My touch and taste shall do the same, 4 But not the waters of a floud e 1 5 Not choicest meats, nor noblest wines, As when my faith goes through the signs, 6 I love the Lord, who stoops so low, But the rich grace his hands bestow, HYMN 142. S. M. Peckham. [b] NOT Could give the guilty conscience peace, But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, A sacrifice of nobler name, p3 And richer blood than they. My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine,While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin. -4 My soul looks back to see The burdens thou didst bear,When hanging on the cursed tree,And hopes her guilt was there. Believing, we rejoice u 5 To see the curse remove; We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, 1 HYMN 143. C. M. Hymn 2d. [b*] WHAT diffrent powers of grace and sin Attend our mortal state l I hate the thoughts that work within, p 2 Now I complain, and groan, and die, Now raise my songs of triumph high, -3 So darkness struggles with the light, Water and fire maintain the fight, 4 Thus will the flesh and spirit strive, o But I shall quit this mortal life, And sin for ever cease.] HYMN 144. L. M. Old Hundred. [*] Effusions of the Spirit: Success of the Gospel. GREAT was the day the joy was great, When the divine disciples met; 1 Whilst on their heads the Spirit came, And sat like tongues of cloven flame. e 2 What gifts, what miracles he gave ! And power to give, and power to save! Furnish'd their tongues with wondrous words, Instead of shields, and spears, and swords. -3 Thus arm'd, he sent the champions forth, From east to west, from south to north; d 'Go-and assert your Saviour's cause; 'Go-spread the myst'ry of his cross.' -4 These weapons of the holy war, Of what almighty force they areTo make our stubborn passions bow, And lay the proudest rebel low! 5 Nations, the learned and the rude, Are by those heavenly arms subdu'd: While Satan rages at his loss, And hates the doctrine of the cross. 6 Great King of grace, my heart subdue, A willing captive to my Lord- 1 HYMN 145. C. M. Barby. [*] And long to meet my Saviour's face, e 2 Oh, that the happy hour were come; -I should behold my Lord at home, o 3 Haste, any Beloved, and remove -Then shall my passions all be love, HYMN 146. L. M. Babylon. Carthage. [b] Vanity of Creatures; or, no Rest on Earth. 1MAN has a soul of vast desires; He burns within with restless fires; 2 In vain on earth we hope to find To change the place, but keep the pain. HYMN 147. C. M. Barby. [*] The Creation of the World. Gen. 1. 1 ['NOW let a spacious world arise,' Said the Creator Lord: At once th' obedient earth and skies 2 (Dark was the deep: the waters lay 3 He bids the clouds ascend on high; 4 The liquid element below The rolling seas together flow, And leave the solid land. 5 With herbs and plants of flow'ry birth, Ere there was rain to bless the earth, 6 Then he adorn'd the upper skies: The moon and stars in order rise, The painted fowls of ev'ry wing, 8 He gave the lion and the worm, 9 Adam was fram'd of equal clay, He saw the building from on high, 11 Lord, while the frame of nature stands, But the new world of grace demands A more exalted song.] HYMN 148. C. M. Canterbury. St. Ann's. [b*] e l God reconciled in Christ. DEAREST of all the names above, My Jesus and my God Who can resist thy heavenly love, -2 'Tis hy the merits of thy death, o 3 Till God in human flesh I see, a The holy, just, and sacred Three e 4 But if Emmanuel's face appear, I love th' Incarnate Mystery, 1 HYMN 149. C. M. Arundel. [*] ETERNAL Sovereign of the sky And Lord of all below, We mortals to thy Majesty Our first obedience owe. 2 Our souls adore thy throne supreme, 3 (The crowns of all those princes shine, With rays above the rest, Where laws and liberties combine, 4 Kingdoms on firm foundations stand, 5 Let Cæsar's due be ever paid To Cæsar and his throne; But consciences and souls were made 1 HYMN 150. C. M. Plymouth. [b] SIN has a thousand treach'rous arts With flatt'ring looks she tempts our hearts, 2 With names of virtue she deceives The aged and the young; And while the heedless wretch believes, She makes his fetters strong. 3 She pleads for all the joys she brings. And gives a 1.1 pretence; |