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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.
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 :
His powerful blood did once atone, And now it pleads before the throne. Almighty gracious Lord!
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,