1 "I lift my banners," saith the Lord, "Where Antichrist has stood, "The city of my gospel-foes "Shall be a field of blood. 2 "My heart has study'd just revenge, "And now the day appears, "The day of my redeem'd is come "To wipe away their tears. 3 "Quite weary is my patience grown, "And bids my fury go "Swift as the lightning it shall move, "And be as fatal too. 4 "I call for helpers but in vain: "Then has my gospel none? "Well, mine own arm has might enough "To crush my foes alone. 5 "Slaughter and my devouring sword "Shall walk the streets around, "Babel shall reel beneath my stroke, "And stagger to the ground." 6 Thy honours, O victorious King! Thine own right-hand shall raise, While we thy awful vengeance sing, And our deliverer praise. Hymn 1:30. Prayer for deliverance answered, Isa. 26. 8-12 20 21. 1 In thine own ways, O God of love, We wait the visits of thy grace, Our souls desire is to thy Name, And the remembrance of thy face. 2 My thoughts are searching, Lord, for thee, 'Mongst the black shades of lonesome night; My earnest cries salute the skies Before the dawn restore the light. 3 Look, how rebellious men deride The tender patience of my God; But they shall see thy lifted hand, And feel the scourges of thy rod. 4 Hark, the Eternal rends the sky, A mighty voice before him goes, A voice of music to his friends, But threatening thunder to his foes. 5 Come, children, to your Father's arms, Hide in the chambers of my grace, Till the fierce storms be overblown, And my revenging fury cease. 6 My sword shall boast its thousands slain, And drink the blood of haughty kings, While heavenly peace around my flock Stretches its soft and shady wings. Hymn 1:31. [Supplement.] The hidden life of a Christian, Col. 3. 3. 1 O happy soul that lives on high; While men lie grovelling here! His hopes are fix'd above the sky, And faith forbids his fear. 2 His conscience knows no secret stings, While peace and joy combine To form a life whose holy springs Are hidden and divine. 3 He waits in secret on his God; His God in secret sees: Let earth be all in arms abroad, He dwells in heavenly peace. 4 His pleasures rise from things unseen, Beyond this world and time, Where neither eyes nor ears have been, Nor thoughts of sinners climb. 5 He wants no pomp nor royal throne To raise his figure here; Content and pleas'd to live unknown, Till Christ his life appear. 6 He looks to heaven's eternal hill To meet that glorious day: But patient waits his Saviour's will To fetch his soul away. Hymn 1:32. Strength from heaven, Isa. 40. 27-30. 1 Whence do our mournful thoughts arise? And where's our courage fled? Has restless sin and raging hell Struck all our comforts dead? 2 Have we forgot th' almighty Name That form'd the earth and sea? And can an all-creating arm Grow weary or decay? 3 Treasures of everlasting might In our Jehovah dwell; He gives the conquest to the weak, And treads their foes to hell.