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rebels dead,
"My fury stamp'd them down.
5 "'Tis Edom's blood that dyes my robes
"With joyful scarlet stains,

"The triumph that my raiment wears
"Sprung from their bleeding
veins.
6 "Thus shall the nations be destroy'd
"That dare insult my saints,
"I
have an arm t' avenge their wrongs,
"An ear for their complaints."
Hymn 1:29.
The ruin of Antichrist, Isa. 63. 4-7.
1 "I lift my banners," saith the Lord,
"Where Antichrist has stood,

"The city of my gospel-foes
"Shall be a field of blood.
2 "My heart has study'd just revenge,
"And now the day appears,

"The day of my redeem'd is come
"To wipe away their tears.
3 "Quite weary is my patience grown,
"And bids my fury go
"Swift
as the lightning it shall move,
"And be as fatal too.
4 "I call for helpers but in vain:
"Then has my gospel none?
"Well,
mine own arm has might enough
"To crush my foes alone.
5 "Slaughter and my devouring sword
"Shall walk the streets around,

"Babel shall reel beneath my stroke,
"And stagger to the ground."
6 Thy honours, O victorious King!
Thine own right-hand shall raise,


While we thy awful vengeance sing,
And our deliverer praise.
Hymn 1:30.
Prayer for deliverance answered, Isa. 26. 8-12 20 21.
1 In thine own ways, O God of love,
We wait the visits of thy grace,

Our souls desire is to thy Name,
And the remembrance of thy face.
2 My thoughts are searching, Lord, for thee,
'Mongst the black shades
of lonesome night;
My earnest cries salute the skies
Before the
dawn restore the light.
3 Look, how rebellious men deride
The tender patience of my God;

But they shall see thy lifted hand,
And feel the scourges of thy rod.
4 Hark, the Eternal rends the sky,
A mighty voice before him goes,

A voice of music to his friends,
But threatening thunder to his foes.
5 Come, children, to your Father's arms,
Hide in the chambers of my
grace,
Till the fierce storms be overblown,
And my revenging fury
cease.
6 My sword shall boast its thousands slain,
And drink the blood of
haughty kings,
While heavenly peace around my flock
Stretches its
soft and shady wings.
Hymn 1:31. [Supplement.]
The hidden life of a Christian, Col. 3. 3.
1 O happy soul that lives on high;
While men lie grovelling here!

His hopes are fix'd above the sky,
And faith forbids his fear.
2 His conscience knows no secret stings,
While peace and joy
combine
To form a life whose holy springs
Are hidden and divine.
3 He waits in secret on his God;
His God in secret sees:
Let earth be
all in arms abroad,
He dwells in heavenly peace.

4 His pleasures rise from things unseen,
Beyond this world and time,

Where neither eyes nor ears have been,
Nor thoughts of sinners
climb.
5 He wants no pomp nor royal throne
To raise his figure here;

Content and pleas'd to live unknown,
Till Christ his life appear.
6 He looks to heaven's eternal hill
To meet that glorious day:
But
patient waits his Saviour's will
To fetch his soul away.
Hymn 1:32.
Strength from heaven, Isa. 40. 27-30.
1 Whence do our mournful thoughts arise?
And where's our courage
fled?
Has restless sin and raging hell
Struck all our comforts dead?
2 Have we forgot th' almighty Name
That form'd the earth and sea?

And can an all-creating arm
Grow weary or decay?
3 Treasures of everlasting might
In our Jehovah dwell;
He gives the
conquest to the weak,
And treads their foes to hell.
4 Mere mortal power shall fade and die,
And youthful vigour cease;

But we that wait upon the Lord
Shall feel our strength increase.
5 The saints shall mount on eagles' wings
And taste the promis'd bliss,

Till their unwearied feet arrive
Where perfect pleasure is.
Hymn 1:33. [Supplement.]
The gospel the power of God to salvation,
Rom. 1. 16.
1 Cor. 1. 18 24.
1 What shall the dying sinner do
That seeks relief for all his woe?

Where shall the guilty conscience find
Ease for the torment of the
mind?
2 How shall we get our crimes forgiven,
Or form our natures fit for
heaven?
Can souls all o'er defil'd with sin
Make their own powers

and passions clean?
3 In vain we search, in vain we try,
Till Jesus bring his gospel nigh;

'Tis there such power and glory dwell
As saves rebellious souls
from hell.
4 This is the pillar of our hope
That bears our fainting spirits up;

We read the grace, we trust the word,
And find salvation in the Lord.
5 Let men or angels dig the mines
Where nature's golden treasure
shines,
Brought near the doctrine of the cross
All nature's gold
appears but dross.
6 Should vile blasphemers with disdain
Pronounce the truths of Jesus
vain,
I'll meet the scandal and the shame,
And sing and triumph in
his Name.
Hymn 1:34. [Supplement.]
None excluded from hope, Rom. 1. 16. 1
Cor. 1. 24.
1 Jesus, thy blessings are not few,
Nor is thy gospel weak;
Thy
grace can melt the stubborn Jew,
And bow th' aspiring Greek.
2 Wide as the reach of Satan's rage
Doth thy salvation flow;
'Tis not
confin'd to sex or age,
The lofty or the low.
3 While grace is offer'd to the prince,
The poor may take their share;

No