6 Our voices join the heavenly strain, And with transporting pleasure sing, "Worthy the Lamb that once was slain, "To be our teacher and our king!" 7 His words of prophecy reveal Eternal counsels, deep designs; His grace and vengeance shall fulfil The peaceful and the dreadful lines. 8 Thou hast redeem'd our souls from hell 'With thine invaluable blood; And wretches that did once rebel Are now made favourites of their Cod. 9 Worthy for ever is the Lord, That died for treasons not his own, By every tongue to be ador'd, And dwell upon his Father's throne. Hymn 1:26. Hope of heaven by the resurrection of Christ, 1 Peter 1. 3-5. 1 Bless'd be the everlasting God, The Father of our Lord, Be his abounding mercy prais'd, His majesty ador'd. 2 When from the dead he rais'd his Son, And call'd him to the sky, He gave our souls a lively hope That they should never die. 3 What tho' our inbred sins require Our flesh to see the dust! Yet as the Lord our Saviour rose, So all his followers must. 4 There's an inheritance divine Reserv'd against that day, 'Tis uncorrupted, undefil'd, And cannot waste away. 5 Saints by the power of God are kept Till the salvation come; We walk by faith as strangers here Till Christ shall call us home. Hymn 1:27. Assurance of heaven; or, A saint prepared to die, 2 Tim. 4. 6 7 8 18. 1 [Death may dissolve my body now, And bear my spirit home; Why do my minutes move so slow, Nor my salvation come? 2 With heavenly weapons I have fought The battles of the Lord, Finish'd my course, and kept the faith, And wait the sure reward.] 3 God has laid up in heaven for me A crown which cannot fade; The righteous Judge at that great day Shall place it on my head. 4 Nor hath the King of grace decreed This prize for me alone; But all that love and long to see Th' appearance of his Son. 5 Jesus the Lord shall guard me safe From every ill design; And to his heavenly kingdom keep This feeble soul of mine. 6 God is my everlasting aid And hell shall rage in vain; To him be highest glory paid, And endless praise.--Amen. Hymn 1:28. The triumph of Christ over the enemies of his church, Isa. 63. 1 2 3 &c. 1 What mighty man, or mighty God, Comes travelling in state, Along the Idumean road, Away from Bozrah's gate? 2 The glory of his robes proclaim 'Tis some victorious king: "'Tis I, the just, th' Almighty One, "That your salvation bring." 3 "Why, mighty Lord," thy saints enquire, "Why thine apparel red? "And all thy vesture stain'd like those "Who in the wine-press tread?" 4 "I by myself have trod the press, "And crush'd my foes alone, "My wrath has struck the rebels dead, "My fury stamp'd them down. 5 "'Tis Edom's blood that dyes my robes "With joyful scarlet stains, "The triumph that my raiment wears "Sprung from their bleeding veins. 6 "Thus shall the nations be destroy'd "That dare insult my saints, "I have an arm t' avenge their wrongs, "An ear for their complaints." Hymn 1:29. The ruin of Antichrist, Isa. 63. 4-7.