3

AND HYMNS.

Far from this world of toil and ftrife They're prefent with the Lord; The labours of their mortal life End in a large reward,'

XVII.

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The Robe of Righteoufnefs. Ifa. Ixi. 10.

I

A Wake, my heart; arife, my tongue;

Prepare a tuneful voice;

In God, the life of all my joys, Aloud will I rejoice.

2' Tis he adorn'd my naked foul, And made falvation mine; Upon a poor polluted worm He makes his graces fhine.

3 And left the fhadow of a fpot Should on my foul be found, He took the Robe the Saviour wrought, And caft it all around.

4 How far the Heav'nly Robe exceeds What earthly princes wear! Thofe ornaments how bright they fhine! How white the garments are!