Part 3 (2/2)

Hymn 1:20.

Spiritual apparel; namely, the robe of righteousness, and garments of salvation, Isa. 61. 10.

1 Awake, my heart, arise, my tongue, Prepare a tuneful voice, In G.o.d 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 s.h.i.+ne.

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 heavenly robe exceeds What earthly princes wear!

These ornaments, how bright they s.h.i.+ne!

How white the garments are!

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

6 Strangely, my soul, art thou array'd By the great sacred Three: In sweetest harmony of praise Let all thy powers agree.

Hymn 1:21.

A vision of the kingdom of Christ among men, Rev. 21. 1-4.

1 Lo, what a glorious sight appears To our believing eyes!

The earth and sea are pa.s.s'd away, And the old rolling skies.

2 From the third heaven where G.o.d resides, That holy happy place, The New Jerusalem comes down Adorn'd with s.h.i.+ning grace.

3 Attending angels shout for joy, And the bright armies sing, ”Mortals, behold the sacred seat ”Of your descending King.

4 ”The G.o.d of glory down to men ”Removes his blest abode, ”Men the dear objects of his grace, ”And he the loving G.o.d.

5 ”His own soft hand shall wipe the tears ”From every weeping eye, ”And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears, ”And death itself shall die.”

6 How long, dear Saviour, O how long, Shall this bright hour delay!

Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time, And bring the welcome day.

Hymn 1:22. [Supplement.]

Flesh and Spirit. Rom. 8. 1.

1 What vain desires, and pa.s.sions vain, Attend this mortal clay!

Oft have they pierc'd my soul with pain, And drawn my heart astray.

2 How have I wander'd from my G.o.d, And following sin and shame In this vile world of flesh and blood Defil'd my n.o.bler frame!

3 For ever blessed be thy grace That form'd my soul anew, And made it of an heaven-born race, Thy glory to pursue.

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