4 Infinite Lover! gracious Lord!
To thee be endless honours given :
Thy wondrous name fhall be ador'd,
Round the wide earth, and wider heaven.

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HYMN XXII. Long Metre.
With God is terrible majefty.
ERRIBLE God, who reignft on high,
How awful is thy thundering hand;
Thy fiery bolts, how fierce they fly;
Nor can all earth or hell with ftand.
2 This the old rebel angels knew,
And Satan fell beneath thy frown:
Thine arrows ftruck the traitor through,
And weighty vengeance funk him down.
3 This Sodom felt-and feels it fill-
And roars beneath th' eternal load :
"With endless burnings who can dwell,
"Or bear the fury of a God ?"
4 Tremble, ye finners, and fubmit;

Throw down your arms before his throne:
Bend your heads low beneath his feet,
Or his strong hand fhall crush you down.
5 And ye, blefs'd faints, that love him too,
With reverence bow before his name;
Thus all his heavenly fervants do:
God is a bright and burning flame.

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HYMN XXIII. Long Metre. [*]
The fight of God and Christ in heaven.

DESCEND from heaven, immortal Dove,

Stoop down, and take us on thy wings;
And mount, and bear us far above

The reach of thefe inferior things:
Beyond, beyond this lower fky,
Up where eternal ages roll;
Where folid pleasures never die,
And fruits immortal feaft the foul.
3 O for a fight, a pleafing fight
Of our almighty Father's throne !
There fits our Saviour, crown'd with light,
Cloth'd in a body like our own.

4 Adoring faints around him ftand,
And thrones and powers before him fall;

The God fhines gracious through the man,
And fheds fweet glories on them all!
O what amazing joys they feel,
While to their golden harps they fing;
And fit on every heavenly hill,

And spread the triumphs of their King!
6 When fhall the day, dear Lord, appear,
That I fhall mount to dwell above;
And ftand and bow amongst them there,
And view thy face, and fing, and love ?

HYMN XXIV. Long Metre.

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The evil of fin vifible in the fall of angels and men. HEN the great Builder arch'd the fkies, And form'd all nature with a word;

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The joyful cherubs tun'd his praife,

And every bending throne ador'd.

2 High in the midst of all the throng
Satan, a tall arch-angel, sat;

Amongst the morning ftars he fung,
Till fin deftroy'd his heavenly ftate.

3 'Twas fin that hurl'd him from his throne,
Grov'ling in fire, the rebel lies;

How art thou funk in darkness down,
Sun of the morning, from the fkies!]
4 And thus our two firft parents flood,
Till fin defil'd the happy place:
They loft their garden and their God,
And ruin'd all their unborn race.

5 [So fprung the plague from Adam's bower,
And fpread destruction all abroad;

Sin, the curs'd name, that in one hour
Spoil'd fix days labour of a God.]

6 Tremble, my foul, and mourn for grief,
That fuch a foe fhould feize thy breaft;
Fly to thy Lord for quick relief;
Oh! may he flay this treacherous gueft.
7 Then to thy throne, victorious King,
Then to thy throne our fhouts fhall rife;
Thine everlafting arms we fing,

For fin, the monster, bleeds and dies.
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HYMN XXV. Common Metre.
Complaining of spiritual floth.

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Y drowly powers, why fleep ye fo!
Awake, my fluggish foul!
Nothing has half thy work to do;
Yet nothing's half fo dull!

The little ants for one poor grain,
Labour, and tug, and ftrive;

Yet we, who have a heaven t' obtain,
How negligent we live!

3 We, for whofe fake all nature ftands,
And ftars their courfes move;

We, for whofe guard the angel bands
Come flying from above;

4 We, for whom God the Son came down,
And labour'd for our good;

How careless to fecure that crown
He purchas'd with his blood!
5 Lord, fhall we lie fo fluggish ftill,
And never act our parts?

