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The rolling seas together flow,

And leave the solid land.

5 With herbs and plants of flow'ry birth,
The naked globe he crown'd;

Ere there was rain to bless the earth,
Or sun to warm the ground.

6 Then he adorn'd the upper skies:
Behold the sun appears:

The moon and stars in order rise,
To mark out months and years.
Out of the deep th' almighty King
Did vital beings frame;

The painted fowls of ev'ry wing,
And fish of ev'ry name.)

8 He gave the lion and the worm,
At once their wondrous birth;
And grazing beasts of various form,
Rose from the teeming earth.
9 Adam was fram'd of equal clay,
Though sov'reign of the rest;
Design'd for nobler ends than they,
With God's own image bless'd.

10 Thus glorious in the Maker's eye,
The young creation stood;

He saw the building from on high,
His word pronounc'd it good.

11 Lord, while the frame of nature stands,
Thy praise shall fill my tongue;

But the new world of grace demands
A more exalted song.]

HYMN 148. C. M. Canterbury. St. Ann's. [b]

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God reconciled in Christ.

EAREST of all the names above,
My Jesus and my God-

Who can resist thy heav'nly love,
Or trifle with thy blood?

-2 'Tis by the merits of thy death,
The Father smiles again;
'Tis by thine interceding breath,
The Spirit dwells with men.

e 3 'Till God in human flesh I see,
My thoughts no comfort find;

a The holy, just, and sacred Three, Are terrours to my mind.

e 4 But if Emmanuel's face appear,
My hope, my joy begins;

His name forbids my slavish fear,
His grace removes my sins.
-5 While Jews on their own law rely,
And Greeks of wisdom boast;
I love th' Incarnate Mystery,
And there I fix my trust.



HYMN 149. C. M. Arundel. [*]
Honour to Magistrates.

TERNAL Sov'reign of the sky,
And Lord of all below,

We mortals to thy Majesty

Our first obedience owe.

2 Our souls adore thy throne supreme,
And bless thy providence ;

For magistrates of meaner name,
Our glory and defence.

3 (The crowns of all those princes shine,
With rays above the rest,

Where laws and liberties combine,
To make the nation blest.)

4 Kingdoms on firm foundations stand,
While virtue finds reward;
And sinners perish from the land,
By justice and the sword.

5 Let Cæsar's due be ever paid

To Cæsar and his throne;

But consciences and souls were made
To be the Lord's alone.]


HYMN 150. C. M. Plymouth. [b]
The Deceitfulness of Sin.

IN has a thousand treach'rous arts

To practise on the mind;

With flatt'ring looks she tempts our hearts,
But leaves a sting behind.

2 With names of virtue she deceives

The aged and the young;

And while the heedless wretch believes,
She makes his fetters strong.

3 She pleads for all the joys she brings,
And gives a fair pretence;

But cheats the soul of heav'nly things,

And chains it down to sense.

4 So on a tree divinely fair,

Grew the forbidden food;
Our mother took the poison there,

And tainted all her blood.

HYMN 151. L. M. Islington. [*]
Prophecy and Inspiration.

1'T The ancient prophets spoke his word;

WAS by an order from the Lord,

His Spirit did their tongues inspire,

And warm'd their hearts with heav'nly fire.
2 The works and wonders which they wrought,
Confirm'd the messages they brought;

The prophet's pen succeeds his breath,
To save the holy words from death.
e 3 Great God, mine eyes with pleasure look
On the dear volume of thy book;
There my Redeemer's face I see,
And read his Name who died for me,
o 4 Let the false raptures of the mind
Be lost, and vanish in the wind:
-Here I can fix my hope secure ;
This is thy word, and must endure.

HYMN 152. C. M. Bedford. [*]
Sinai and Sion. Heb. xii, 18, &c.
OT to the terrours of the Lord,

• 1 N The tempest, fire and smoke

Not to the thunder of that word
Which God on Sinai spoke ;-
o 2 But we are come to Zion's hill,
The city of our God;

Where milder words declare his will,
And spread his love abroad.

e 3 Behold th' innumerable host
Of angels cloth'd in light!
Behold the spirits of the just,
Whose faith is turn'd to sight!
4 Behold the bless'd assembly there,
Whose names are writ in heav'n;
Hear God, the Judge of all declare
Their vilest sins forgiv'n.

5 The saints on earth, and all the dead,
But one communion make;

All join in Christ, their living head,
And of his grace partake.

• 6 In such society as this,

My weary soul would rest:

The man who dwells where Jesus is,
Must be for ever bless'd.

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HYMN 153. C. M.

Reading. [b]

Distemper, Folly, and Madness of Sin.

SIN, like a venomous disease,

Infects our vital blood;

-The only balm is sov'reign grace,
And the physician God.

e 2 Our beauty and our strength are fled,
And we draw near to death;

• But Christ the Lord recals the dead, With his almighty breath.

e 3 Madness, by nature, reigns within,
The passions burn and rage;

-Till God's own Son, with skill divine,
The inward fire assuage.

e 4 (We lick the dust, we grasp the wind,
And solid good despise :

-Such is the folly of the mind,

'Till Jesus make us wise.)

e 5 We give our souls the wounds they feel, We drink the pois'nous gall,

o And rush with fury down to hellBut heav'n prevents the fall.

6 (The man possess'd among the tombs, Cuts his own flesh and cries:

o He foams and raves, 'till Jesus comes, And the foul spirit flies.)

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HYMN 154. L. M. Armley. [b*]
Self-Righteousness insufficient.


HERE are the mourners," saith the Lord, "Who wait and tremble at my word"Who walk in darkness all the day? "Come, make my name your trust and stay. 2 ("No works, no duties of your own, "Can for the smallest sin atone; "The robes that nature may provide, "Will not your least pollutions hide. 3 "The softest couch that nature knows, "Can give the conscience no repose:

0 "Look to my righteousness, and live; "Comfort and peace are mine to give.) -4 "Ye sons of pride who kindle coals "With your own hands, to warm your souls, "Walk in the light of your own fire, "Enjoy the sparks that ye desire.e 5 "This is your portion at my hands,"Hell waits you with her iron bands; a "Ye shall lie down in sorrow there, "In death, and darkness, and despair." HYMN 155. C. M. Tunbridge. [b]

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Christ our Passover.

1LO, the destroying angel flies

To Pharaoh's stubborn land! The pride, the flow'r of Egypt dies By his vindictive hand.

o 2 He pass'd the tents of Jacob o'er,
Nor pour'd the wrath divine;

He saw the blood on every door,
And bless'd the peaceful sign.

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-3 Thus the appointed Lamb must bleed, To break th' Egyptian yoke;

o Thus Israel is from bondage freed,
And 'scapes the angel's stroke.

e 4 Lord, if my heart were sprinkled too
With blood so rich as thine,
Justice no longer would pursue
This guilty soul of mine.

-5 Jesus our passover was slain,
And has at once procur'd

o Freedom from Satan's heavy chain, And God's avenging sword.


HYMN 156. C. M. Plymouth. [b]
Satan's various Temptations.


HATE the tempter, and his charms,
I hate his flatt'ring breath;

The serpent takes a thousand forms,
To cheat our souls to death.

2 He feeds our hopes with airy dreams,
Or kills with slavish fear;

And holds us still in wide extremes,
Presumption or despair.

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