Jesus to angels thus made known,
They see the God they love;
In human form he fills the throne,
And all the heav'ns above.
This is the God our souls adore,
We glory in his name ;
And joyful will, from shore to shore,
His Deity proclaim.
OUR confidence and hope, O Lord,
Are fix'd on thee alone;
Escourag'd by thy sacred word,
That thou wilt sinners own.
Here storms and tempests daily low'r,
And enemies assail;
But thou dear Lord, our Rock and Tow'r,
Wilt o'er our foes prevail.
Infernal hosts, athirst for blood,
Against our souls combine;
Our hope is fix'd on thee, our God,
Thy pow'r is all divine.
We sail o'er rough, tempest'ous waves,
And long to gain the land;
Jesus is nigh, and ever saves,
By his almighty hand.
On him in troubles we rely,
He hears us when we call ;
His mercy is for ever nigh,
He is our all in all.
HYMN 288. P. M.
CALM, my soul, behold thy Saviour!
This bless'd thought shall joy impart,
Though by all the world forsaken,
That he bears me on his heart.
What though all the world are preaching, “Death shall reign for ever more” ? I'm instructed by his teaching,
That its reign shall soon be o’er.
What though death, and hell, and ruin,
Seek my soul? thy grace I see ;
Which shall still go on subduing,
And bring all things home to thee.
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Jesus, for the guilty captive,
Gave his precious life away;
Nor shall death, and hell, and satan,
Always hold the Saviour's prey.
But I feel I am a sinner;
Can his grace to me extend? Yes, methinks the gospel whispers, "Jesus is the sinner's Friend."
Soon we'll leave this world of sorrow,
And behold his smiling face;
And with all the ransom'd myriads
Sing the triumphs of his grace.
Oh! for such transcendent goodness,
May each soul in concert rise ;
In melodious, grateful anthems,
Sound his praises to the skies.
FROM thy bless'd body radiant light
Beams forth in god-like rays
A sun divine to angels' sight
Who on thy beauty gaze.
They joyful see thee as thou art,
Thy nameless glories view
And unto them thou dost impart
Eternal glory too.
O could we all thy beauty see,
With an arch-angel's eye ;
In thy Divine Humanity,
How should we long to fly!
To thee, and thee alone, be praise,
Below we taste thy love;
And soon thou wilt our spirits raise,
To see thy face above!
COME, ye that love the Lord, rejoice,
And praise him with exalted voice;
We are his care, he will defend
From all that earth and hell intend.
Our souls he will in safety keep,
For he's the Shepherd, we the sheep:
Though savage lions roar around,
In Jesus is our safety found.
Why should we fear the cruel bear,
Or for the serpent's poison care ?
Jesus will all their rage subdue,
And make us more than conqu❜rors too.
Let men and devils do their worst,
Still in Jehovah's name we'll trust ;
He is our God, and doth engage
To save us from their utmost rage.
To his own care our souls are giv❜n,
We shall be sav❜d and rise to heav'n;
For we to him are ever nigh,
And he'll defend us till we die.
SING to the Lord with cheerful voice,
Ye sons of men, rejoice, rejoice!
This is our Saviour's glorious day,
Wherein he made hell's troops a prey.
To day our Saviour from on high
Invites his own dear children nigh;
Come, worship now before his face,
And taste the sweetness of his grace.
May nought but grace now fill our tongues, Or be the subject of our songs;
Since ought besides thy name, Most High, Is emptiness and vanity.
May ev'ry thing on earth give place
Unto the word of truth and grace ;
O King of glory! enter in,
And turn out ev'ry thought unclean.
AND is this heav'n! and am I there!
How short the road! how swift the flight!
I am all life, all eye, all ear;
Jesus is here-my soul's delight.
Is this the heav'nly Friend who hung
In blood and anguish on the tree,
Whom Paul proclaim'd, whom David sung,
Who dy'd for them, who dy'd for me?
How fair, thou Offspring of my God!
Thou first-born Image of his face !
Thy death procur'd this bless'd abode,
Thy vital beams adorn the place.
Lo! he presents me at the throne
All spotless; there the Godhead reigns
Sublime and peaceful through the Son :
Awake, my voice, in heavenly strains.
BEFORE the rosy dawn of day,
To thee, my God, I'll sing;
Awake my soft and tuneful lyre,
Awake each charming string.
Awake, and let thy flowing strains
Glide through the midnight air,
While high amidst the silent orbs
The silver moon rolls clear:
While all the glitt'ring, starry lamps
Are lighted in the sky;
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