Will not the righteous Judge beftow The prize on all who feek him here; And long, while fojourning below,

To fee their much-lov'd Lord appear?

He will (our hearts cry out), he will
Thefe eager wifhes more than meet,
Thefe infinite defires fulfil,

And make our happiness complete,
O what a foul-o'erpow'ring thought!
'Tis ecftacy too great to bear:
We all at once hall be up caught,
And meet our Jefus in the air!

HYMN CXCVIII. The Same.

of

H, lovely appearance of death! No fight upon earth is fo fair, Not all the gay pageants that breathe Can with a dead body compare.

With folemn delight I furvey

The corpfe when the fpirit is fled,
In love with the beautiful clay,
And longing to lie in his ftead.

How bleft is our brother bereft
Of all that could burden his mind;
How eafy the foul that hath left
This wearifome body behind!

Of evil incapable thou,

Whofe relics with envy I fee: No longer in mifery now,

No longer a finner like me.

This earth is affected no more
With fickness, or fhaken with pain;
The war in the members is o'er,
And never fhall vex him again;
No anger henceforward, or shame,
Shall redden this innocent clay :
Extinct is the animal flame,
And paffion is vanish'd away.
This languishing head is at reft,
Its thinking and aching are o'er;
This quiet immoveable breaft

Is heav'd by affliction no more:
This heart is no longer the feat
Of trouble and torturing pain;

It ceases to flutter and beat,
It never shall flutter again.
The lids he fo feldom could close,
By forrow forbidden to fleep,
Seal'd up in the sweetest repofe,

Have strangely forgotten to weep: The fountains can yield no fupplies, These hollows from waters are free, The tears are all wip'd from these eyes, And evil they never fhall fee!

To mourn and to fuffer is mine, While bound in a prifon I breathe, And still for deliverance pine,

And prefs to the iffues of death: What now with my tears I bedew, O might I this moment become; My fpirit created anew,

My fiefh be confign'd to the tomb!

HYMN CXCIX. The Same.

JESUS, come, our deareft Jefus,
Save us from the world beneath;
From a life of pain release us,
From a life of daily death;
Liften to the ceafelefs moaning
Of thy plaintive turtle-dove;
Anfwer, Lord, the fpirit's groaning,
Take us to our church above.
Many faints are gone before us
To the manfion of the grave;
Jefus, come! to life restore us,
Us from all our trouble fave;
Us, in infinite compaffion,

To our happier friends unite;
Raife us to our highest station,
Rank us with thy faints in light.
Still we bear about thy dying,
In our feeble bodies here,

Languishing for thee, and crying,
Light of Life, in us appear.
Take us to thy kind embraces,
To thy heav'nly banquet lead;
Wipe the forrow from our faces,
Set the crown upon our head.

HYMN CC. Chrift's Nativity.

ALL glory to God, and peace upon earth,
Be publish'd abroad, at Jesus's birth;
The forfeited favour of Heaven we find
Reftor'd in the Saviour and friend of man
kind.

Then let us behold Meffiah the Lord,
By prophets foretold, by angels ador'd;
Our God's incarnation with angels proclaim,
And publish falvation in Jesus's name.
Our newly-born King by faith we have seen,
And joyfully fing his goodness to men ;
That all men may wonder at what we impart,
And thankfully ponder his love in their heart.
What mov'd the Moft High fo greatly to
stoop?

He comes from the fky our fouls to lift up;
That finners forgiven, might happy return'
To God and to heav'n-their Maker is born.
Immanuel's love let finners confefs,

Who comes from above, to bring us his peace;

Let ev'ry believer his mercy adore,

And praife him for ever, when time is no

more.

HYMN CCI. The Same,

AWAY with our fears!

The Godhead appears,

In Chrift reconcil'd,

The Father of mercies, in Jefus the child.

He comes from above,

In manifeft love;

The defire of our eyes,

The meek Lamb of God in a manger he lies

At Immanuel's birth,

What a triumph on earth!

Yet could it afford

No better a place for its heavenly Lord?

The Ancient of Days,

To redeem a loft race,

From his glory comes down,

Self-humbled, to carry us up to a crown.

Made flesh for our fake,

That we might partake

The nature divine,

And again in his image his holiness shine:

An heavenly birth
Experience on earth,