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
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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.

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NOW

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, 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' alinighty 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;

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.

W The dreadful God our souls adore;

WITH holy fear, and humble song,

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.]

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HYMN 45. L. M.

Nantwich. [*]

God's Condescension to our Worship. TWff E, dwell with us? HY favours, Lord, surprise our souls: 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.

HYMN 46. L., M. Weldon. Portugal. [*]
God's Condescension to Human Affairs.
to the Lord, who reigns on high,
And views the nations from afar,

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UP

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 poursui
Into the bosom of our God;w

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 raised 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.

0 1

OW to the Lord a noble song!

Now to the Lord 1; nobale, my tongue;

Hosanna to th' Eternal Name,

u 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 every rolling star:-

o 4 But in his looks a glory stands,
The noblest labour of thy 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 heavens, 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!

HYMN 48. C. M.

Reading. [b]

Love to the Creatures dangerous. ›

1HOW vain are all things here below.
How false, and yet how fair!

Each pleasure hath its poison too,
And every sweet à snare.

2 The brightest things below the sky,
Give but a flattering 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 wavering 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;

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