HYMN 347. P. M.

THOU dear Redeemer, dying Lamb!

We love to hear of thee;
No music like thy charming name,
Not half so sweet can be!
O may we ever hear thy voice
In mercy to us speak!
And in our Priest will we rejoice,
Thou great Melchisedec.

2

Our Jesus shall be still our theme
While in this world we stay ;
We'll sing our Jesus' lovely name,
When all things else decay :
When we appear in yonder cloud,
With all his favour'd throng,
Then will we sing more sweet and loud,
And Christ shall be our song.

HYMN 348. L. M.

JOIN all the names of love and pow'r

That ever men or angels bore,
All are too mean to speak his worth,
Or set Immanuel's glory forth.

2

But O, what condescending ways
He takes to teach his heav'nly grace;
Mine eyes with joy and wonder see
What forms of love he bears to me.

3

Great Prophet! let me bless thy name;
By thee the joyful tidings came

Of wrath appeas'd, of sins forgiv❜n,
Of hell subdu'd, and peace with heav'n.

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4

I love my Shepherd, he shall keep
My wand'ring soul amongst his sheep;
He feeds his flocks, he calls their names,
And in his bosom bears the lambs.

5

Jesus, my great High Priest, has dy'd,
I seek no sacrifice beside;

His blood did once for all atone,

And now it pleads before the throne.

6

My Lord, my Conqu'ror, and my King,
Thy sceptre and thy sword I sing;
Thine is the vict' ry, and I sit
A joyful, subject at thy feet.

HYMN 349. L. M.

GREAT God of heav'n! it cannot be

That good and evil flow from thee;
Thou art eternally the same,

And love and mercy are thy name.

2

Thy ways are truth, thy laws are right,
Justice and mercy thy delight;

To all, thy tender mercies flow,
In heav'n above, and earth below.

3

Thou didst in love our race create,
Holy and happy was their state;
And when by sin thy creatures fell,
Thou didst redeem their souls from hell.
4

To all, thy grace is freely giv'n,

And thou wilt lead them all to heav'n ; Thy nature's love, thy dealings kind, Nor one for hell was e'er design'd.

5

Great God, how kind are all thy ways!
How free thy love, how rich thy grace !
All needful aid to us is giv❜n,

And thou wilt raise our souls to heav'n ! .

HYMN 350. C. M.

Now shall my inward joys arise,

And burst into a song ; Almighty love inspires my heart, And pleasures ture my tongue.

2

God on his thirsty Zion's hill
Some mercy-drops has thrown,
And solemn oaths have bound his love
To show'r salvation down.

3

Why do we then indulge our fears,
Suspicion and complaints?
Is he a God, and shall his grace
Grow weary of his saints?

4

Can a kind woman e'er forget

The infant of her womb,

And 'mongst a thousand tender thoughts, Her suckling have no room ?

5

Yet, saith the Lord, should nature change,

And mothers monsters prove,

Zion still dwells upon the heart

Of everlasting love.

6

Deep on the palms of both my hands

I have engrav'd her name;

My hands shall raise her ruin’d walls,
And build her broken frame.

NATURE, with all her pow'rs, shall sing

God the Creator, and the King :

Nor air, nor earth, nor skies nor seas,
Deny the tribute of their praise.

2

Begin to make his glories known,

Ye seraphs, who sit near his throne;
Tune your harps high, and spread the sound
To the creation's utmost bound.

3

All mortal things, of meaner frame,
Exert your force, and own his name ;
Whilst, with our souls, and with our voice,
We sing his honours, and our joys.

4

To him be sacred all we have,

From the young cradle to the grave;
Our lips shall his loud wonders tell,
And ev'ry word—a miracle.

5

This western world, our native land,
Lies safe in the Almighty's hand:
Our foes of vict'ry dream in vain.
And shake the captivating chain.

6

He builds for liberty a throne,
And makes it gracious like his own;
Makes our successive rulers kind,
And gives our dangers to the wind.

7

Raise monumental praises high

To him, that thunders through the sky,
And with an awful nod or frown,
Shakes an aspiring tyrant down.

8

Pillars of lasting brass proclaim
The triumphs of th' Eternal name ;
While trembling nations read from far
The honours of the God of war.

9

Thus let our flaming zeal employ
Our loftiest thoughts, and loudest songs ;
Let there be sung with warmest joy
Hosauna from ten thousand tongues.

10

Yet, mighty God, our feeble frame
Attempts in vain to reach thy name !
The strongest notes that angels raise,
Faint in the worship and the praise.

HYMN 352. S. M.

COME, ye that love the Lord, And let your joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne.

2

The sorrows of the mind

Be banish'd from the place;
Religion never was design'd
To make our pleasures less.

3

Let those refuse to sing,
That never knew our God,
But fav'rites of the heav'nly King
May speak their joys abroad.

4

The God that rules on high, And thunders when he please, That rides upon the stormy sky, And manages the seas;