Come, holy Dove, from th' heavenly hill,
And fit and warm our hearts.

6 Then fhall our active fpirits move;
Upward our fouls fhall rife:

With hands of faith, and wings of love,
We'll fly, and take the prize.

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HYMN XXVI. Long Metre. [*]
God invifible.

LORD, we are blind, poor mortals, blind,
We can't behold thy bright abode;

Oh! 'tis beyond a creature's mind,
To glance a thought half way to God.
Infinite leagues beyond the sky,.
The great ETERNAL reigns alone;
Where neither wings nor fouls can fly,
Nor angels climb the topless throne.
3 The Lord of glory builds his feat
Of gems incomparably bright;
And lays beneath his facred feet
Subftantial beams of gloomy night.
4 Yet, glorious Lord, thy gracious eyes
Look through, and cheer us from above;
Beyond our praise thy grandeur flies.
Yet we adore, and yet we love.

HYMN XXVII. Long Metre. [*] Praife ye him, all his angels. Pfalm cxlviii. 2. 1 OD! the eternal, awful name,

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That the whole heavenly army fears,
That shakes the wide creation's frame,
And Satan trembles when he hears.
2 Like flames of fire his fervants are,
And light furrounds his dwelling-place;
But, Oye fiery flames, declare
The brighter glories of his face.
3 'Tis not for fuch poor worms as we
To fpeak fo infinite a thing;

But your immortal eyes furvey
The beauties of your fovereign King.
4 Tell how he fhews his fmiling face,
And clothes all heaven in bright array;
Triumph and joy run through the place,
And fongs eternal as the day.

5 Speak-for you feel his burning love-
What zeal it fpreads through all your frame!
That facred fire dwells all above,

For we, on earth, have loft the name.

6 [Sing of his power and juftice too; That infinite right hand of his,

That vanquish'd Satan and his crew,

When thunder drove them down from blifs.]

7 What mighty ftorms of poifon'd darts

Were hurl'd upon the rebels there!

What deadly javelins nail'd their hearts
Faft to the racks of long defpair!

8 [Shout to your King, ye heavenly hoft;
You that beheld the fiaking foe;
Firmly ye ftood when they were loft;
Praise the rich grace that kept ye so.
Proclaim his wonders from the skies;
Let every diftant nation hear;

And, while you found his lofty praise,
Let humble mortals bow and fear.]

HYMN XXVIII. Common Metre.

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Death and eternity.

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STOOP down, my thoughts, that us'd to rife,

Converse a while with death:

Think how a gasping mortal lies,

And pants away his breath.

His quivering lip hangs feebly down,
His pulfe is faint and few:

Then, fpeechlefs, with a doleful groan,
He bids the world adieu.

3 But oh, the foul, that never dies!
At once it leaves the clay!

Ye thoughts, pursue it where it flies,
And track its wondrous way!

4 Up to the courts, where angels dwell,
It mounts-triumphing there;

Or devils plunge it down to hell,
In infinite defpair!

5 And muft my body faint and die?
And muft this foul remove?

Oh, for fome guardian angel nigh,
To bear it fafe above!

6 Jefus, to thy dear faithful

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My naked foul I truft;

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And my flesh waits for thy command,
To drop into my duft.

HYMN XXIX. Common Metre. [*]
Redemption by price and power.

JESUS

ESUS, with all thy faints above, My tongue would bear her part; Would found aloud thy faving love, And fing thy bleeding heart.

2 Blefs'd be the Lamb, my deareft Lord, Who bought me with his blood,

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And quench'd his Father's flaming fword
In his own vital flood;

The Lamb, that freed my captive foul
From Satan's heavy chains,

And fent the lion down to howl,

Where hell and horror reigns.

4 All glory to the dying Lamb, And never ceafing praife,

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While angels live to know his name,
Or faints to feel his grace.

HYMN XXX. Short Metre.

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Heavenly joy on earth.

COME, we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known: