3 "I have my days of combat known,
And in the dust was laid;

But thence I mounted to my throne,
And glory crowns my head.

4 "That throne, that glory, you shall share;
My hands the crown shall give;
And you the sparkling honors wear
While God himself shall live."

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WATTS.

The Examples of Christ and the Saints.

1 GIVE me the wings of faith to rise
Within the veil, and see

The saints above, how great their joys,
And bright their glories be.

2 Once they were mourning here below,
And wet their couch with tears;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, and fears.

3 I ask them whence their victory came;
They, with united breath,
Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,
Their triumph to his death.

4 Our glorious Leader claims our praise,
For his own pattern given,
While the long cloud of witnesses
Show the same path to heaven.

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2 Amidst the house of God,

Their different works were done;
Moses a faithful servant stood,

But Christ a faithful Son.

3 Then to his new commands
Be strict obedience paid;

O'er all his Father's house he stands
The Sovereign and the Head.

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The Law and Gospel.

WATTS.

1 THE Lord declares his will,
And keeps the world in awe ;
Amidst the smoke on Sinai's hill
Breaks out his fiery law.

2 The Lord reveals his face,
And, smiling, from above

Sends down the gospel of his grace,
The epistles of his love.

3 These sacred words impart

Our Maker's just commands,-
The pity of his melting heart,
And vengeance of his hands.

4 Hence we awake our fear;

We draw our comfort hence;
The arms of grace are treasured here,
And armor of defence.

5 We read the heavenly word,

We take the offered grace,
Obey the statutes of the Lord,
And trust his promises.

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WATTS.

Sinai and Sion.

1 NOT to the terrors of the Lord,

The tempest, fire, and smoke,-
Not to the thunder of that word
Which God on Sinai spoke,

2 But we are come to Sion's hill,
The city of our God,

Where milder words declare his will,
And spread his love abroad.

3 Behold the innumerable host
Of angels clothed in light!
Behold the spirits of the just,
Whose faith is turned to sight!

4 The saints on earth and all the dead
But one communion make;
All join in Christ, their living Head,
And of his grace partake.

5 In such society as this

My weary soul would rest;

The man that dwells where Jesus is,
Must be forever blest.

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Moses and Christ.

WATTS.

1 THE law by Moses came;
But peace, and truth, and love,

Were brought by Christ,
Descending from above.

a nobler name,

2 Amidst the house of God,

Their different works were done;
Moses a faithful servant stood,

But Christ a faithful Son.

3 Then to his new commands
Be strict obedience paid;

O'er all his Father's house he stands
The Sovereign and the Head.

270

S. M.

The Law and Gospel.

WATTS.

1 THE Lord declares his will,
And keeps the world in awe;
Amidst the smoke on Sinai's hill
Breaks out his fiery law.

2 The Lord reveals his face,
And, smiling, from above
Sends down the gospel of his grace,
The epistles of his love.

3 These sacred words impart

Our Maker's just commands,
The pity of his melting heart,
And vengeance of his hands.

4 Hence we awake our fear;

We draw our comfort hence;
The arms of grace are treasured here,
And armor of defence.

5 We read the heavenly word,

We take the offered grace,
Obey the statutes of the Lord,
And trust his promises.

6 In vain shall Satan rage

Against a book divine,

Where wrath and lightning guard the page, Where beams of mercy shine.

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Paradise on Earth.

WATTS.

1 GLORY to God, that walks the sky,
And sends his blessings through,
That tells his saints of joys on high,
And gives a taste below.

2 When Christ, with all his graces crowned,
Sheds his kind beams abroad,
"Tis a young heaven on earthly ground,
And glory in the bud.

3 A blooming paradise of joy

In this wild desert springs,
And every sense I straight employ
On sweet, celestial things.

4 White lilies all around appear,
And each his glory shows;
The rose of Sharon blossoms here,
The fairest flower that blows.

5 But, ah! how soon my joys decay!
How soon my sins arise,

And snatch the heavenly scene away
From these lamenting eyes!

6 Up to the fields above the skies
My hasty feet would go;
There everlasting flowers arise,
And joys unwithering grow.