4 Let mortals ne'er refuse to take Th' hosanna on their tongues,
Lest rocks and stones should rise, and break Their silence into songs.
God reconciled in Christ.
DEAREST of all the names above,
My Jesus, and my God,
Who can resist thy heavenly love,
Or trifle with thy blood?
2 'Tis by the merits of thy death
The Father smiles again;
"Tis by thine interceding breath
The Spirit dwells with men.
3 Till God in human flesh I see,
My thoughts no comfort find;
The holy, just, and sacred Three
Are terrors to my mind.
4 But if Immanuel's face appear,
My hope, my joy begins;
His name forbids my slavish fear,
His grace removes my sins.
5 While Jews on their own law rely,
And Greeks of wisdom boast,
I love th' incarnate mystery,
And there I fix my trust.
Praise to the Redeemer.
PLUNG'D in a gulf of dark despair
We wretched sinners lay,
Without one cheerful beam of hope,
Or spark of glimmering day.
2 With pitying eyes, the Prince of Grace
Beheld our helpless grief,
He saw, and (O amazing love!)
He ran to our relief.
Down from the shining seats above
With joyful haste he fled,
Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.
4 He spoil'd the powers of darkness thus,
And brake our iron chains;
Jesus has freed our captive souls
From everlasting pains.
5 [In vain the baffled prince of hell
His cursed projects tries,
We that were doom'd his endless slaves
Are rais'd above the skies.]
6 O for this love, let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break,
And all harmonious human tongues
The Saviour's praises speak.
7 Angels, assist our mighty joys,
Strike all your harps of gold;
But when you raise your highest notes
His love can ne'er be told.
Now begin the heav'nly theme,
Sing aloud in Jesus' name!
Ye, who his salvation prove,
Triumph in redeeming love.
2 Ye, who see the Father's grace
Beaming in the Saviour's face,
As to heav'n ye onward move,
'Triumph in redeeming love.
3 Mourning souls! dry up your tears;
Banish all your guilty fears.
See your guilt and care remove,
Cancell❜d by redeeming love.
4Ye, alas! who long have been
Willing slaves of death and sin!
Now from bliss no longer rove;
Stop, and taste redeeming love.
5 Christ subdu'd th' infernal pow'rs;
His tremendous foes, and ours,
From their cursed empire drove,
Mighty in redeeming love.
6 Hither, then, your music bring;
Strike aloud the joyful string.
Mortals! join the host above,
Join to praise redeeming love.
(111.) S. M.
The blessedness of gospel times
[OW beauteous are their feet,
Who stand on Zion's hill!
Who bring salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal.
2 How charming is their voice!
How sweet the tidings are!
"Zion, behold thy Saviour King;
He reigns and triumphs here.'
3 How happy are our ears,
That hear this joyful sound,
Which kings and prophets waited for,
And sought, but never found!
4 How blessed are our eyes,
That see this heav'nly light!
Prophets and kings desir'd it long,
But died without the sight.
5 The watchmen join their voice,
And tuneful notes employ;
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
And deserts learn the joy.
6 The Lord makes bare his arm
Thro' all the earth abroad;
Let ev'ry nation now behold
Their Saviour and their God,
352. The pardoning God. Micah vii. 18. 1 GREAT God of wonders! all thy ways Are matchless, godlike, and divine; But the fair glories of thy grace,
More godlike and unrivall'd shine:
Who is a pardoning God like thee?
Or who has grace so rich and free?
2 Crimes of such horror to forgive,
Such guilty daring worms to spare,
This is thy grand prerogative,
And none shall in the honour share:
Who is a pardoning God like thee?
Or who has grace so rich and free?
3 Angels and men resign their claim
To pity, mercy, love, and grace,
These glories crown Jehovah's name
With an incomparable blaze:
Who is a pardoning God like thee?
Or who has grace so rich and free?
4 In wonder lost, with trembling joy,
We take the pardon of our God,
Pardon for crimes of deepest dye;
A pardon seal'd with Jesus' blood:
Who is a pardoning God like thee?
Or who has grace so rich and free?
O may this strange, this matchless grace,
This godlike miracle of love,
Fill the wide earth with grateful praise,
And all the angelic choirs above:
Who is a pardoning God like thee?
Or who has grace so rich and free?
Praise to the Redeemer.
our Redeemer's glorious name Awake the sacred song!
O 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.
9 He left his radiant throne on high,
Left the bright realms of bliss,
And came to earth to bleed and die!~
Was ever love like this?
Dear Lord, while we adoring pay
Our humble thanks to thee,
May every heart with rapture say,
The Saviour died for me.
50 may the sweet, the blissful theme,
Fill every heart and tongue:
Till strangers love thy charming name,
And join the sacred song.
1 BRIGHT source of everlasting love!
To thee our souls we raise;
And to thy matchless bounty rear
A monument of praise.
2 Thy mercy gilds the path of life
With ev'ry cheering ray;
Kindly restrains the rising tear,
Or wipes that tear away.
8 When, sunk in guilt, our race approach'd The borders of despair;
Thy grace through Jesus' blood proclaim'd A free salvation near.
4 What shall we render, bounteous Lord,
For all the grace we see?
Alas! the goodness worms can yield
Extendeth not to thee.
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