3 My feet shall travel all the length And march with courage in thy strength, 4 When I am fill'd with sore distress, 5 How will my lips rejoice to tell My soul redeem'd from sin and hell 6 Awake, awake, my tuneful pow'rs; 'I'll entertain the darkest hours, Nor think the season long. 84. The Strong Hold. 104th. Turn ye to the strong hold, ye prisoners of hope: even to-day do I declare that I will render double to thee. ZECH. ix. 12. 2 3 Should justice appear, Yet be of good cheer, Then dry up your tears, 4 "None will I cast out "Who come," saith the Lord, Ye mourners of Sion, For ever rely on Your Saviour and live. 85. The Sun of Righteousness. 8—8—6. The Lord GOD is a Sun and Shield: the Lord will give grace and glory; no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly.-PSALM Ixxxiv. 11. LIGHT of the world, thy beams I bless; On thee, bright Sun of Righteousness, My faith has fixt her eye 2 Ten thousand snares my path beset, Close by the gates of death and hell 3 Still will I strive, and labour still, 86. The Sun of Righteousness. CM. For with thee is the fountain of life: in thy light shall we see light. PSALM XXXVI. 9. ETERNAL Sun of Righteousness, 2 Light in thy light, O may I see, Thy grace and mercy prove; 3 Lift up thy countenance serene, Behold, without a cloud between, 4 JESUS, thy promis'd peace bestow 87. Various. 148th. Being made so much better than the Angels, as he hath by inheritance obtained a more excellent name than they. HEBREWS i. 4. JOIN all the glorious names That angels ever bore: All are too mean to speak his worth, 2 Great Prophet of our GOD, Our tongues would bless thy name! Of our salvation came : The joyful news of sins forgiv'n, 3 JESUS our great High Priest, Offer'd his blood and died: My guilty soul shall seek No sacrifice beside : I 4 2 3 His powerful blood did once atone, And now it pleads before the throne. Almighty gracious Lord! H Our Conqueror and our King! Thy sceptre and thy sword, t Thy reigning grace we sing: Thine is the pow'r-O may we sit In willing bonds beneath thy feet! 88. The same. 148th. Array'd in mortal flesh, And pardons in his hands: Be thou our Counsellor," Our Pattern, and our Guide; We'd hear our Shepherd's voice, The thousands of his sheep He feeds his flocks, he calls their names, |