HYMNS. 



HYMN. 



lu Heaven we shall be purified, so as to be able to endure the 

 splendours of the Deity. 



I. 



Awake, sweet harp of Judah, waie, 

 rietune thy strings for Jesus' sake ; 

 AVe sing the Saviour of our race, 

 The Lamb, our shield and hiding place. 



II. 



When God's right arm is bared for war, 

 And thunders clothe his cloudy car. 

 Where, where, oh where, shall man retire, 

 To escape the horrors of his ire ? 



III. 

 'Tis he, the Lamb, to him we fly, 

 While the dread tempest passes by: 

 God sees his Well-beloved's face, 

 And spares us in our hiding place. 



IV. 



Thus while we dwell in this low scene, 

 The Lamb is our unfailing screen ; 

 To Him, though guilty, still we run, 

 And God still spares us for his Son. 



