with slavish fears;

"Our days are past, and we shall lose
"The remnant of our years."

4 If half the strings of life should break,
He can our frame restore:
He casts our sins behind his back,
And they are found no more.

5 Jehovah speaks the healing word,
And no disease withstands:
Fevers and plagues obey the Lord,
And fly at his commands.

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HYMN 89. (C. M.)

Acknowledging God.

HO dares refuse to fear thy name,
Or worship at thy throne!

Thy judgments speak thine holiness,

'Thro' all the nations known.

2 Great God, how wond'rous are thy works
Of vengeance and of grace?
Thou king of saints, Almighty Lord,
How just and true thy ways!

3 Great Babylon, that rules the earth,
Drunk with the martyrs blood,
Her crimes shall speedily awake
The fury of our God.

4 We sing the glories of thy love,
We sound thy dreadful name;

The Christian church unites the songs
Of Moses and the Lamb.

HYMN 90. (L. M.)
Confessing God.

ET mortal tongues attempt to sing


The wars of heaven, when Michael stood Chief general of th' Eternal King,

And fought the battles of our God. 2 Against the dragon and his host, The armies of the Lord prevail: In vain they rage, in vain they boast; Their courage sinks, their weapons fail. 3 Down to the earth was Satan thrown; Down to the earth his legions fell; Then was the trump of triumph blown, And shook the dreadful deeps of hell. 4 'Twas by thy blood, immortal Lamb! Thine armies trod the tempter down; 'Twas by thy word, and pow'rful name, They gain'd the battle and renown. 5 Rejoice, ye heav'ns! let ev'ry star Shine with new glories round the sky: Saints, while ye sing the heav'nly war, Raise your Deliv'rer's name on high.


HYMN 91. (L. M.)

The Power of God.

HE said, and dreadful as he stood,

He sunk the millstone in the flood:

"Thus terrible shall Babel fall,
Thus, and no more be found at all.”

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