I Sing how he spoil'd the hofts of hell, HYMN CCXIV. C. M. PLUN LUNG'D in a gulf of dark despair, Without one cheering beam of hope, 2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace He faw and (0 amazing love!) He ran to our relief. Down from the fhining seats above 4 O! for this love let rocks and hills 5 Angels affift our mighty joys, I Strike all your harps of gold: GOD of all grace, thy goodness we Thy Son thou haft given to die in our place! 2 Tongue cannot explain the love of God-man, Which th' angels defire to look into in vain : It dazzles our eyes, thought cannot arife, To find out a caufe why the Son of God dies. 3 By pity inclin'd he dy'd for mankind: The ground of his pity what feraph can find! He came from above our curfe to remove : He hath lov'd, he hath lov'd us, because he would love. Love mov'd him to die, on this we rely, He hath lov'd, he hath lov'd us, we cannot tell why; But this we can tell, he lov'd us fo well, As to lay down his life to redeem us from hell. 5 He hath ranfom'd our race; O how fhall we praife, Or worthily fing thy unfpeakable grace! We'll nothing else know, in our journey below, But finging thy praife to thy paradife go. 6 And when we remove to th' mansions above Our heaven shall still be to fing of thy love: When time is no more, we ftill fhall adore The ocean of love without bottom or fhore. 7 Ere long we shall fly to th' regions on high, For Ifrael's Strength cannot vary or lie; He foon fhall appear, he more than draws I near: Our Jefus is come, and eternity's here! Good-Friday. LAS! and did my Saviour bleed ? And did my Sov'reign die? Would he devote that facred head, 2 Was it for crimes that I have done, 3 Well might the fun in darkness hide, When Chrift, the mighty Saviour, dy'd 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face, 5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay I YE HYMN. CCXVII. heavens rejoice in Jefus's grace, Let earth make a noise and echo his praise; Our all-loving Saviour hath pacify'd God, And paid for his favour the price of his blood. 2 Ye mountains and vales in praises abound, Ye hills and ye dales, continue the found: Break forth into finging ye trees of the wood, For Jefus is bringing loft finners to God. 3 Atonement he made for every one, The debt he hath paid, the work he hath done; Shout all the creation, below and above, His mercy hath brought falvation to all, Who take it unbought, he frees them from thrall; Throughout the believer, his glory difplays And perfects for ever, the veffels of grace. 茶 I A CHRISTIAN FELLOWSHIP AND SOCIETY-MEETING. HYMN CCXVIII. S. M. ND are we yet alive? And fee each other's facé? 2 What troubles have we feen! But out of all the Lord Hath brought us by his love; 3 Then let us make our boast I And gladly reckon all things lofs, HYMN CCXIX. OME away to the fkies! COM And rejoice in the day thou waft born: On this feftival day, Come exulting away, And with finging to Sion return! 2 We have laid up our love And with finging to paradise go. 3 Now with finging we praise By our heavenly Father beftow'd; We our being receive From his bounty, and live To the honour and glory of God. 4 For thy glory we were Both the nature and kingdom divine! That our fouls may remain Throughout time and eternity thine. 5 We with thanks do approve The defign of thy love, Which hath join'd us in Jefus's name; |