5 The saints on earth, and all the dead, 6 In such society as this My weary soul would rest: The man that dwells where Jesus is, HYMN CLXXX. THE SAME. (L. M.) 1 WHILE Sinai roars, and round the earth Thunder, and fire, and vengeance flings, Jesus, thy dear expiring breath, And Calvary, speak gentler things: 2 Pardon, and grace, and endless love, Streaming along a Saviour's blood; And life, and joy, and crowns above, Purchas'd by our redeeming God! 3 Hark! how he prays, (the charming sound Dwells on his dying lips)-FORGIVE! And every groan and bleeding wound Cries, "Father, let the sinner live!" 4 Go! ye that rest upon the law, And toil, and seek salvation there! Behold the sight which Moses saw, And shrink, and tremble, and despair. 5 But we'll retire beneath the cross; Immanuel, at thy feet we lie; And the keen sword that justice draws, Flaming and red, shall pass us by. HYMN CLXXXI. 1 Pet. I. 3-5. 1 BLEST be the everlasting God, The Father of our Lord! S (C. M.) Be his abounding mercy prais'd, 2 When from the dead he rais'd his Son, 3 What, though our inbred sins require Yet as the Lord our Saviour rose, 4 There's an inheritance divine 5 Saints by the power of God are kept, HYMN CLXXXII. 1 Pet. 11. 7. (P. M. Carey's.) 1 JESUS, how precious is thy name! Beloved of the Father, thou! Oh, let me catch th' immortal flame, 2 My Prophet thou, my heav'nly guide, 3 My great High-Priest, whose precious Did once atone upon the cross; [blood Who now dost intercede with God, And plead the friendless sinner's cause; In thee I trust; thee would I love, Aud imitate the blest above! 4 My King supreme, to thee I bow, A willing subject at thy feet; All other Lords I disavow, And to thy government submit: My Saviour-King this heart would love, And imitate the blest above! HYMN CLXXXIII. 1 Pet. II. 21. (L. M.) 2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, 4 Be thou my pattern; make me bear HYMN CLXXXIV. 2 Pet. III. 13. (L. M.) 1 SING to the Lord that built the skies, The Lord that rear'd this stately frame; Let all the nations sound his praise, And lands unknown repeat his name. 2 He form'd the seas, and form'd the hills, 5 Yet, when the sound shall tear the skies, 1 2 3 4 HYMN CLXXXV. 1 John III. 1—3. (s. M.) BEHOLD, what wondrous grace The Father has bestow'd On sinners of a mortal race, To call them sons of God! Nor doth it yet appear, How great we must be made ; But when we see our Saviour here, We shall be like our Head. A hope so much divine May trials well endure, May purge our souls from sense and sin, As Christ the Lord is pure. If in my Father's love I share a filial part, Send down thy Spirit, like a dove, To rest upon my heart. 5 We would no longer lie 1 2 3 4 5 Like slaves beneath the throne: HYMN CLXXXVI. Jude, 24-5. (s. M.) To God the only wise, Our Saviour and our King, Let all the saints below the skies Their humble praises bring. 'Tis his almighty love, His counsel and his care, Preserves us safe from sin and death, Shall meet around the throne, To our Redeemer God Wisdom and power belongs, Immortal crowns of majesty, And everlasting songs. HYMN CLXXXVII. Rev. 1. 5—7. (L. M.) 1 Now to the Lord, that makes us know The wonders of his dying love, Be humble honours paid below, 2 'Twas he that cleans'd our foulest sins, |