a 1 HYMN 27. L. M. Blendon. [*] Praise ye Him all his Angels. Ps. cxlviii, 2. GOD, the eternal, awful name, That the whole heav'nly army fears! That shakes the wide creation's frame, And Satan trembles when he hears! -2 Like flames of fire his servants are, And light surrounds his dwelling place, • But, O ye fiery flames, declare The brighter glories of his face. e 3 'Tis not for such poor worms as we, The beauties of your sov'reign King. o 5 Speak-for you feel his burning love,— What zeal it spreads through all your frame; e That sacred fire dwells all above, For we on earth have lost the name. -6 [Sing of his pow'r, and justice too, That infinite right hand of his, That vanquish'd Satan and his crew; • And thunder drove them down from bliss. d 7 What mighty storms of poison'd darts Were hurl'd upon the rebels there! What deadly jav'lins nail'd their hearts, Fast to the racks of long despair. • 8 Shout to your King ye heav'nly host, You that beheld the sinking foe; Firmly ye stood, when they were lost; o Praise the rich grace that kept you so.] u 9 Proclaim his wonders from the skies; Let ev'ry distant nation hear: -And while you sound his lofty praise, e Let humble mortals bow, and fear! HYMN 28. C. M. Windsor. [b] e 1 Death and Eternity. STOOP us TOOP down, my tho'ts, that used to rise a e Think how a gasping mortal lies,— And pants away his breath. p 2 His quiv'ring lip hangs feeble down, Then, speechless, with a doleful groan, e 3 But oh, the soul that never dies! u 4 Up to the courts where angels dwell; a Or devils plunge it down to hell, In infinite despair. p 5 And must my body faint and die? Oh, for some guardian angel, nigh -6 Jesus, to thy dear faithful hand, e And my flesh waits for thy command, HYMN 29. C. M. Devizes. [*] 1 JESUS, with all thy saints above, My tongue would bear her part; • Would sound aloud thy saving love, And sing thy bleeding heart. -2 Bless'd be the Lamb, my dearest Lord, Who bought me with his blood; e And quench'd his Father's flaming sword, In his own vital flood. o 3 The Lamb, that free'd my captive soul From Satan's heavy chains; o And sent the lion down to howl, Where hell and horrour reigns. s 4 All glory to the dying Lamb, And never ceasing praise; HYMN 30. S. M. Newton. Kibworth. [*] Heavenly Joy on Earth. COME MOME, we who love the Lord, Join in a song of sweet accord, e And thus surround the throne. To make our pleasures less.] 3 Let those refuse to sing, Who never knew our God; o But fav'rites of the heav'nly King Should speak their joys abroad. e 4 [The God that rules on high, And thunders when he please, That rides upon the stormy sky, And manages the seas. 5 This awful God is ours, Our Father and our love; o He shall send down his heav'nly pow'rs, To carry us above. 0 6 There we shall see his face, And never-never sin ; 7 Yes, and before we rise To that immortal state, The thoughts of such amazing bliss Celestial fruits on earthly ground, From faith and hope may grow. b 9 The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heav'nly fields, 1 10 Then let our songs abound, And ev'ry tear be dry; We're marching through Emmanuel's ground,' HYMN 31. L. M. Sicilian. [b] Christ's Presence makes Death easy. WH nd found th I. HYMN 32, 33. 393 th is the gate of endless joy, y." surelud yet we dread to enter there. died fe Dut it · 7 de The pains, the groans, the dying strife, 3 Oh! if my Lord would come and meet, 4 Jesus can make a dying bed HYMN 32. C. M. China. [b] Frailty and Folly. • 1 H How vast our soul's affairs! TOW short and hasty is our life! e Yet senseless mortals vainly strive- -2 Our days run thoughtlessly along, Just like a story, or a song, 3 God, from on high, invites us home; And, ever hast'ning to the tomb, a 4 How we deserve the deepest hell, What chains of vengeance should we feel, o That we may end this mortal race, HYMN 33. C. M. Arundel. St. Asaph's. [*] The blessed Society in Heaven. 01 RAISE thee, my soul, by up, and run Thro' ev'ry heav'nly street; And say, there's nought below the sun, 2 [Thus will we mount on sacred wings, Nor earth, nor all her mightiest things, g 3 There, on a high majestic throne, And sheds his glorious goodness down, 4 Bright, like the sun, the Saviour sits! 5 Amidst those ever-shining skies, o 6 The glorious tenants of the place, • And saints and seraphs sing and praise The infinite Three-One. e7 [But Oh, what beams of heav'nly grace Ten thousand smiles from Jesus' face, e 8 Jesus, and when shall that dear day, When I shall leave this house of clay, HYMN 34. C. M. Isle of Wight. Zion. [b*] 1 C NOME, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove, Kindle a flame of sacred love, In these cold hearts of ours. e 2 Look, how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling toys! a Our souls can neither fly nor go, To reach eternal joys. e 3 In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise; a Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies. |