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'III.

Behold, on flying clouds he comes!
his faints fhall blefs the day;

While they that pierc'd him fadly mourn
in anguish and dismay.

IV.

I am the First, and I the Last;
time centers all in me;

Th' Almighty God, who was, and is,
and evermore fhall be.

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Ehold the glories of the Lamb
amidft his Father's throne;

Prepare new honours for his name,
and fongs before unknown.

II.

Lo! elders worship at his feet;
the church adores around,
With vials full of odours rich,
and harps of fweetest found.

III.

These odours are the pray'rs of faints, these founds the hymns they raise; God bends his ear to their requests, he loves to hear their praise.

IV.

Who fhall the Father's record search,
and hidden things reveal?
Behold, the Son that record takes,
and opens ev'ry feal!

V.

Hark! how th' adoring hofts above with fongs íurround the throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues; but all their hearts are one.

VI.

Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry, to be exalted thus ; Worthy the Lamb, let us reply, for he was flain for us.

VII.

To him be pow'r divine afcrib'd,
and endless bleffings paid;
Salvation, glory, joy, remain
for ever on his head!

VIII.

Thou haft redeem'd us with thy blood, and fet the pris❜ners free;

Thou mad'ft us kings and priests to God, and we shall reign with thee.

IX.

From ev'ry kindred, ev'ry tongue, thou brought'ft thy chofen race; And diftant lands and ifles have fhar'd the riches of thy grace.

X.

Let all that dwell above the fky,

or on the earth below,

With fields, and floods, and ocean's fhores, to thee their homage fhow.

XI.

To him who fits upon the throne,

the God whom we adore,

And to the Lamb that once was flain, be glory evermore.

LXVI.

REY. vii. 13. to the end..

I.

HOW bright thefe glorious spirits shine!

whence all their white array?

How came they to the blissful feats of everlasting day?

II.

Lo! thefe are they from fuff'rings great who came to realms of light, And in the blood of Chrift have wash'd those robes which fhine fo bright.

III.

Now, with triumphal palms, they stand before the throne on high,

And ferve the God they love, amidst the glories of the sky.

IV.

His presence fills each heart with joy, tunes every mouth to fing;

By day, by night, the facred courts with glad hofannahs ring.

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