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3 But whence a conquest so divine Gain'd by such feeble hands as mine? Or whence can sinful mortals boast

()'er Satan and his rebel-host ? 4 'Twas from thy blood, thou slaughter'd Lamb,

That all our palms and triumphs came;
Thy cross, thy spear, inflicts the stroke,

By which the monster's head is broke. 5 Thy faithful word our hope maintains

Through all our combat and our pains;

The accents of thy heavenly breath · Thy soldiers bear through wounds and death. 6 Triumphant Lamb, in worlds unknown, With transport round thy radiant throne, Thy happy legions, al complete, Shall lay their laurels at thy feet.

CCCLVII. The Song of Moses and the Lamb. Revelation sy. 3. i ISRAEL, the tribute bring

To God's victorious name;
The song of Moses sing,
Of Moses and the Lamb:

Improve his lays* ;
The theme exceeds,

And nobler deeds
· · Demand our praise.
2 The prince of hell arose
With impious rage and pride,
And 'midst our numerous foes
Our feeble power defy'd ;

“I will o'ertake,
“ And I destroy,
" My hand with joy

“ Shall force thee back.” 3 Thy hand, Almighty Lord,

Thy trembling Israel saves;
Thine unresisted word
Divides the threatening waves :

Thy hosts pass o'er ;
The foe o'erthrown
Sinks like a stone

To rise no more.
4. Our triumphs we prepare,

And cheerful anthems raise :

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Jehovah's arm made bare
Demands immortal praise

And while we sing,
. Ye shores, proclaim

His wondrous name,

Ye desarts, ring !
5 Through all the wilderness

Thy presence, Lord, shall lead ;
And bring us to the place,
Thy sovereign love decreed;

Those blissful plains,
Where all around,
Hosannas sound,

And transport reigns.
CCCLVIII. The Conquest of Death and Grief hy Views of the heatenly

State. Revelation xxi. 4.
IT IFT up, ye saints, your weeping eyes,

Suspend your sorrows and your sighs ;
Turn all your groans to joyful songs,

Which Jesus dictates to your tongues.
2 Thus saith the Saviour from his throne;

“ Behold all former things are gone,
Past like an anxious dream away,

“ Chas’d by the golden beams of day!
3 " See, in celestial pomp array'd,

" A new-created world display'd ;
“ Mark with what light its prospects shine

“ How grand, how various, how divine !
4." There my own gentle hand shall dry

Each tear from each o'erflowing eye,
And open wide my friendly breast

To lull the weary soul to rest.
5 “ No more shall grief assail your heart,

“ No boding fear, no piercing smart ;
For ever there my people dwell

“ Beyond the range of death and hell."
6 Vain king of terrors, boast no more

Thine ancient wide-extended power ;
Each saint in life with Christ his head

Shall reign, when thou thyself art dead.
CCCLIX. Christ, the Root and Offspring of David, and the Morning

Star. Revelation xxii. 16.
LL HAIL, mysterious king!
Hail, David's ancient root!

3 But whence a conquest so divine Gain'd by such feeble hands as mine? Or whence can sinful mortals boast

()'er Satan and his rebel-host ? 4. 'Twas from thy blood, thou slaughter'd Lamb,

That all our palms and triumphs came;
Thy cross, thy spear, inficts the stroke,

By which the monster's head is broke. 5 Thy faithful word our hope maintains

Through all our combat and our pains;

The accents of thy heavenly breath · Thy soldiers bear through wounds and deaths. 6 Triumpbant Lamb, in worlds unknown, With transport round thy radiant throne, Thy happy legions, al complete, Sball lay their laurels at thy feet.

CCCLVII. The Song of Moses and the Lamb. Revelation xv. 3. i TSRAEL, the tribute bring

To God's victorious name;
The song of Moses sing,
Of Moses and the Lamb:

Improve his lays*;
The theme exceeds,
And nobler deeds

Demand our praise.
2 The prince of bell arose
With impious rage and pride,
And 'midst our numerous foes
Our feeble power defy'd ;

“ I will o'ertake,
" And I destroy,
" My hand with joy

• Shall force thee back.”
3 Thy hand, Almighty Lord,

Thy trembling Israel saves ;
Thine unresisted word
Divides the threatening waves :

Thy hosts pass o'er ;
The foe o'erthrown
Sinks like a stone

To rise no more.
4. Our triumphs we prepare,

And cheerful anthems raise : :

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* Songs of praise.

Jehovah's arm made bare
Demands immortal praise

And while we sing,
Ye shores, proclaim
His wondrous name,

Ye desarts, ring!
5 Through all the wilderness

Thy presence, Lord, shall lead;
And bring us to the place, .
Thy sovereign love decreed ;

Those blissful plains,
Where all around,
Hosannas sound,

And transport reigns,
CCCLVIII. The Conquest of Death and Grief hy Views of the heavenly

State. Revelation xxi. 4.
1 IFT up, ye saints, your weeping eyes,

Suspend your sorrows and your sighs ;
Turn all your groans to joyful songs,

Which Jesus dictates to your tongues.
2 Thus saith the Saviour from his throne;

Behold all former things are gone,
" Past like an anxious dream away,

“ Chas'd by the golden beams of day!
3 " See, in celestial pomp array'd,

" A new-created world display'd ;
“ Mark with what light its prospects shine!

“ How grand, how various, how divine!
4 “ There my own gentle hand shall dry

“Each tear from each o'erflowing eye,
" And open wide my friendly breast

" To lull the weary soul to rest.
5 “ No more shall grief assail your heart,

“ No boding fear, no piercing smart';
“For ever there my people dwell

“ Beyond the range of death and hell."
6 Vain king of terrors, boast no more

Thine ancient wide-extended power ;
Each saint in life with Christ his head

Shall reign, when thou thyself art dead.
CCCLIX. Christ, the Root and Offspring of David, and the Morning

Star. Revelation xxii. 16.
LL HAIL, mysterious king!
Hail, David's ancient root

Thou Righteous Branch, which thence did spring

To give the nations fruit.
2 Our weary souls shall rest

Beneath thy grateful shade ;
Our thirsting lips salvation taste;

Our fainting hearts are glad.
3 Fair Morning-star, arise,

With living glories bright,
And pour on these awakening eyes

A dood of sacred light.
4. The horrid gloom is fled,

Pierc'd by thy beauteous ray ;
Shine, and our wandering footsteps lead

To everlasting day.

CCCLX. Christ's Invitations echoed back, 8c. Revelation xxii, 17. i HOW free the fountain flows

Of endless life and joy!
That spring, which no confinement knows,

Whose waters never cloy!
2 How sweet the accents sound

From the Redeemer's tongue !
66 Assemble, all ye nations round,

In one obedient throng.
3 « The Spirit bears the call

" To all the distant lands;
• The church, the bride, reflects it back,

• While Jesus waiting stands.
4 “Ho, every thirsty soul,

Approach the sacred spring;
" Drink, and your fainting spirits cheer;

“ Renew the draught, and sing.
5 - Let all, that will, approach ;

“ The water freely take;
6 Free from my opening heart it flows

“ Your raging thirst to slake.”
6 With thankful hearts we come

To taste the offered grace;
And call on all that hear to join

The trial, and the praise.

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