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Ye slumbering saints, a heavenly host
Stands waiting at your gaping tomb;
Let every particle of dust

Leap into life, for Jesus comes!

HYMN XCV.

Hope in Sickness.

WATTS' MISCEL

1 LORD! I am pain'd; but I resign

My body to thy will;

'Tis grace, 'tis wisdom all divine
Appoints the pains I feel.

2 Dark are the ways of providence,
When those who love thee groan:
Thy reasons lie conceal'd from sense,
Mysterious and unknown.

3 Yet nature may have leave to speak,
And plead before her God,

Lest the o'er-burden'd heart should break
Beneath thine heavy rod.

4 The mournful groans and flowing tears,
Give my poor spirit ease;
While every groan my Father hears,
And every tear he sees.

5 Is not some smiling hour at hand,
With peace upon it's wings?
Give it, O God! thy swift command,
With all the joys it brings!

HYMN XCVI.

Humiliation and Exaltation of Christ.

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WATTS' MISCEL,

HE mighty frame of glorious grace,
The brightest monument of praise
That e'er the God of love design'd,
Employs and fills my labouring mind;
Begin, my soul, the heavenly song,
A burden for an angel's tongue;
When Gabriel sounds these awful things,
He tunes and summons all his strings.

2 Proclaim inimitable love!

Jesus, the Lord of worlds above,
Puts off the beams of bright array,
And veils the God in mortal clay!
He that distributes crowns and thrones,
Hangs on a tree, and bleeds and groans:
The Prince of Life resigns his breath-
The King of Glory bows to death.

3 But see, the wonders of his power!
He triumphs in his dying hour!
And while by Satan's rage he fell,
He dash'd the rising hopes of hell!
Who shall fulfil this boundless song?
The theme surmounts an angel's tongue!
How low, how vain are mortal airs,
When Gabriel's nobler harp despairs!

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HYMN XCVII.

The inward Witness to Christianity.

WATTS' SERMONS.

UESTIONS and doubts be heard no more; Let Christ and joy be all our theme; His Spirit seals his gospel sure

To every soul that trusts his name.
2 Jesus, thy witness speaks within;
The mercy which thy words reveal,
Refines the heart from sense and sin,
And stamps it's own celestial seal.
3 'Tis God's inimitable hand

That moulds and forms the heart anew;
Blasphemers can no more withstand,
But bow and own thy doctrine true.

4 The guilty wretch that trusts thy blood,
Finds peace and pardon at the cross;
The sinful soul averse to God,

Believes and loves his Maker's laws.

5 Learning and wit may cease their strife
When miracles with glory shine :
The voice that calls the dead to life,
Must be almighty and divine.

HYMN XCVIII.

The same.

WATTS' SERMONS.

! WITNESS, ye saints, that Christ is true;

Tell how his name imparts

The life of grace and glory too;
Ye have it in your hearts.

2 The heavenly building is begun
When ye receive the Lord;

His hands shall lay the crowning stone,
And well perform his word.

3 Your souls are form'd by wisdom's rules.
Your joys and graces shine;
You need no learning of the schools,
To prove your faith divine.

4 Let heathens scoff, and Jews oppose,
Let Satan's bolts be hurl'd;

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There's something wrought within you shows That Jesus saves the world.

HYMN XCIX.

Flesh and Spirit.

WATTS SERMONS.

WHAT vain desires, and passions vain,

Attend this mortal clay!

Oft have they pierc'd my soul with pain,
And drawn my heart astray!

2 How have I wander'd from my God!
And, following sin and shame
In this vile world of flesh and blood,
Defil❜d my nobler frame !

3 For ever blessed be thy grace
That form'd my spirit new,

And made it of an heaven-born race,
Thy glory to pursue !

4 My spirit holds perpetual war,
And wrestles and complains,

And views the happy moment near,
That shall dissolve it's chains!

5 Cheerful in death I close mine eyes,
To part with every lust;

And charge my flesh whene'er it rise,
To leave them in the dust.

6 How would my purer spirit fear
To put this body on,

If it's old tempting powers were there,
Nor lusts, nor passions gone!

HYMN C.

Drawing near to God in Prayer.

WATTS' SERMONS.

I MY God, I bow before thy feet,

When shall my soul get near thy seat?
When shall I see thy glorious face,
With mingled majesty and grace?

2 How should I love thee, and adore,
With hopes and joys unknown before!
And bid this trifling world be gone,
Nor teaze my heart so near thy throne!

3 Creatures, with all their charms, should fly The presence of a God so nigh:

My darling sins should lose their name,
And grow my hatred and my shame.

4 My soul should pour out all her cares,
In flowing words, or flowing tears!
Thy smiles would ease my sharpest pain,
Nor should I seek my God in vain!

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