Rise, my soul, and haste away, 2. Rivers to the ocean run, 3. Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn; And earth exchang'd for heav'n. Kingswood.] HYMN 27. 7s. & 6s. [Anon WRETCHED, helpless, and distress'd, Ah! whither shall I fly? Ever gasping after rest, I cannot find it nigh. Naked, sick, and poor, and blind, Fast bound in sin and misery, Friend of sinners, let me find My help, my all in thee. 2. Jesus, full of truth and grace, Be the wand'rer's resting place, Make me rich, for I am poor, Trinity.] COM HYMN 28. 6s. & 4s. OME, thou almighty King, Father all glorious, O'er all victorious, Come and reign over us, 2. Jesus, our Lord, arise, Scatter our enemies, [Madan's. Ancient of days. And make them fall! Let thine almighty aid, Our sure defence be made, Our souls on thee be stay'd: Lord, hear our call. In this glad hour: 3. Come, holy Comforter, Thy sacred witness bear, Thou, who almighty art, Now rule in ev'ry heart, And ne'er from us depart, Spirit of pow'r! 4. To the great One in Three, Eternal praises be, His sovereign majesty, May we in glory see, And to eternity, Strafford.] Hence, evermore : Love and adore. HYMN 29. 6s. & 7s. [Anon. ESUS, our God and King, Thy regal state we sing; Thou, and only thou art great, Joyful all, your voices raise, : Christ, than earth-born monarchs higher, Salem.] HYMN 30. 6s. & 9s. HOME, let us ascend, My companion and friend, To a feast of the banquet above : Come up in the chariot of love. 2. Who in Jesus confide, All the storms of affliction beneath; To that heavenly shore, And outfly all the arrows of death. 3. By faith we are come To our permanent home; And look down on the skies, [Anon. Devonshire.] HYMN 31. 5s. & 6s. [Madan's. YE servants of God, Your Master proclaim, And publish abroad, His wonderful name, The name all victorious Of Jesus extol, His kingdom is glorious, And rules over all. 2. God ruleth on high, Almighty to save; And still he is nigh, His presence we have: The great congregation His triumph shall sing, Ascribing salvation To Jesus our King. 3. Salvation to God, Who sits on the throne, Let all cry aloud, And honor the Son : Our Jesus' praises The angels proclaim, 4. Then let us adore, And give him his right: All glory and pow'r, And wisdom and might; All honor and blessing, With angels above, And thanks never ceasing, And infinite love. Old 50th.] HYMN 32. 10s. & 11s. [Straphan ON wings of faith, mount up, my soul, and rise. View thine inheritance beyond the skies; Nor heart can think, nor mortal tongue can tell, S. Before the throne a crystal river glides, 4. No rising sun his needless beams displays, |