1 STR HYMN CCCCXLIII. TRONGER, in death than erst in life, Samson, the conqu'ror, bows his head; The pillars shake, the house o'erturns; His enemies, himself, are dead. 2 More glorious far is Jesus seen; For enemies the Saviour dies; Death and the grave, his death subdues; And man redeem'd, with him shall rise. 3 Lord of the living and the dead, 1 Who dying conquer'd death's dread pow'r; HYMN CCCCXLIV. FIRST born of many brethren, thou 2 Fulfil, O Lord, a brother's part; HYMN CCCCXLV. 1 PERMIT thy suppliants, gracious Lord, 2 Send forth thy light, from glory's hill, Make known thy truth, from east to west, 4 For nothing less, than light and truth, The world, with peace and joy around. 5 Hear thou in heav'n! and grant these pray'rs! Then all thy churches fill'd with light, And full of truth, and love, and peace, Shall come with songs, to Zion's height. 6 Where light and truth for ever shine; Where life and love eternal reign; And angels, men, in rapture, cry, "So be it, Lord! amen! amen!" HYMN CCCCXLVI. ETERNAL God! Jehovah! Lord! 2 Say, did thy word, thou great Sublime,' Produce those wonders all divine, 4 'Tis done! 'tis done! thy voice is heard! The sick, the blind, the deaf, the dumb, And heav'n and earth, with trumpet tongue, And angel hosts, pronounce Amen! HYMN CCCCXLVII. 1 JESUS Christ is risen to-day, Our triumphant holyday, Who so lately on the cross, Suffer'd to redeem our loss; Not one state alone to save, Hal. Hal. Hal Hal Hal. He descended to the grave; Hal U 2 But 'twas his benignant plan, Hal. Hallelujah. Hal. Hal. Hal. To the realms of peace and love, Hal. Hal. Hal. Hal. Hallelujah. Hal. Hal. Hal. Hal. Hal. Hal. Hal. Hallelujah. Hymns of praises let us sing, HYMN CCCCXLVIII. THE WIDOW'S HYMN. I am indeed a widow woman; and mine husband is dead! A father of the fatherless, and the deliverer of the widow, is God in his holy habitation. Holy Writ. 1 A WIDOW; a widow indeed! Whose husband; whose husband is dead! Of all your compassion, hath need, Her children are pining for bread! 2 Nor pining for bread that supplies, The wants of the body alone; But craving the Bread of the skies, Which cometh from heav'n's high throne.. 3 And oh! shall a mother implore, That cheereth the heavy in heart; 5 Then cease thou, my bosom, to heave, Your bounty, their wants shall supply. HYMN CCCCXLIX. THE ORPHAN'S HYMN. We are orphans and fatherless; our mothers are widows. Pure religion, and undefiled before God and the Father, is this, to visit the fatherless and the widows in their affliction. MY The sacred Scriptures. 'Y father sleeps among the dead; My mother bows her dying head; And both have sunk beneath the clod: No brother, sister, hears my moan; |