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8. His spotless purity of soul,
We by a lovely emblem know.
His head and hair are white as wool:
White are they as the dropping snow.
7. Glitter his feet, like polished brass
That long hath in the furnace shown:
Brighter than lightning is his face:
Brighter than the meridian sun.
8. As many waters, sounds his word:
Seven stars he holds in his right hand:
Out of his mouth a two-edged sword
Goes forth before it: who can stand!
9. Lord, at thy feet we fall as dead:
Lay thy right hand upon our souls,
Scatter our fears: thy spirit shed,
And all our unbelief control.
10. Tell us, "I am the first and last:
Who liveth and died for all. Am I!
And lo! my better death is past;
And lo! I live: no more to die.
11. I have the keys of death and hell.
Amen." Thy record we receive.
And wait till thou our spirits seal,
And all in all forever live.
HYMN 2. Common Metre.
1. Let every mortal e're attend,
And every heart rejoice.
The trumpet of the gospel sound.
With an inviting voice.
2. Ho, all ye hungry, starving souls
That feed upon the wind,
And vainly strive with earthly toys
To fill an empty mind.
3. Eternal wisdom has prepared
A soul reviving feast,
And bids your longing appetite
The rich provision taste.
