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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.
C. M. 348.
God reconciled in Christ.
My Jesus, and my God,
Or trifle with thy blood?
The Father smiles again; 'Tis by thine intercerling breath
The Spirit dwells with men. 9 Till God in human flesh I see,
My thoughts no comfort find;
Are terrors to my mind.
My hope, my joy begins;
His grace removes my sins.
And Greeks of wisdom boast, I love th' incarnate mystery, And there I fix my trust.
C. M. 349.
Praise to the Redeemer.
We wretched sinners lay,
Or spark of glimmering day.
Beheld our helpless grief,
3 Down from the shining seats above
With joyful haste he fled, Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead. He spoil'd the powers of darkness thus,
And brake our iron chains; Jesus has freed our captive souls
From everlasting pains.
His cursed projects tries,
Are rais'd above the skies.]
Their lasting silence break,
The Saviour's praises speak. 7 Angels, assist our mighty joys,
Strike all your harps of gold;
His love can ne'er be told.
350. (121.) · P. M.
Sing aloud in Jesus' name!
T'riumph in redeeming love.
Beaming in the Saviour's face,
'Triumph in redeeming love.
Banish all your guilty fears.
Cancell'd by redeeming love.
Now from bliss no longer rove;
Stop, and taste redeeming love.
His tremendous foes, and ours,
Mighty in redeeming love.
Strike aloud the joyful string.
(111.) S. M. The blessechess of gospel times t HO COW beauteous are their feet,
Who stand on Zion's hill!
And words of peace reveal. 2 How charming is their voice!
How sweet ihe tidings are !
He reigns and triumphs here." 3 How happy are our ears,
That hear this joyful sound,
And sought, but never found!
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,
P. M. 352. The pardoning God. Micah vii. 18. 1 GREAT God of wonders! all thy way.
Are matchless, godlike, and divine; But the fair glories of thy grace,
Mort godlike and unrivali'd shine: Who is a pardoning God like thec?
Or who has grace so rich and free! 9 Crimes of such horror to forgire,
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,
With an incomparable blaze:
Or who has grace so rich and free?
We take the pardon of our God,
A pardon seal'd with Jesus' blood:
Or who has grace so rich and free! 5 O may this strange, this matchless grace,
This godlike miracle of love,
And all the angelic choirs above:
C. M. 353.
Praise to the Redeemer.
O may his love (immortal flame!)
Tune every heart and tongue. 2 His love what mortal thought can reach!
What mortal tongue display!
In wonder. dies away.
Left the bright realms of bliss,
Was ever love like this?
Our humble thanks to thee,
«i The Saviour died for me.”
Fill every heart and tongue:
And join the sacred song.
354. (343.) C. M.
To thee our souls we raise;
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. s When, sunk in guilt, our race approach'd
The borders of despair;
Å free salvation near.
For all the grace we see?
Extendeth not to thee.