p 4 Dear Lord! and shall we ever live Our love so faint, so cold to thee, -5 Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove, e 1 HYMN 35. C. M. Mear. [*] Praise for Creation and Redemption. ET them neglect thy glory, Lord, Who never know thy grace; o But our loud song shall still record The wonders of thy praise. L o 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; 0 'Tis he restores our ruin'd frame: Salvation to the Lord! s 4 Hosanna!-let the earth and skies Rocks, hills, and vales reflect the voice, HYMN 36. S. M. Newton. [*] Christ's Intercession. ELL, the Redeemer's gone, WE T' appear To sprinkle o'er the flaming throne, 2 No fiery vengeance now, No burning wrath comes down; 3 Before his Father's eye e The Father lays his thunder by, e 4 Now may our joyful tongues Jesus, the Priest, receives our songs, 5 [We bow before his face, And sound his glories high: Hosanna to the God of grace, That lays his thunder by.] • 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 -Sweet Saviour, tune our songs anew, HYMN 37. C. M. The same. Sunday. [*] IIFT up your eyes to th' heav'nly seat, Kind Intercessor, there he sits, And loves, and pleads, and prays. 2 'Twas well, my soul, he dy'd for thee. 3 Petitions now and praise may rise, 4 (Let papists trust what names they please; 6 Ten thousand praises to the King; Ten thousand thanks our spirits bring 1 HYMN 38. C. M. York. [*] Love to God. TAPPY the heart where graces reign, H where love inspires the breast: Love is the brightest of the train, e 2 Knowledge, alas! 'tis all in vain, Our stubborn sins will fight and reign, o 3 'Tis love that makes our cheerful feet e The devils know, and tremble too,- o 4 This is the grace that lives, and sings, 5 Before we quite forsake our clay, The wings of love bear us away, HYMN 39. C. M Canterbury. [b] 10 Are short, and wretched too: Evil and few, the patriarch says, And pains and sins run through the round Moments of sin, and months of wo, 4 Let heav'nly love prepare my soul; o Where years of long salvation roll, And glory never dies. 1 HYMN 40. C. M. Abridge. [*] OUR He trusts in our Redeemer's hands, e 2 Then why, my soul, these sad complaints, Since Christ and we are one? -Thy God is faithful to his saints— 3 Beneath his smiles my heart has liv'd, o I praise his Name for grace receiv'd, And trust him for the rest 1 HYMN 41. L. M. Castle-Street. [*] A sight of God mortifies us to the World. to the fields where angels lie, UP And living waters gently roll, 2 Thy wondrous blood, dear dying Christ, 3 O might I once mount up and see What little things these worlds would be? 4 Had I a glance of thee, my God, As a dim candle dies at noon. 5 Then they might fight, and rage, and rave; 1 HYMN 42. C. M. Tunbridge. [b] My God, what endless pleasures dwell Above, at thy right hand! Thy courts below, how amiable, o 2 The swallow near thy temple lies, The lark mounts upward tow'rd the skies, 3 And we, when in thy presence, Lord, 4 While Jesus shines with quick'ning grace, 5 Just as we see the lonesome dove Wand'ring she flies thro' all the grove, 6 Just so our tho'ts from thing to thing, Just so we droop, and hang the wing, 0 1 HYMN 43. L. M. Sheffield. Leeds. [*] TOW for a tune of lofty praise, No 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, e 3 (Down to this base, this sinful earth, |