1 FIRM as the earth thy gospel stands,
My Lord, my hope, my trust;
If I am found in Jesus' hands,
My soul can ne'er be lost.
2 His honor is engaged to save
The meanest of his sheep:
All whom his heavenly Father gave
His hands securely keep.
3 Nor death, nor hell shall e'er remove
His favorites from his breast;
Safe, on the bosom of his love,
Shall they forever rest.
Grateful Remembrance of Christ.
1 IF human kindness meets return,
And owns the grateful tie;
If tender thoughts within us burn,
To feel a friend is nigh,-
2 Oh! shall not warmer accents tell
The gratitude we owe
To him who died, our fears to quell,
And save from death and wo!
3 While yet in anguish he surveyed
he would not flee,
What love his latest words displayed-
"Meet and remember me!"
4 Remember thee!-thy death, thy shame-
Our sinful hearts to share!
O memory! leave no other name
But his recorded there!
154 Godly Sorrow from the Sufferings of Christ.
1 ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed,
And did my Sovereign die?
Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?
2 Was it for crimes that I had done,
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity!-grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,
When Christ, th' almighty Saviour, died
For man, the rebel's sin.
4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While his dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.
5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord, I give myself away-
"Tis all that I can do.
1 HOW condescending, and how kind
Was God's eternal Son!
Our misery reached his heavenly mind,
And pity brought him down.
2 This was compassion like a God,
That when the Saviour knew
The price of pardon was his blood,
His pity ne'er withdrew.
3 Here let our hearts begin to melt,
While we his death record;
And with our joy for pardoned guilt,
Mourn that we pierced the Lord.
Medway. Uxbridge.
1 THOU Prince of glory, slain for me,
Breathing forgiveness in thy prayer;
That loving, melting look I see,
That bursting sigh, that tender tear.
2 Let me but hear thy dying voice
Pronounce forgiveness in my breast;
My trembling spirit shall rejoice,
And feel the calm of heavenly rest.
3 Lord, thine atoning blood apply,
And life or death is sweet to me;
In life's last hour, thy presence, nigh,
From fear shall set my spirit free.
Barby. Grafton.
1 AND can mine eyes, without a tear,
A weeping Saviour see?
Shall I not weep his groans to hear,
Who groaned and died for me?
2 Blest Jesus! let those tears of thine
Subdue each stubborn foe;
Come, fill my heart with love divine,
And bid my sorrows flow.
Love of Christ celebrated.
1 TO our Redeemer's glorious name
Awake the sacred song!
Oh may his love-immortal flame!—
Tune every heart and tongue.
2 His love, what mortal thought can reach!
What mortal tongue display!
Imagination's utmost stretch
In wonder dies away.
3 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay
Our humble thanks to thee,
May every heart with rapture say,
"The Saviour died for me!"
4 Oh may the sweet, the blissful theme,
Fill every heart and tongue,
Till strangers love thy charming name,
And join the sacred song.
1 AWAKE, and sing the song
Of Moses and the Lamb!
Wake every heart, and every tongue,
To praise the Saviour's name!
2 Sing of his dying love
Sing of his rising power-
Sing how he intercedes above,
For us, whose sins he bore.
3 Sing, till we feel our heart
Ascending with our tongue;
Sing, till the love of sin depart,
And grace inspire our song.
4 Sing on your heavenly way,
Ye ransomed sinners, sing;
Sing on, rejoicing every day,
In Christ, th' eternal King.
5 Soon shall we hear him say,
"Ye blessed children, come!"
Soon will he call us hence away,
To our eternal home.
f 6 There shall our raptured tongue
His endless praise proclaim;
And sweeter voices tune the song
Of Moses and the Lamb!
11 1 AWAKE-awake the sacred song To our incarnate Lord!
Let every heart, and every tongue
Adore th' eternal Word.
2 Then shone almighty power and love,
In all their glorious forms,
When Jesus left his throne above,
To dwell with sinful worms.
3 To dwell with misery here below
The Saviour left the skies,
And stooped to wretchedness and wo,
That worthless man might rise.
f1 4 Adoring angels tuned their songs,
To hail the joyful day;
With rapture, then, let mortal tongues,
Their grateful worship pay.
1 BRIGHTNESS of the Father's glory!
Shall thy praise unuttered lie?
Break, each tongue, such guilty silence,
Praise the Lord, who came to die.
2 Hosts of angels sang thy coming,
Watchful shepherds learnt their lays-
Shame would cover us, ungrateful,
Should our tongues refuse their praise.
3 From the highest throne in glory,
To the cross of deepest wo,
All to ransom guilty captives!-
Flow our praise-forever flow!
4 Re-ascend, immortal Saviour!
Leave thy footstool-take thy throne;
Yet return, and reign forever,
Be the kingdom all thine own!
Litchfield. Barby. 1 COME, Holy Ghost! inspire our songs With thine immortal flame;
Enlarge our hearts-unloose our tongues,
To praise the Saviour's name.
2 How great the riches of his grace!
He left his throne above;
And, swift to save our ruined race,
He flew on wings of love.
3 Now pardon, life, and joys divine,
In rich abundance flow,
For guilty rebels, dead in sin,
And doomed to endless wo.
4 Th' almighty Former of the skies
Stooped to our low abode;
While angels viewed with wondering eyes,
And hailed th' incarnate God.
5 Renew our souls with heavenly strength,
That we may fully prove
[length The height, and depth, and breadth, and Of such transcendent love.
1 WORTHY the Lamb of boundless sway,
In earth or heaven the Lord of all;
Let all the powers of earth obey,
And low before his footstool fall.
2 Higher-still higher, swell the strain;
Creation's voice, the note prolong;
Jesus, the Lamb, shall ever reign-
Let hallelujahs crown the song.
2 Ye, who surround the throne,
Cheerfully join in one,
Praising his name:
Ye, who have felt his blood
Sealing your peace with God,
Sound through the earth abroad,
"Worthy the Lamb!"
3 Join all the ransomed race,
Our Lord and God to bless :
Praise ye his nanie.
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