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Though the dull Numbers rudely flow
And our cold Hearts but fain ly glow,
Our Raptures own a lefs Degree,

Yet Cherubs fing, and fo fhould we.
Th' Almighty hears and gives us leave to call
On him,the Judge, the Guide, and facred Lord
of All.

7All you that bend beneath theStroke of Time, And you whofe Cheeks confefs their healthy Prime,

Your Maker and Preferver praife, For Early and for Length of Davs; The pious and the grateful Song, Shall lifp upon the Infant's Tongue, Whileheav'nlyMercyfoothstheMourner'sCare

And bids the Innocent rejoice, the Sinner not

despair.

HYMN CLXI.

HARK! ye Mortals, hear the Trumpet
Sounding loud the mighty Roar;

Hark! th' Arch-angel's Voice proclaiming,
Thou, old Time, fhalt be no more.
Rolling Ages, &c. &c.

Now your folemn Clofe appears.
2 This great moving Frame of Nature,
That huge Mafs of blazing Day;
Yonder arch'd Expanfe of Heav'n,
Ye must all dissolve away.

Hark! th' Arch-angel, &c. &c.
Swells the folemn Summons loud.

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See the gloomy Pris'ners tifing,
Hells daik Caverns yawning wide;
Wild Confufion feize the Chriftlefs,
Horrors fill the fpacious Void:

Come, ye Mountains, &c. &c,
Hide us from his dire Revenge.

4 See the purple Banner flying,.
Hear the Judgment Chariot rolls
Hear the Saviour's Words of Mercy;
Come ye ranfom'd, heav'n-born Souls,
Judge thefe Nations, &c. &c.

5

Now they all fhall feel my Pow'r.

Hurld in countlefs Numbers downward,
See in wild Disorder driv'n;

Tortur d with Despair and Anguish,
Loft (and that for ever) Heav'n:
How tremendous, &c. &c.
Sounds their laft decifive Doom!

6 See the Souls that Earth defpifed,
In celestial Glories move;
Hallelujah's big with Wonder,
Hymning Chrift's eternal Love:
Hallelujah's, &c. &c.

Echo thro' the Realms of Light.

Joys' ectatic, Hymns harmonious,

in foft Symphony refound;

Angels, Seraphs, Harps, and Trumpets,

Swell

Swell the sweet angelic Sound;
Hal, Almighty, &c &c.

Great eternal Lord! Amen.

HYMN CLXII.

1 HAIL, thou happy Morn fo glorious,
Come, ye Saints, your Grief give o'er;
Sing how Jefus rofe victorious,
By his own almighty Pow'r:
Hallelujah, &c. &c.

To the glorious Son of God.

2 Tell us, Seraphs, ye that wonder'd,
When ye faw the Lord arife;
When ye faw him afcend yonder,
What were then your heav'nly Joys?
Then 'twas Glory, &c. &c.
To the conqu'ring King of Kings.

3 Countless Bands of Angels glorious,
Cloath'd in bright etherial Blue;
Straight the Sound of Chrift victorious,
From their fiver Trumpets flew;
Christ triumphant, &c. &c.
Rifes Conqu'ror o'er the Tomb,

4

See! my Friends, is that the Saviour

Who was crowned with the Thorns?
Glorious Majesty and Power, AK
Now his facred Head adorns!
Hallelujah, &c. &c.

That dear Head no more shall bleed.
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5 Is

s that he, who dy'd on Calv'ry,
That was pierced with the Spear?
Clad with countless Suns of Glory,
See he rifes thro' the Air:
Hallelujah, &c. &c.

Zion's Mourners now rejoice.

6 Was the Perfon then fo facred,

Which the Jews thus marr'd and spoil'd?
Yes, ye Saints, we own his Godhead;
Tho' by fome he's still revil'd:
All Creation, &c. &c.

Soon fhall own him Lord of All.

7 Tremble ye, who him rejected,
Lo! he breaks thro' yonder Cloud;
Rife, ye Saints, and fhout triumphant,
Victory thro' Jefu's Blood.

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Hark! the Trumpet, &c. &c.
Sounds the Refurrection-Morn.

HYMN CLXIII.

OCHARITY, divinely wife,

Thoumeek-ey'd daughter of thefkies!

From the pure fountain of eternal light,
Where fair, immutable, and ever bright,
The beatific vision shines,

And Angel with Archangel joins
In choral fongs to fing his praife,
Parent of life, antient of days;

Whe

Who was ere time exifted, and fhall be
Thro the wide round of vast eternity:
Oh come, thy warm benevolence impart,
Enlarge my feelings, and expand my heart!
2 O thou, enthron'd in realms above,
Bright effluence of that boundless love
Whencejoy and peace in ftreams unsullied flow;
Oh! deign to make thy lov'd abode below:
Tho' fweeter ftrains adorn'd my tongue
Than faint conceiv'd, or seraph fung,
And tho' my gloomy fancy caught
Whatever art, or nature taught;
Yet if this hard, unfeeling heart of mine
Ne' er felt thy force, O Charity divine!
An empty fhadow fcience would be found,
My knowledge ignorance, my wit a found.
3 Tho' my prophetic spirit knew
To bring futurity to view,

Without thy aid ev'n this wou'd nought avail,
For tongues (hall ceafe, and prophecies fhallfail:
Come then, thou sweet celeftial guest,
Shed thy foft influence o'er my breast,
Bring with thee Faith, divinely bright,
And Hope, fair harbinger of light,

To clear each mift with their pervading ray, To fit my foul for heav'n, and point the way Where perfect happiness her fway maintains, For there the God of peace for ever, ever reigns,

HYMN

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