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The holy triumph of my soul,
Shall death itself out-brave;
And fly beyond the grave.
In heav'n's unmeasur'd space,
In pleasures and in praise. Millions of years my wand’ring eyes
Shall o'er thy beauties rove;
The glories of thy love.
Shall fresh endearments bring;
From all thy graces spring. Haste, my Beloved, fetch my soul
Up to thy bless'd abode: Fly, for my spirit longs to see
My Saviour, and God.
73. Time and Eternity: stephens. THEE we adore, eternal name,
And humbly own to thee, How feeble is our mortal frame,
What dying worms we be.
Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense,
To walk this dangerous road; And when our souls are taken bence,
May they be found with God.
Are graven on thy hands:
Where our salvation stands.
74. Spiritual Apparel; namely, The
Robe of Righteousness, and Garments of Salvation. Isaiah lxi. 10.
A WAKE, my heart, arise, my tongue,
Prepare a tuneful voice; In God, the life of all my joys,
Aloud will I rejoice. 'Twas he adorn'd my naked soul,
And made salvation mine; Upon a poor polluted worm,
He makes his graces shine.
Should on my soul be found,
And cast it all around.
How far this heavenly robe exceeds
What earthly princes wear!
How white the garments are !
And hope, and every grace;
The robe of righteousness. Strangely, my soul, thou art array'd
By the great sacred Three! In sweetest harmony of praise,
Let all thy powers agree.
175. The Wisdom of God.
ULVERSTON. WAIT, O my soul, thy Maker's will;
Tumultous passions, all be still; Nor let a murmuring thought arise, His ways are just, his councils wise. He in the thickest darkness dwells, Performs his works, the cause
conceals: But though his methods are unknown, Judgment and truth support his throne. In heaven, and earth, and air, and seas, He executes his firm decrees; And by his saints it stands confess'd That what he does is ever blest.
Wait then, my soul, submissive wait,
76. The Justice and Goodness of God.
GREAT God, my Maker, and my King,
Of thee I'll speak, of thee I'll sing?
77. The Consequences of Election.
Rom. viii. 33-39.
PORTUGAL. WHO shall condemn to endless flames
The chosen people of our God? Since in the book of life their names
Are fairly writ in Jesus' blood. He, for the sins of all th' elect,
Hath a complete atonement made; And justice never can expect
That the same debt should twice be paid. Not tribulation, nakedness,
The famine, peril, or the sword; Not persecution, or distress,
Can separate from Christ the Lord. Nor life, nor death, nor depth, nor height,
Nor powers below, nor powers above; Not present things, nor things to come,
Can change his purposes of love.
His sov'reign mercy knows no end,
His faithfulness shall still endure; And those who on his word depend,
Shall find his word for ever sure,