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Slateford.] HYMN 593. 6 lines 6's & 7's. 1 row weak the thoughts and vain,

Of self-deluded men ! Men who, fix'd to earth alone,

Think their houses shall endure ; Fondly call their lands their own,

To their distant heirs secure. 2 How happy then are we,

Who build, O Lord, on thee! What can our foundation shock?

Though the shatter'd earth remove, Stands our city on a rock,

On the Rock of heavenly Love. 3 A house we call our own,

Which cannot be o'erthrown: In the general ruin sure,

Storms and earthquakes it defies ; Built immoveably secure;

Built eternal in the skies. 4 High on Immanuel's land,

We see the fabric stand; From a tottering world remove,

To our steadfast mansion there :
Our inheritance above

Cannot pass from heir to heir.
Those amaranthine bowers
(Unalienably ours,)
Bloom, our infinite reward;

Rise, our permanent abode ;
From the founded world prepar’u;

Purchas'd by the blood of God. 6 O might we quickly find

The place for us design'd!
See the long-expected day

Of our full redemption here!
Let the shadows flee away;
Let the new-made world appear!

1 High on thy great white throne,

O King of Saints, come down ! In the New Jerusalem,

Now triumphantly descend ; Let the final trump proclaim

Joys begun which ne'er shall end.

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Triumph.] HYMN 594. P. M. 1 VORSHIP, and thanks, and blessing, Jesus alone Defends his own,

When earth and hell oppress us.
Jesus with joy we witness,

Almighty to deliver ;
Our seals set to, That God is true,

And reigns a King for ever. 2 Omnipotent Redeemer,

Our ransom'd souls adore thee; Our Saviour Thou, We find it now,

And give thee all the glory. We sing thine arm unshorten'd,

Brought through our sore temptation : With heart and voice In thee rejoice,

The God of our salvation.
3 Thine arm hath safely brought us

A way no more expected,
Than when thy sheep Pass'd thro’ the deer,

By crystal walls protected.
Thy glory was our rereward,

Thine hand our lives did cover,
And we, ev'n we, Have pass'd the sea,

And march'd triumphant over. 4 Thy works we now acknowledge,

Thy wond'rous loving-kindness,
Which help'd thine own, By means unknown,

And smote our foes with blindness :

By Satan's host surrounded,

Thou didst with patience arm us, But woulust not give The Syrians leave,

Or Sodom's sons to harm us.

5 The world's and Satan's malice

Thou, Jesus, hast confounded,
And by thy grace, With songs of praise

Our happy souls resounded.
Accepting our deliverance,

We triumph in thy favour,
And for the love Which now we prove,

Shall praise thy name for ever.

Pensford.] HYMN 595. 8 lines 7's & 6's.

THO is this gigantic foe

Overlooks the crowd below,

In brazen armour strong ?
Loudly of his strength he boasts :

On his sword and spear relies :
Meets the God of Israel's hosts,

And all their force defies.

2 Tallest of the earth-born race,

They tremble at his power ;
Flee before the monster's face,

And own him conqueror.
Who this mighty champion is,

Nature answers from within ; "He is my own wickedness,

My own besetting sin.
3 In the strength of Jesu's name,

I with the monster fight,
Feeble and unarm'd I am,

But Jesus is my might :

Mindful of his mercies past,

Stili I trust the same to prove ;
Still my helpless soul I cast

On his redeeming love.
4 With my sling and stone I go,

To fight the Philistine ;
God hath said it shall be so,

And I shall conquer sin;
On his promise I rely,

Trust in an Almighty Lord;
Sure to win the victory,

For he hath spoke the word. 5 In the strength of God I rise,

I run to meet my foe;
Faith the word of power applies,

And lays the giant low :
Faith in Jesu's conquering name

Slings the sin-destroying stone ;
Points the word's unerring aim,

And brings the monster down. 6 Rise, ye men of Israel, rise,

Your rcated foe pursue ; Shout his praises to the skies,

Who conquers sin for you : Jesus doth for you appear,

He his conquering grace affords; Saves you not with sword or spear :

The battle is the Lord's. Every day the Lord of Hosts

His mighty power displays; Stills the proud Philistine's boast,

The threat’ning Gittite slays : Israel's God let all below

Conqu’ror over sin proclaim ; O that all the earth might know

The power of Jesu's name!

Oiley.] HYMN 596. 4 lines 7's. 1

JEFirmiyagrounded upon thee; Never by thy work abide,

Never in thy wounds reside? 2 O how wavering is my mind!

Toss'd about with every wind !
O how quickly doth my heart

From the living God depart! 3 Jesus, let my nature feel,

Thou art God unchangeable :
JAH, JEHOVAH, great I AM,

Speak into my soul thy Name, 4 Grant that every moment I

May believe, and feel thee nigh,
Steadfastly behold thy face,

'Stablish'd with abiding grace. 5 Plant, and root, and fix in me

All the mind that was in thee;
Settled peace I then shall find;

Jesu's is a quiet mind.
6 Anger I no more shall feel,

Always even, always still ;
Meekly on my God reclin’d;

Jesu's is a gentle mind. 7 I shall suffer, and fulfil

All my Father's gracious will;
Be in all alike resign'd;

Jesu's is a patient mind.
8 When 'tis deeply rooted here

Perfect love shall cast out fear;
Fear doth servile spirits bind;

Jesu's is a noble mind.
9 When I feel it fixt within,

I shall have no power to sin ;