HYMN CCXCI. Common Metre. * or b

The First and Second Adam.

1 WITH flowing eyes and bleeding hearts A fallen world survey!

See the wide ruin sin has made
In one unhappy day.

2 Adam, in God's own image form'd,
See from his God estrang'd!
And all the joys of paradise
For guilt and horror chang'd!
3 This fatal heritage bequeath'd
To all his helpless race!

Through this dark maze of sin and woe,
Thus to the grave we pass.

4 But, O my soul, with rapture hear
The second Adam's name ;
And the celestial gifts he brings
To all his seed, proclaim.

5 What, though in mortal life they mourn? What, though by death they fall? Jesus, in one triumphant day,

Transforms and crowns them all!

6 Praise to his rich transcending grace,
Ev'n by our fall we rise !
And gain for earthly Eden lost
A heavenly paradise,

HYMN CCXCII.

MASON, altered.

Common Metre. *

Compassion of Christ.

1 WITH joy we meditate the grace

Of our High Priest above;
His heart is full of tenderness,
Of pity and of love.

2 Touch'd with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame;

He knows what sore temptations mean,
For he endur'd the same.

3 But spotless, innocent and pure,
The great Redeemer stood;
When Satan's fiery darts he bore,
And did resist to blood.

4 He in the days of feeble flesh
Pour'd out his cries and tears;
And in his measure feels afresh
What every Christian bears.

5 He'll never quench the smoking flax,
But raise it to a flame;

The bruised reed he never breaks,
Nor scorns the meanest name.

6 Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and his power;
We shall obtain delivering grace
In the distressing hour.

WATTS.

HYMN CCXCIII.

Common Metre. * or b

Repentance and Hope.

1 WITH restless agitations tost,

And low immers'd in woes,

When shall my wild distemper'd thoughts
Regain their lost repose?

2 O thou, the wretched's sure retreat,
These torturing cares control;
And with the cheerful smile of peace
Revive my fainting soul.

3 Did ever thy paternal ear
The humble plea disdain ?
Or when did plaintive misery sigh,
Or supplicate in vain ?

4 Oppress'd with grief and shame, dissolv'd In penitential tears,

Thy goodness calms our restless doubts, And dissipates our fears.

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5 New life from thy refreshing grace
Our sinking hearts receive
For 'tis thy darling attribute
To pity and forgive.

6 From that blest source, propitious hope
Appears serenely bright,

And sheds its soft diffusive beam
O'er sorrow's dismal night.

7 My griefs confess its vital power,
And bless the friendly ray,
Which ushers in the glad serene
Of everlasting day.

Mrs. CARTER.

or b

HYMN CCXCIV. Long Metre.

Jesus Christ, the same yesterday, to-day, and for ever. 1 WITH wonder, Lord, our souls proclaim Th' immortal honours of thy name! Assembled round our Saviour's throne, We make his countless glories known. 2 Ere Adam's clay with life was warm'd, Or Gabriel's nobler spirit form'd; Before creation was begun, Before all ages, was the Son,

3 Through all succeeding ages, he
The same hath been, and still shall be;
Immortal honours crown his head,

Though earth and skies wax old and fade. 4 The same his power his flock to guard; The same his bounty to reward;

The same his faithfulness and love To saints on earth, and saints above. 5 Let nature change, and sink, and die, Jesus shall raise his people high;

And place them near his Father's throne, In glory lasting as his own.

DODDRIDGE.

HYMN CCXCV. Common Metre. × or b

The Christian's Farewell.

1 YE golden lamps of heaven, farewell,
With all your feeble light;
Farewell, thou ever changing moon,
Pale empress of the night.

2 And thou, refulgent orb of day,
In brighter flames array'd;

My soul, that springs beyond thy sphere, No more demands thy aid.

3 Ye stars are but the shining dust
Of my divine abode;

The pavement of those heavenly courts,
Where I shall see my God.

4 The Father of eternal light

Shall there his beams display;

Nor shall one moment's darkness mix
With that unvaried day.

5 No more the drops of piercing grief
Shall swell into my eyes;

Nor the meridian sun decline,
Amidst those brighter skies.

6 There all the millions of his saints
Shall in one song unite;

And each the bliss of all shall view
With infinite delight.

HYMN CCXCVI.

DODDRIDGE.

Common Metre. * or b

Divine Goodness.

1 YE humble souls, approach your God
With songs of sacred praise;
For he is good, immensely good,
And kind are all his ways.

2 All nature owns his guardian care,
In him we live and move;
But nobler benefits declare
The wonders of his love.

3 He gave his well beloved Son,
To save our souls from sin;

'Tis here he makes his goodness known, And proves it all divine.

4 To this sure refuge, Lord, we come,
And here our hope relies;

A safe defence, a peaceful home,
When storms of trouble rise.

5 Thine eye beholds, with kind regard,
The souls who trust in thee;

Their humble hope thou wilt reward
With bliss divinely free.