We claim some kindred with the skies, 4 Let grovelling beasts of every shape And rocks, and trees, and fires, and seas, 5 Ye planets, to his honour shine, 6 The brightness of our Maker's Name HYMN 72. C. M. Sunday. [*] Lord's Day; or, Resurrection of Christ. • 1 B Beheld our rising God LEST morning, whose young dawning rays That saw him triumph o'er the dust, And leave his last abode. p 2 In the cold prison of a tomb, -Till the revolving skies had brought d 3 Hell and the grave unite their force, o The sleeping Conqueror arose, And burst their feeble chain. e 4 To thy great Name, almighty Lord, These sacred hours we pay; o And loud Hosannas shall proclaim The triumph of the day. 8 5 Salvation, and immortal praise, To our victorious King; Let heaven and earth, and rocks and seas, With glad Hosannas ring. HYMN 73. C. M. Mear. [*] Doubts scattered: Joys restored. Hand leave me to my joys; ENCE from my soul, sad thoughts, be gone, o My tongue shall triumph in my God, And make a joyful noise. p 2 Darkness and doubts had veiled my mind, o 3 Oh, what immortal joys I felt, -4 In vain the tempter frights my soul, e One glimpse, dear Saviour, of thy face HYMN 74. S. M. Guilford. [b] Ingratitude to Divine Goodness. 'S this the kind return! Are these the thanks we owe! Thus to abuse eternal Love, Whence all our blessings flow! e 2 To what a stubborn frame 3 (On us he bids the sun For us the skies their circles run, 4 The brutes obey their God, And bow their necks to men; But we, more base, more brutish things, d 5 Turn, turn us, mighty God, Break, sovereign grace, these hearts of stone, p 6 Let past ingratitude Provoke our weeping eyes; -And hourly, as new mercies fall, 0 HYMN 75. C. M. St. Ann's. [*] ROM thee, my God, my joys shall rise, g 3 There, where my blessed Jesus reigns, In heaven's unmeasured space, I'll spend a long eternity, In pleasure and in praise. 4 Millions of years, my wondering eyes The glories of thy love. 5 Sweet Jesus, every smile of thine o 6 Haste, my Beloved, fetch my soul u Fly, for my spirit longs to see My Saviour, and my God.] HYMN 76. C. M. Mitcham. Sunday. [*] 1 Resurrection and Ascension of Christ. OSANNA to the Prince of light, H who clothed himself in clay Entered the iron gates of death, And tore the bars away. 2 Death is no more the king of dread, He took the tyrant's sting away, 3 See how the Conqueror mounts aloft, And to his Father flies, With scars of honour in his flesh, And triumph in his eyes. །། 4 There our exalted Saviour reigns, And scatters blessings down; Our Jesus fills the middle seat Of the celestial throne. 5 (Raise your devotion, mortal tongues, To reach his blest abode; 3 Sweet be the accents of your songs To our incarnate God. M 6 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings, Let heaven, and all created things, HYMN 77. L. M. Leeds. Blendon. [*] • 1 STAND up, my soul, shake off thy fears, And gird the gospel armour on; March to the gates of endless joy, Where thy great Captain Saviour's gone. -2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course; o But hell and sin are vanquished foes: o Thy Jesus nailed them to the cross, And sung the triumph-when he rose. e 3 (What though the prince of darkness rage, d Eternal chains confine him down While all the armies of the skies HYMN 78. C. M. Canterbury. [*] 1 W Rebelled against their God, THEN the first parents of our race And the infection of their sin Had tainted all our blood; 2 Infinite pity touched the heart Descending from the heavenly court, 3 Aside the Prince of glory threw His most divine array; And wrapped his Godhead in a veil 4 His living power, and dying love And raised the ruins of our race 5. To thee, dear Lord, our flesh and soul Blest Jesus, take us for thy own,— For we are doubly thine. 6 Thy honour shall forever be The business of our days; Forever shall our thankful tongues Speak thy deserved praise.] HYMN 79. C. M. Sunday. Christme [*] p 1 Praise to the Redeemer. PLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair, We wretched sinners lay Without one cheerful beam of hope, Or spark of glimmering day! a 2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace Beheld our helpless grief; o He saw-and (O amazing love!) He ran to our relief. 3 Down from the shining seats above, With joyful haste he fled, e Entered the grave in mortal flesh, And dwelt among the dead. o 4 He spoiled the powers of darkness thus, Jesus has freed our captive souls 5 [In vain the baffled prince of heil We, who were doomed his endless slave.' 8 6 Oh, for this love let rocks and hills Their lasting silence break; And all harmonious human tongues |