4 Why should he tremble at the view,
Of what he could not read?
Foreboding conscience quickly knew,
His ruin was decreed.
5 See him o'erwhelm'd with deep distress, His eyes with anguish roll,
His looks and loo sen ed
The terror's of his soul.
6 His pomp and music, guest and wine,
No more delight afford;
O sinners, ere this case be thine,
Begin to seek the Lord.
7 The law, like this hand-writing, stands,
And speaks the wrath of God;
But Jesus answers its demands,
And cancels it with blood.
HYMN 14. (8.7.)
COME thou long-expected Jesus!
Born to set thy people free;
From our fears and sins release us,
Let us find our rest in thee.
2 Israel's strength and consolation,
Hope of all the earth thou art,
Dear desire of every nation,
Joy of every longing heart.
3 Born thy people to deliver,
Born a child and yet a king;
Born to reign in us for ever,
Now thy gracious kingdom bring.
4 By thy own eternal Spirit,
Rule in all our hearts alone;
By thy all-sufficient merit,
Raise us to thy glorious throne.
HYMN 15. (8.7.)
Christ appearing.
IGHT of those, whose dreary dwelling
Borders on the shades of death,
Come! and by thy love revealing,
Dissipate the clouds beneath.
2 The new heaven and earth's Creator,
In our deepest darkness rise!
Scattering all the night of nature,
Pouring sight upon our eyes.
3 Still we wait for thy appearing,
Life and joy thy beams impart,
Chasing all our fears, and cheering
Every poor benighted heart.
4 Come, and manifest thy favour
God hath for our ransom'd race:
Come, thou universal Saviour!
Come, and bring the gospel grace.
5 Save us in thy great compassion,
O thou mild pacific Prince!
Give the knowledge of salvation,
Give the pardon of our sins.
6 By thy all-restoring merit,
Every burthen'd soul release;
Every weary, wandering spirit,
Guide into thy perfect peace.
HYMN 16. (P. M.)
ICING, ye ransom'd nations! sing
Praises to our new born king;
Son of man our Maker is,
Lord of Hosts, and Prince of Peace.
2 Lo! he lays his glory by,
Emptied of his Majesty!
See the God who all things made,
Humbly in a manger laid!
3 Cast we off our needless fear,
Boldly to our God draw near:
Jesus is our flesh and bone,
God with us is all our own. 4 Let us then, with angels, gaze
On our new-born monarch's face!
With the choir celestial, join'd,
Shout the Saviour of mankind.
5 Son of man will he despise,
Man's well-meaning sacrifice?
No; with condescending grace,
He accepts the creature's praise.
6 Let us then our Prince proclaim,
Humbly chaunt Immanuel's name;
Publish at his wond'rous birth,
Praise in heaven, and peace on earth,
7 Triumph in our Saviour's love,
Till he takes us up above;
All his majesty displays,
Shews us all his glorious face.
6 Lord, it is my chief complaint,
Tho' my love is weak and faint;
Yet I love thee, and adore,
Oh for grace to love thee more.
HYMN 4. (L. M.)
The happy hopeful Saint.
MAY I worthy prove to see,
The saints in full prosperity;
To see the bright, the glitt'ring bride,
Close seated by her Saviour's side.
2 O may I find some humble seat,
Beneath my dear Redeemer's feet;
A servant as before I've been,
And sing salvation to my King.
3 I'm glad that I am born to die;
From grief and woe my soul shall fly;
Bright angels shall convey me home,
Away to New Jerusalem.
4 I'll praise him while he lends me breath;
I hope to praise him after death;
I hope to praise him when I die,
And shout salvation as I fly.
5 Farewell, vain world, I am going home,
My Saviour smiles and bids me come;
Sweet Angels beckon me away,
To sing God's praise in endless day.
6 I soon shall hear the awful sound,"Awake, ye nations, under ground, "Arise, and drop your dying shrouds, "And meet King Jesus in the clouds." Hallelujah.
OME souls that long for Jesus,
Come listen while we sing,
The hand that hath redeem'd us,
From sorrow and from sin:
O come and taste the sweetness
That from a Saviour flows;
The grace of true repentance,
That Christ on us bestows.
2 Tho' tears and bitter mourning
May seem to cast us down,
It shows we are returning,
To our eternal home:
What tho' we are dejected,
And find a darksome night,
We shall not be rejected,
For Christ will give us light.
3 Those thirsty longing mourners
Are blessed with the word,
Which prove they are returning,
To Christ the loving Lord:
Who many wants discover,
And long for righteousness,
Declare that they are lovers
Of Christ, the Prince of Peace.
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