p4 Dear Lord! and shall we ever live At this poor dying rate ? Our love so faint, so cold to thee, And thine to us so great?
-5 Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove, With all thy quick'ning pow'rs, - o Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, And that shall kindle ours.
Praise for Creation and Redemption. ET them neglect thy glory, Lord, Who never know thy grace;
• But our loud song shall still record The wonders of thy praise.
• 2 We raise our shouts, O God, to thee, And send them to thy throne; u All glory to the united THREE, The undivided ONE.
-3 'Twas he (and we'll adore his name) Who form'd us by a word; 'Tis he restores our ruin'd frame: Salvation to the Lord!
s 4 Hosanna! - let the earth and skies
Repeat the joyful sound;
Rocks, hills, and vales reflect the voice, In one eternal round.
HYMN 36. S. M. Newton. [*]
Christ's Intercession.
WELL, the Redeemer's gone,
T' appear before our God;
To sprinkle o'er the flaming throne, With his atoning blood.
2 No fiery vengeance now, No burning wrath comes down;
If justice calls for sinner's blood, The Saviour shews his own.
3 Before his Father's eye Our humble suit he moves; e The Father lays his thunder by,
And looks, and smiles, and loves.
4 Now may our joyful tongues Our Maker's honours sing; Jesus, the Priest, receives our songs, And bears them to the King. 5 [We bow before his face, And sound his glories high: Hosanna to the God of grace, That lays his thunder by.] 0 6 On earth thy mercy reigns, And triumphs all above : e But, Lord, how weak our mortal strains, To speak immortal love! e 7 [How jarring and how low Are all the notes we sing! -Sweet Saviour, tune our songs anew, And they shall please the King.]
IFT up your eyes to th' heav'nly seat,
Where your Redeemer stays:
Kind Intercessor, there he sits,
And loves, and pleads, and prays.
2 'Twas well, my soul, he dy'd for thee. And shed his vital blood,-
Appeas'd stern justice on the tree, And then arose to God.
3 Petitions now and praise may rise, And saints their off'rings bring. The Priest, with his own sacrifice, Presents them to the King.
4 (Let papists trust what names they please; Their saints and angels boast, We've no such advocates as these, Nor pray to th' heav'nly host.) 5 Jesus alone shall bear my cries, Up to his Father's throne: He, dearest Lord, perfumes my sighs, And sweetens ev'ry groan.
6 Ten thousand praises to the King; Hosanna in the high'st: Ten thousand thanks our spirits bring To God and to his Christ.]
APPY the heart where graces reign, Where love inspires the breast:
Love is the brightest of the train,
And strengthens all the rest.
e 2 Knowledge, alas! 'tis all in vain, And all in vain our fear; Our stubborn sins will fight and reign, If love be absent there.
• 3 'Tis love that makes our cheerful feet
In swift obedience move;
e The devils know, and tremble too,- But Satan cannot love.
o 4 This is the grace that lives, and sings, When faith and hope shall cease; 'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings In the sweet realms of bliss. 5 Before we quite forsake our clay, Or leave this dark abode, The wings of love bear us away, To see our smiling God.
HYMN 39. C. M Canterbury. [b] The Shortness and Misery of Life. UR days, alas! our mortal days Are short, and wretched too:
Evil and few, the patriarch says, And well the patriarch knew.] e 2 'Tis but at best a narrow bound, That heav'n allows to men, And pains and sins run through the round Of three score years and ten. o 3 Well, if ye must be sad and few, Run on my days in haste; Moments of sin, and months of wo, Ye cannot fly too fast.
-4 Let heav'nly love prepare my soul, And call her to the skies,- • Where years of long salvation roll, And glory never dies.
HYMN 40. C. M. Abridge. [*] Comfort in the Covenant with Christ. UR God, how firm his promise stands,
OUR how
He trusts in our Redeemer's hands, His glory and his grace.
e 2 Then why, my soul, these sad complaints, Since Christ and we are one?
-Thy God is faithful to his saints
Is faithful to his Son:
3 Beneath his smiles my heart has liv'd, And part of heav'n possess'd:
o 1 praise his Name for grace receiv'd, And trust him for the rest
HYMN 41. L. M. Castle-Street. [*] A sight of God mortifies us to the World.
1 [TTP to the fields where angels lie, And living waters gently roll, Fain would my thoughts leap out and fly,- But sin hangs heavy on my soul.
2 Thy wondrous blood, dear dying Christ, Can make this world of guilt remove; And thou canst bear me where thou fly'st, On thy kind wings, celestial Dove.] 3 O might I once mount up and see The glories of th' eternal skies, What little things these worlds would be? How despicable to my eyes?
4 Had I a glance of thee, my God, Kingdoms and men would vanish soon; Vanish, as though I saw them not, As a dim candle dies at noon.
5 Then they might fight, and rage, and rave ; I should perceive the noise no more, Than we can hear a shaking leaf, While rattling thunders round us roar. 6 Great All in All, eternal King, Let me but view thy lovely face; And all my pow'rs shall bow and sing, Thine endless grandeur and thy grace.
HYMN 42. C. M. Tunbridge. [b] Delight in God.
Y God, what endless pleasures dwell at thy right hand!
Thy courts below, how amiable,
Where all thy graces stand!
o 2 The swallow near thy temple lies, And chirps a cheerful note:
The lark mounts upward tow'rd the skies, And tunes her warb'ling throat.
3 And we, when in thy presence, Lord,
We shout with cheerful tongues: Or sitting round our Father's board, We crown the feast with songs. 4 While Jesus shines with quick'ning grace, We sing, and mount on high; But if a frown becloud his face, We faint, and tire, and die. 5 Just as we see the lonesome dove Bemoan her widow'd state :
Wand'ring she flies thro' all the grove, And mourns her loving mate.
6 Just so our tho'ts from thing to thing, In restless circles rove;
Just so we droop, and hang the wing, When Jesus hides his love.]
HYMN 43. L. M. Sheffield. Leeds. Christ's Sufferings and Glory. TOW for a tune of lofty praise, To great Jehovah's equal Son! o Awake, my voice, in heav'nly lays, Tell the loud wonders he hath done. 2 Sing, how he left the worlds of light, And the bright robes he wore above u How swift and joyful was the flight, On wings of everlasting love.
e 3 (Down to this base, this sinful earth, He came to raise our nature high; p He came t' atone almighty wrath :- Jesus the God was born to die.) e 4 [Hell and its lions roar'd around, His precious blood the monsters spilt; While weighty sorrows prest him down Large as the loads of all our guilt.]
a 5 Deep in the shades of gloomy death, Th' almighty captive Pris'ner lay; o Th' almighty Captive left the earth, And rose to everlasting day.
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