HYMN CLXXXIII.

Common Metre. *

Sinai and Sion.

1 NOT to the terrors of the Lord,
The tempest, fire and smoke;
Not to the thunder of that word
Which God on Sinai spoke ;

2 But we are come to Sion's hill,
The city of our God;

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

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 blest assembly there,

Whose names are writ in heaven!
And God, the Judge of all, declares
Their vilest sins forgiven.

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 that dwells where Jesus is,

Must be for ever blest.

WATTS.

HYMN CLXXXIV.

Common Metre. b

On the Death of a Minister.

1 NOW let our drooping hearts revive,

And all our tears be dry;

Why should those eyes be drown'd in grief, Which view a Saviour nigh?

2 What though the gloomy tyrant death
Doth God's own house invade ?

What though the prophet and the priest
Be number'd with the dead?

3 Though earthly shepherds dwell in dust, The aged and the young;

The watchful eye in darkness clos'd,
And mute th' instructive tongue :
4 Th' eternal Shepherd still survives,
New comfort to impart;

His hand still guides us, and his voice
Still animates our heart.

5 "Lo, I am with you," saith the Lord,
"My church shall safe abide;
"For I will ne'er forsake my own,
"Whose souls in me confide."

6 Through every scene of life and death
This promise is our trust;

And this shall be our children's song
When we are laid in dust.

HYMN CLXXXV.

DODDRIDGE.

Common Metre. *

The Intercession of Christ.

1 NOW let our humble faith behold
Our great High Priest above,
And celebrate his constant care
And sympathetick love.

2 Exalted to his Father's throne,

With matchless honours crown'd;
And Lord of all th' angelick host,
Who wait the throne around.

3 The names of all the saints he bears,
Engraven on his heart;

Nor shall the meanest saint complain
That he hath lost his part.

4 Those characters shall firm remain
Our everlasting trust,

When gems and monuments and crowns Are moulder'd into dust.

HYMN CLXXXVI.

DODDRIDGE.

Common Metre.

God's Love to his Church.

1 NOW shall my inward joys arise

And burst into a song: Almighty love inspires my heart, And pleasures tune my tongue.

2 God, on his thirsty Sion hill,

Some mercy-drops has thrown,
And solemn oaths have bound his love
To shower salvation down.

3 Why do we then indulge our fears,
Suspicions and complaints ?
Is he a God? and shall his grace
Grow weary of his saints?

4 Can a kind mother e'er forget
The object of her care?
Among a thousand tender thoughts,
Her suckling have no share?

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5 "Yet, (saith the Lord) should nature change, "And mothers monsters prove,

"Sion still dwells upon the heart "Of everlasting love.

6 "Deep on the palms of both my hands "I have engrav'd her name;

"My hands shall raise her ruin'd walls, "And build her broken frame."

WATTS.

HYMN CLXXXVII. Long Metre. *
The Glory and Grace of Christ.

1 NOW to the Lord a noble song!
Awake, my soul, awake, my tongue;
Hosanna to th' eternal name,

And all his boundless love proclaim.
2 See where it shines in Jesus' face,
The brightest image of his grace;
God, in the person of his Son,

Has all his noblest works outdone.
3 The spacious earth and spreading flood,
Proclaim the wise, the powerful God;
And thy rich glories from afar,

Sparkle in every rolling star.

4 But in thy Son a glory shines,
Drawn out in far superior lines;
The lustre of redeeming grace
Outshines the beams of nature's face.
5 Grace! 'tis a pure celestial theme,
Our thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name!
Ye angels, dwell upon the sound;
Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground.
6 O may we reach that glorious place,
Where we shall see him face to face;
Where all his saints from death restor❜d,
Shall be for ever with the Lord.
WATTS, varied.

HYMN CLXXXVIII.

Long Metre.

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Glory to Christ, our Priest and King.

1 NOW to the Lord, who makes us know
The wonders of his dying love,
Be humble honours paid below,

And strains of nobler praise above.

2 'Twas he who cleans'd us from our sins, And wash'd us in his precious blood; 'Tis he who makes us priests and kings, And brings us rebels near to God. 3 To Jesus, our atoning Priest, To Jesus, our eternal King, Be universal power confess'd, And every tongue his glory sing. 4 Behold, on flying clouds he comes! And every eye shall see him move! Though with our sins we pierc'd him once, Then he displays his pardoning love. 5 The unbelieving world shall wail, Whilst we rejoice to see the day; Come, Lord, nor let thy promise fail, Nor let thy chariot long delay.

WATTS.

HYMN CLXXXIX. Long Metre. *
Salvation by Grace.

I NOW to the power of God supreme
Be everlasting honours given;

He saves from sin, we bless his name,
And calls our wandering feet to heaven.

2 Not for our duties or deserts,
But of his own abundant grace,