Imágenes de páginas

166 hymn 208.

As to refuse that voice
Which calls you to rejoice,
In making heav'n your choice,
And shunning hell.
3 I look on you again,
And hoping say, -
Why wont you leave your sin,
And come away,
From satan’s cruel pow'r,
And live forevermore,
And bless the joyful hour
That life begun ?
4 All hail, we o: then
Your ha ight,
From o i. of sin,
To glory bright;
We'll travel on with you,
And bid this world adieu,
And endless joys pursue,
Till all is ours.

Hymn 208, 8 lines 5.5.12. Sunday School. [Tune, Marietta.] Boys. 1 THEE, Father, we praise, ln harmonious lays, For all thy rich grace ; O give us the knowledge of pardon and peace. On thee we rely, All our wants to supply; O keep us each hour, From snares and temptations, by thy mighty pow’r. Girls. 2 O may we improve, In knowledge and love,

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]

*Till to glory we're brought, his praises to sing; While below if we stray, From the source of true joy, Let thy merciful hand Return and incline us to obey thy command. Both. 3 Our friends may they share. Thy blessings while here, r And crown them above; Where joys will increase, from the fountain of love : May we shortly there meet, Around thy blest seat; Thy love to adore

Where pleasure and praise will abound ever-more.
- Hymn 209. 8 lines 7. 6.8.
Christ our Au.

1 VAIN delusive world, adieu,
With all of creature good :
Only Jesus I pursue, .
Who bought me with his blood!
All thy pleasures 1 forego,
I trample on thy wealth and pride:
Only Jesus will I know,
And Jesus crucify?d
2 Him to know is life and peace,
And pleasure without end;
This is all my happiness,
On Jesus to depend
Daily in his grace to grow,
And ever in his love abide;
Only Jesus will I know,
And Jesus crucify’d.

3 O that I could all invite,
This saving truth to prove,

Show the length, the breadth, and height,
And depth of Jesus' love

Fain I would to sinners show, w
The blood by faith alone apply'd!

Only Jesus will I know,
And Jesus crucify’d.

Hymn 210. 7's.
The JNativity.

1 HARK the herald angels sing,
Glory to the new-born King!
Peace on earth, and mercy mild :
God and sinners reconcil’d

2 Joyful all ye nations rise,
Join the triumphs of the skies,
With th' angelic host proclaim,
Christ is born in Bethlehem.


Hark! the herald angels sing,
Glory to the new-born King !

3 Christ, by highest heav'n ador'd,
Christ the everlasting Lord,
Late in time, behold him come,
Offspring of a virgin’s womb.

4 Veil’d in flesh the Godhead see:
Hail th” Incarnate Deity;
Pleas'd as man with man t” appear,
Jesus our Immanuel's here.

5 Hail the heav'n-horn Prince of Peace'
Hail the Sun of Righteousness
Light and life to .# he brings,
Ris'n with healing in his wings.

6 Mild, he lays his glory by ; *
Born, that man no more may die;
Born to raise the sons of earth, .
Born to give them second birth.

Hymn 211. 10's.
Barlow’s Imitation of the 137th Psalm.

i Along the banks where Babel’s current flows,
Our captive bands in deep despondence stray'd,
While Zion's fall in sad remembrance rose,
Her friends, her children, mingled with the dead.

2 The tuneless harp that once with joy we strung,
Where praise employ'd and mirth inspir'd the lay,
In mournful silence on the willows hung,
And growing grief prolong'd the tedious day.

3 The barb'rous tyrants, to increase the wo,

With taunting smiles a song of Zion claim; Bid sacred praise in strains melodious flow, While they blaspheme the great Jehovah's name. 4 But how, in heathen chains and lands unknown, Shall Israel's sons a song of Zion raise ? Q hapless Salem, God's terrestrial throne, Thou land of glory, sacred mount of praise.

[ocr errors]

If my cold heart neglect my kindred race,

Let dire destruction seize this guilty frame;

My heart shall perish and my voice shall cease. 6 Yet shall the Lord, who hears when Zion calls,

O'ertake her foes with terror and dismay;

His arm avenge her desolated walls,

Andraise his children to eternal day.


Hymn 212. 6 lines 8.8.6.
Psalm 148.
1 BEGIN, my soul th’ exalted lay,

Let each enraptur'd thought obey,

And praise th' Almighty’s name.
Lo! heav'n and earth, and seas, and skies,
In one melodious concert rise,

To swell th’ inspiring theme.

2 Ye fields of light, celestial plains,
Where gay transporting beauty reigns,
Ye scenes divinely fair;
Your Maker's wond’rous pow'r proclaim,
Tell how he form'd your shining frame,
And breath'd the fluid air.

3 Ye angels, catch the thrilling sound;
While all th’ adoring thrones around
His boundless mercy sing;
Let ev'ry list’ning saint above,
Wake all the tuneful soul of love,
And touch the sweetest string.

4 Join, ye loud spheres, the vocal choir,
Thou, dazzling orb of liquid fire,
The mighty chorus aid : -
Soon as grey ev’ning gilds the plain,
Thou, moon, protract the melting strain,
And praise him in the shade.


5 Thou heav'n of heav’ns, his vast abode;
Ye clouds, proclaim your forming God,
Who call’d yon worlds from night;
“Ye shades dispel !”—th’ Eternal said:
At once the involving darkness fled,
And nature sprang to light.

6 Where’er a blooming world contains,
That wings the air, that skims the plains,
United praise bestow:
Ye dragons, sound his awful name
To heav'n aloud; and roar, acclaim,
Ye swelling deeps below.
7 Let ev'ry element rejoice:
Ye thunders burst with awful voice
To him who bids you roll:
His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whisp'ring breeze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the soul.

« AnteriorContinuar »