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4 Now may our joyful tongues

Our Maker's honours sing; Jesus, the Priest, receives our songs, And bears them to the King.

5 [We bow before his face, And sound his glories high: Hosanna to the God of grace,

That lays his thunder by.]

6 On earth thy mercy reigns,
And triumphs all above:

e But, Lord, how weak our mortal strains,
To speak immortal love!

e 7 [How jarring and how low
Are all the notes we sing!

-Sweet Saviour, tune our songs anew,
And they shall please the King.]

HYMN 37. C. M. Sunday. [*]

The same.

1 LIFT up your eyes to th' heavenly seats, your Redeemer stays:

Kind Intercessor, there he sits,

And loves, and pleads, and prays.

2 'Twas well, my soul, he died for thee,
And shed his vital blood,-

Appeased stern justice on the tree,
And then arose to God.

3 Petitions now and praise may rise,
And saints their offerings bring:
The Priest, with his own sacrifice,
Presents them to the King.

4 (Let papists trust what names they please;
Their saints and angels boast;
We've no such advocates as these,
Nor pray to th' heavenly host.)

5 Jesus alone shall bear my cries
Up to his Father's throne :
He, dearest Lord, perfumes my sighs,
And sweetens every groan.

6 Ten thousand praises to the King;
Hosanna in the high'st:

Ten thousand thanks our spirits bring
To God and to his Christ.]

HYMN 38. C. M.

York. [*]

A.

Love to God.

TAPPY the heart where graces reign,

1H Where love inspires the breast:

Love is the brightest of the train,
And strengthens all the rest.

e 2 Knowledge, alas! 'tis all in vain,
And all in vain our fear;

Our stubborn sins will fight and reign,
If love be absent there.

o 3 "Tis love that makes our cheerful feet
In swift obedience move;

e The devils know, and tremble too,—
But Satan cannot love.

o 4 This is the grace that lives, and sings,
When faith and hope shall cease;
'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings
In the sweet realms of bliss.

5 Before we quite forsake our clay,
Or leave this dark abode,
The wings of love bear us away,
To see our smiling God.

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HYMN 39. C. M. Canterbury. [b]
The Shortness and Misery of Life.
UR days, alas! our mortal days

OUR a, as our med too

Evil and few, the patriarch says,
And well the patriarch knew.]

e 2 'Tis but at best a narrow bound,
That heaven allows to men;

And pains and sins run through the round
Of threescore years and ten.

o 3 Well, if ye must be sad and few,
Run on, my days, in haste;

Moments of sin, and months of woe,
Ye cannot fly too fast.

4 Let heavenly love prepare my soul,
And call her to the skies,-

Where years of long salvation roll,

And glory never dies.

HYMN 40. C. M.

Abridge. [*]

Comfort in the Covenant with Christ.
UR God, how firm his promise stands,
E'en when he hides his face :

OUR

He trusts in our Redeemer's hands

His glory and his grace.

e 2 Then why, my soul, these sad complaints,
Since Christ and we are one?

-Thy God is faithful to his saints-
Is faithful to his Son.

3 Beneath his smiles my heart has lived,
And part of heaven possessed:

o I praise his Name for grace received, And trust him for the rest.

HYMN 41. L. M.

Castle Street. [*]

A Sight of God mortifies us to the World.
to the fields where angels lie,
And living waters gently roll,

Fain would my thoughts leap out and fly,-
But sin hangs heavy on my soul.

2 Thy wondrous blood, dear dying Christ,
Can make this world of guilt remove;
And thou canst bear me where thou fly'st,
On thy kind wings, celestial Dove.]

3 0, might I once mount up and see
The glories of th' eternal skies,

What little things these worlds would be.
How despicable to my eyes!

4 Had I a glance of thee, my God,
Kingdoms and men would vanish soon;
Vanish, as though I saw them not,

As a dim candle dies at noon.

d 5 Then they might fight, and rage, and rave;
I should perceive the noise no more,
Than we can hear a shaking leaf,
While rattling thunders round us roar.
6 Great All in All, eternal King,
Let me but view thy lovely face;
And all my powers shall bow and sing
Thine endless grandeur and thy grace.

HYMN 42. C. M. Tunbridge. [b]
Delight in God.

MY God, what endless pleasures dwell

Above, at thy right hand!

Thy courts below, how amiable,
Where all thy graces stand'

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

The lark mounts upward toward 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 quickening 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 widowed state:

Wandering she flies through 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.]

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

OW for a tune of lofty praise,

。1 NOW

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, to atone almighty wrath :-
Jesus the God was born to die.)

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

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

o 6 Lift up your eyes, ye sons of light, Up to his 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.

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HYMN 44. L. M. Pleyel's. [b]
Hell; or, the Vengeance of God.

WITH holy fear, and humble

song,
The dreadful God our souls adore;
Reverence and awe become the tongue,
That speaks the terrors of his power.

2 Far in the deep, where darkness dwells.
The land of horror 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 to inflict immortal pains,
Dyed 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,
Crushed 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 incensed 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.]

HYMN 45. L. M. Nantwich. [*]
God's Condescension to our Worship.

HY favours, Lord, surprise our souls:
Wifi VERAL 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.