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4 Born into the world above,

They our happy brother greet;
Bear him to the Throne of Love,

Place him at the Saviour's feet:
Jesus smiles, and says "Well done,

Good and faithful servant thou!
Enter, and receive thy crown,

Reign with me triumphant now!'

XXII. C. WESLEY. Confidence of Saints in the Day of Judgment. 1 STAND the omnipotent decree!

Jehovah's will be done;
Nature's end we wait to see,

And hear her final groan:
Let this earth dissolve, and blend
In death the wicked and the just;
Let those ponderous orbs descend,

And grind us into dust:
2 Rests secure the rightecus 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 his wings of fire! 3 Nothing hath the just to lose,

By worlds on worlds destroyed;
Far beneath his feet he views,

With smiles, the flaming void;

Sees this universe renewed; The grand millennial reign begun; Shouts with all the sons of God

Around the eternal throne.


The Last Day.
1 That day of wrath, that dreadful day,

When heaven and earth shall pass away,
What power shall be the sinner's stay?

How shall he meet that dreadful day? 2 When shrivelling like a parched scroll,

The flaming heavens together roll,
When louder yet, and yet more dread,

Swells the high trump that wakes the dead; 3 Oh, on that day, that wrathful day,

When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be Thou the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away.


Light of Religion.
1 Were all our hopes and all our fears

Confined within life's narrow bound;
If, travellers through this vale of tears,

We saw no better world beyond;
2 Did not a sunbeam break the gloom,

And not a floweret smile beneath;
Who could exist in such a tomb?
Who dwell amid the shades of death?

3 And such were life without the ray

From our divine religion given:
'Tis this, that makes our darkness day;

'Tis this, that makes our earth a heaven. 4 Bright is the golden sun above,

And beautiful the flowers that bloom,
And all is joy, and all is love,
Reflected from a world to come.

XXV. DRYDEN, altered.

*Creator Spirit, by whose aid.' 1 Oh! source of uncreated light!

By whom the worlds were raised from night;
Come, visit every pious mind;

Come, pour thy joys on human kind.
2 Plenteous in grace, descend from high,

Rich in thy matchless energy;
From sin and sorrow set us free,
And make us temples worthy thee.
Cleanse and refine our earthly parts,
Inflame and sanctify our hearts,
Our frailties help, our vice control,

Submit the senses to the soul.
4 Thrice holy fount! thrice holy fire!

Our hearts with heavenly love inspire;
Make us eternal truths receive,

Aid us to live as we believe.
5 Chase from our path each noxious foe,

And peace, the fruit of love, bestow;
And, lest our feet should step astray,
Protect and guide us in our way.


Ascension of Christ. 1 'Sir thou on my right hand, my Son!' saith the

Sit thou on my right hand, my Son !

Till in the fatal hour

Of my wrath, and my power, Thy foes shall be a footstool to thy throne!' 2 Prayer shall be made through thee, my Son!'

saith the Lord.
Prayer shall be made through thee, my Son!

From earth and air and sea,

And all that in them be, Which thou for thine heritage hast won!' 3 Daily be thou praised, my Son!' saith the Lord. Daily be thou praised, my Son!

And all that live and move,

Let them bless thy bleeding love, And the work which thy worthiness hath done!'

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Non nobis Domine. Not unto us, O Lord, not unto us, but unto thy name give glory. The Lord hath been mindful of us, and he will bless us; he will bless them that fear his name, both great and small. All the whole heavens are the Lord's; the earth hath be given to the children of men. The dead praise not thee, O Lord, neither they that go down into silence. But we will praise the Lord from this time forth, and for evermore.

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