HYMNS

AND

SPIRITUAL SONGS.

BOOK I.

COLLECTED FROM THE HOLY SCRIPTURES.

HYMN 1. C. M. Devizes. St. Asaph's. [*]
A New Song to the Lamb that was slain.
Rev. v, 6, 8, 9, 10, 12.

1 BEHOLD the glories of the Lamb,

Amidst his Father's throne:

Prepare new honours for his name,
And songs, before unknown.

e 2 Let elders worship at his feet,
The church adore around;
With vials full of odours sweet,
And harps of sweeter sound.

-3 Those are the pray'rs of all the saints,
And these the hymns they raise :

e Jesus is kind to our complaints, He loves to hear our praise.

4 [Eternal Father, who shall look,
Into thy secret will?

Who but the Son shall take that book,
And open ev'ry seal?

-5 He shall fulfil thy great decrees,
The Son deserves it well;

Lo, in his hand the sov'reign keys
Of heav'n, and death, and hell!]

86 Now to the Lamb, that once was slain,
Be endless blessings paid;

Salvation, glory, joy, remain,
Forever, on thy head.

d 7 Thou hast redeem'd our souls with blood;
Hast set the pris'ners free:

Hast made us kings and priests to God;
And we shall reign with thee!

g 8 The worlds of nature and of grace
Are put beneath thy pow'r :
Then shorten these delaying days;
And bring the promis'd hour.

HYMN 2. L. M. Castle-Street. [*]
The Deity and Humanity of Christ. John i, 1, 3,14;
Col. i, 16; and Eph. iii, 9, 10.

RE the blue heav'ns were stretch'd abroad,
From everlasting was the Word;

With God he was; the Word was God!

And must divinely be ador'd.

2 By his own pow'r were all things made,
By him supported all things stand;
He is the whole creation's head,
And angels fly at his command.
3 [Ere sin was born, or Satan fell,
He led the host of morning stars;
Thy generation who can tell,

Or count the number of thy years?]

p 4 But lo, he leaves those heav'nly forms-
The Word descends and dwells in clay:
That he may hold converse with worms,
Dress'd in such feeble flesh as they.

o 5 Mortals with joy behold his face,
Th' eternal Father's only Son;

e How full of truth! how full of grace!
When thro' his eyes the Godhead shone.
g 6 Archangels leave their high abode,
To learn new myst'ries here, and tell,
The love of our descending God,
The glories of Immanuel.

HYMN 3. S. M. St. Thomas's. [*]
The Nativity of Christ. Luke i, 30, &c. Luke ii, 10.
EHOLD, the grace appears!

B The promise

fulfill'd!

Mary the wondrous virgin bears,
And Jesus is the child!

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2 [The Lord, the highest God,
Calls him his only Son:

He bids him rule the lands abroad,
And gives him David's throne.

3 O'er Jacob shall he reign,
With a peculiar sway:

The nations shall his grace obtain,
His kingdom ne'er decay.]

4 To bring the glorious news,
A heav'nly form appears,
He tells the shepherds of their joys,
And banishes their fears.

5 "Go, humble swains," said he,
"To David's city fly;

"The promis'd Infant, born to-day,
"Does in a manger lie.

6 "With looks, and hearts, serene,' "Go visit Christ, your King:" -And straight a flaming troop was seen; The shepherds heard them sing :"Glory to God on high!

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"And heav'nly peace on earth; "Good will to men, to angels joy, "At the Redeemer's birth."

8 "[In worship so divine,

"Let saints employ their tongues;

With the celestial host we join,
And loud repeat their songs ;-
9 "Glory to God on high!

"And heav'nly peace on earth;
"Good will to men, to angels joy,
"At our Redeemer's birth."]

HYMN 4. Referred to the 2d Psalm.

HYMN 5. C. M. Canterbury. Isle of Wight. [b] Submission to afflictive Providence. Job i, 21.

1

NAKED, as from the earth we came,

And crept to life at first,

We to the earth return again,

And mingle with our dust.

e 2 The dear delights we here enjoy,

And fondly call our own,

Are but short favours borrow'd now,
To be repaid anon.

-3 'Tis God, who lifts our comforts high,
Or sinks them in the grave;

He gives-and (blessed be his name!)
He takes but what he gave.

a 4 Peace, all our angry passions, then,
Let each rebellious sigh

Be silent at his sovereign will,
And every murmur die.

o 5 If smiling mercy crown our lives,
Its praises shall be spread;

e And we'll adore the justice too, That strikes our comforts dead.

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HYMN 6. C. M. Sunday. [*]

Triumph over Death. Job xix, 25, 27.

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REAT God, I own the sentence just,
And nature must decay;

p I yield my body to the dust,

To dwell with fellow clay.

-2 Yet faith may triumph o'er the grave, And trample on the tombs;

o My Jesus, my Redeemer, lives, My God my Saviour comes.

o 3 The mighty conqu'ror shall appear,
High on a royal seat;

And death, the last of all his fces,
Lie vanquish'd at his feet.

e 4 Tho' greedy worms devour my skin,
And gnaw my wasting flesh;
-When God shall build my bones again,
He'll clothe them all afresh.

o 5 Then shall I see thy lovely face,
With strong immortal eyes;
And feast upon thy unknown grace,
With pleasure and surprise.]

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HYMN 7. C. M. Sunday. [*]

Invitation of the Gospel. Isa. lv, 1, 2, &c.
ET ev'ry mortal ear attend,
And ev'ry heart rejoice!