Let all who see, and know the same,
Join me in praise to Jesus' name;
To him we hallelujah cry,
Who did vouchsafe for us to die.
Soon shall we meet on Salem's shore,
To love, and praise, and part no more;
Till then we'll sing, and ever say,
The Lamb has took our sins away.
HYMN 404. C. M.
WITH thankfulness I sing the Man,
Of blessed Mary born;
The Lamb of God for sinners slain,
The same the Hebrews scorn.
My Friend I sing, who took my place,
Deliver'd up for me :
For me and all the ungodly race,
As they will some time see.
The Carpenter, the Nazarene,
Who all my curse endur'd,
Who having wash'd away my sin,
My part in heav'n insur'd.
When he on Calv'ry naked bled,
He groan'd beneath my pain
A spectacle to angels made,
A gazing stock for man.
This of my Lord I can't forget,
With all beside I'd part ;
For O! his love, death, wounds and sweat Are written on my heart.
I fain would banish from my mind
The world and things of sense,
And only muse on what I find
In him, nor move from hence.
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Nothing like him so pleasing shines,
In my admiring eyes;
Love, conqu❜ring love, my soul confines
Him more than all to prize.
HYMN 405. C. M.
BEGIN the high, celestial strain,
My ravish'd soul, and sing
A solemn hymn of grateful praise
To Heaven's Almighty King ;
Ye curling fountains, as you roll
Your silver waves along,
Whisper to all your verdant shores
The subject of my song.
Retain it long, ye echoing rocks!
The sacred sound retain,
And from your hollow-winding caves
Return it oft again.
Bear it, ye winds, on all your wings
To distant climes away;
And round the wide-extended world
My lofty theme convey.
Take the glad burden of his name,
Ye clouds, as you arise,
Whether to deck the golden morn,
Or shade the evening skies.
Let harmless thunders roll along
The smooth, etherial plain,
And answer, from the crystal vault,
To ev'ry flying strain.
Long let it warble round the spheres,
And echo through the sky,
Till angels, with immortal skill,
Improve the harmony.
While I, with sacred rapture fir'd,
The bless'd Creator sing,
And warble consecrated lays
To Heav'n's Almighty King.
HARK! what distant music melts upon the ear!
So sweet the tones, the symphonies so clear !
Some seraph sure has touch'd his golden lyre,
And praise resounds through all the heav'nly choir.
Ye mortals, catch the soul-commanding sound ;
Learn the bless'd theme,and chant the chorus round.
O could our strains the rapt'rous notes combine, Then should our grateful anthems pour along The soothing, swelling harmonies of song; And ev'ry breast would glow with love divine !
Most gracious God, thy humble suppliants hear;
Accept the tributary lays we bring :
Thy power we own; thy majesty revere;
Thy goodness celebrate; thy glories sing.
And oh ! may all in one grand concert raise
To Thee hosannas of unceasing praise.
HYMN 407. P. M.
JESUS, all hail! thou risen Saviour, hail!
At thy command the seventh trump shall sound,
The sun retire, the moon, the stars turn pale,
And heav'n, and earth, and sea, no more be found.
Rous'd at thy word, the slumbʼring nations rise; The dead, who live not till the trump be blown, Lift up to thee their supplicating eyes,
And they who pierc'd thee, weep at mercy's throne.
On all their sins the cleansing fountain rolls, Their robes are wash'd in thine all-saving blood; The Fount of life supplies their thirsty souls, And ev'ry nation drinks the living flood.
Bath'd in the crimson stream of love divine,
With tears of joy in ecstacy they cry;
"The east, the west, the south, the north, are thine, From everlasting, thine, we shall not die."
"All souls are mine; all live to God in me, The first the last, the last the first proclaim; Jew, Gentile, Greek, Barbarian, bond or free, Are one new man, and bear Immanuel's name."
THIS God is the God we adore,
Our faithful, unchangeable Friend,
Whose love is as great as his pow'r,
And neither knows measure nor end.
'Tis Jesus, the first and the last,
Whose spirit shall guide us safe home;
We'll praise him for all that is past,
And trust him for all that's to come.
HYMN 410. P. M.
YE nymphs of Solyma! begin the song:
To heavenly themes sublimer strains belong.
The mossy fountains and the sylvan shades,
The dreams of Pindus and th' Aonian maids
Delight no more. O Thou my voice inspire,
Who touch'd Isaiah's hallowed lips with fire!
Rapt into future times the bard begun :
A Virgin shall conceive, a Virgin bear a Son!
From Jesse's root behold a Branch arise,
Whose sacred flow'r with fragrance fills the skies :
Th' ethereal Spirit o'er its leaves shall move,
And on its top descend the mystic Dove.
Ye heav'ns from high the dewy nectar pour,
And in soft silence shed the kindly show'r.
The sick and weak the healing plant shall aid,
From storms a shelter, and from heat a shade;
All crimes shall cease, and ancient fraud shall fail,
Returning justice lift aloft her scale;
Peace o'er the world her olive wand extend,
And white-rob'd innocence from heav'n descend.
Swift fly the years, and rise the expected morn !
Oh spring to light, auspicious Babe, be born!
See nature hastes her earliest wreaths to bring,
With all the incense of the breathing spring;
See lofty Lebanon his head advance,
See nodding forests on the mountains dance,
See spicy clouds from lowly Sharon rise,
And Carmel's flow'ry top perfumes the skies!
Hark! a glad voice the lonely desert cheers;
Prepare the way ! a God, a God appears!
A God, a God! the vocal hills reply,
The rocks proclaim th' approaching Deity.
Lo, earth receives him from the bending skies!
Sink down, ye mountains, and, ye vallies, rise !
With heads declin'd, ye cedars, homage pay;
Be smooth, ye rocks; ye rapid floods, give way!
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