o 2 The swallow near thy temple lies, And chirps a cheerful note:

The lark mounts upward tow'rd the skies,
And tunes her warbling throat.

3 And we, when in thy presence, Lord,
We shout with cheerful tongues:
Or sitting round our Father's board,
We crown the feast with songs.
4 While Jesus shines with quick'ning grace,
We sing, and mount on high;
But if a frown becloud his face,
We faint, and tire, and die.

5 Just as we see the lonesome dove
Bemoan her widow'd state:
Wand'ring she flies thro' all the grove,
And mourns her loving mate:

6 Just so our thoughts, from thing to thing, In restless circles rove;

Just so we droop, and hang the wing,
When Jesus hides his love.]

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HYMN 43. L. M. Sheffields. Leeds. [*]
Christ's Sufferings and Glory.

NOW

TOW for a tune of lofty praise,
To great Jehovah's equal Son!
o Awake, my voice, in heavenly lays,
Tell the loud wonders he hath done.
2 Sing, how he left the worlds of light,
And the bright robes he wore above;
u How swift and joyful was the flight,
On wings of everlasting love.

e 3 (Down to this base, this sinful earth,
He came, to raise our nature high;
p He came, t' atone almighty wrath:-
Jesus, the God, was born to die.)

e 4 [Hell and its lions roar'd around;
His precious blood the monsters spilt;
While weighty sorrows press'd him down,
Large as the loads of all our guilt.]

a 5 Deep in the shades of gloomy death,
Th' almighty, captive Pris'ner lay;
o Th' almighty Captive left the earth,
And rose to everlasting day.

0 6 Lift up your eyes, ye sons of light,
Up to this throne of shining grace:
See what immortal glories sit-
Round the sweet beauties of his face.
g 7 Amongst a thousand harps and songs,
Jesus, the God, exalted reigns;

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His sacred name fills all their tongues,
And echoes through the heavenly plains!

HYMN 44. L. M. Pleyel's. [b]

Hell or the Vengeance of God.
7ITH holy fear, and humble song,
The dreadful God our souls adore;
Rev'rence and awe become the tongue,
That speaks the terrours of his power.
2 Far in the deep, where darkness dwells,
The land of horrour and despair,-
Justice has built a dismal hell,

And laid her stores of vengeance there.
3 (Eternal plagues and heavy chains,
Tormenting racks and fiery coals,-
And darts, t' inflict immortal pains,
Dy'd in the blood of damned souls.
4 There Satan, the first sinner, lies,
And roars, and bites his iron bands;
In vain the rebel strives to rise,
Crush'd with the weight of both thy hands.)
5 There guilty ghosts of Adam's race
Shriek out, and howl beneath thy rod:
Once they could scorn a Saviour's grace,
But they incens'd a dreadful: God.
6 Tremble, my soul, and kiss the Son:
Sinner, obey thy Saviour's call;
Else your damnation hastens on,
And hell gapes wide to wait your fall.]

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HYMN 45. L. M. Nantwich. [*]

TH

God's Condescension to our Worship. HY favours, Lord, surprise our souls: Will the ETERNAL dwell with us! What canst thou find beneath the poles, To tempt thy chariot downward thus ? -2 Still might he fill his starry throne, And please his ears with Gabriel's songs:

But heavenly Majesty comes down,
And bows to hearken to our tongues.

e 3 Great God! what poor returns we pay,
For love so infinite as thine:

Words are but air, and tongues but clay,
But thy compassion's all divine.

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HYMN 46. L. M. Weldon. Portugal. [*]
God's Condescension to Human Affairs.

P to the Lord, who reigns on high, And views the nations from afar, o Let everlasting praises fly,

And tell how large his bounties are. p 2 [He, who can shake the worlds he made, Or with his word, or with his rod,— His goodness, how amazing great! And what a condescending God!] e 3 God, who must stoop to view the skies, And bow to see what angels do— Down to the earth he casts his eyes, And bends his footsteps downward too. -4 He overrules all mortal things, And manages our mean affairs:

On humble souls the King of kings
Bestows his counsels, and his cares.
e 5 Our sorrows and our tears we pour
Into the bosom of our God;

He hears us in the mournful hour,
And helps to bear the heavy load.
-6 In vain might lofty princes try
Such condescension to perform;
For worms were never rais'd so high,
Above their meanest fellow-worm.

o 7 Oh! could our thankful hearts devise
A tribute equal to thy grace-

o To the third heaven our songs should rise,
And teach the golden harps thy praise.

HYMN 47. L. M. Green's. Nantwich. [*]
Glory and Grace in the Person of Christ.

TOW to the Lord a noble song!

NOW
Awake, my soul; awake, my tongue ;

Hosanna to th' Eternal Name,

And all his boundless love proclaim.

b 2 See where it shines in Jesus' face, The brightest image of his grace; -God, in the person of his Son,

Has all his mightiest works outdone.
e 3 The spacious earth, and spreading flood,
Proclaim the wise, the powerful God;
And thy rich glories, from afar,-
Sparkle in ev'ry rolling star :-

o 4 But in his looks a glory stands,
The noblest labour of thine hands:
The pleasing lustre of his eyes
Outshines the wonders of the skies.

a 5 Grace!-'tis a sweet, a charming theme;
-My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name!
o Ye angels, dwell upon the sound;
u Ye heav'ns, reflect it to the ground!
-6 Oh, may I reach the happy place,
Where he unveils his lovely face!
o Where all his beauties you behold;
And sing his name to harps of gold.

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HYMN 48. C. M. Reading. [b] Love to the Creatures dangerous. OW vain are all things here below, How false, and yet how fair! Each pleasure hath its poison too, And ev'ry sweet a snare.

2 The brightest things below the sky
Give but a flatt'ring light:

We should suspect some danger nigh,
Where we possess delight.

3 Our dearest joys, and nearest friends,
The partners of our blood-
How they divide our wav'ring minds,
And leave but half for God!

4 The fondness of a creature's love,
How strong it strikes the sense!
Thither the warm affections move,
Nor can we call them thence.

o 5 Dear Saviour, let thy beauties be
My soul's eternal food:

o And grace command my heart away From all created good.

HYMN 49. C. M. Hymn 2d. [*]
Moses Dying in the Embraces of God.

[DEATH cannot make our souls afraid,

If God be with us there;

We may walk through the darkest shade,
And never yield to fear.

2 I could renounce my all below,

If my Creator bid;

And run, if I were call'd to go,
And die as Moses did.

3 Might I but climb to Pisgah's top,
And view the promis'd land;
My flesh itself would long to drop,
And pray for the command.

4 Clasp'd in my heavenly Father's arms,
I would forget my breath;

And lose my life among the charms
Of so divine a death.]

HYMN 50. L. M. Sicilian. [b*]
Comforts under Sorrows and Pains.

OW let the Lord, my Saviour, smile,
And show my name upon his heart;

I would forget my pains awhile,
And in the pleasure lose the smart.
2 But oh! it swells my sorrows high,
To see my blessed Jesus frown;
My spirits sink, my comforts die,
And all the springs of life are down.
3 Yet, why, my soul, why these complaints?
Still, while he frowns, his bowels move:
Still on his heart he bears his saints,
And feels their sorrows, and his love.
4 My name is printed on his breast;
His book of life contains my name;
I'd rather have it there impress'd,
Than in the bright records of fame.
5 When the last fire burns all things here,
Those letters shall securely stand,
And in the Lamb's fair book appear,
Writ by th' eternal Father's hand.
6 Now shall my minutes smoothly run,
Whilst here I wait my Father's will;
My rising, and my setting sun,
Roll gently up and down the hill.]