5 Sinner, come! for here is found Balm that flows for ev'ry wound; Peace that ever shall endure,
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.
HYMN CCCIII. 78. Metre.
Love to God and Man.
1 FATHER of our feeble race,
Wise, beneficent, and kind,
Spread o'er nature's ample face,
Flows thy goodness unconfin'd :
Musing in the silent grove,
Or the busy walks of men,
Still we trace thy wondrous love,
Claiming large returns again.
2 Lord, what off'rings shall we bring,
At thine altars when we bow?
Hearts, the pure, unsullied spring,
Whence the kind affections flow;
Soft compassion's feeling soul,
By the melting eye express'd;
Sympathy, at whose control,
Sorrow leaves the wounded breast:
3 Willing hands to lead the blind,
Bind the wound, or feed the poor;
Love, embracing all our kind,
Charity, with lib'ral store :
Teach us, O thou heav'nly king,
Thus to show our grateful mind,
Thus th' accepted off'ring bring,
Love to thee, and all mankind.
HYMN CCCIV. Common Metre.
Religious Rretirement.
1 FAR from the world, O Lord! I flee,
From strife and tumult far;
From scenes where sin is waging still
Its most successful war.
2 The calm retreat, the silent shade,
With pray'r and praise agree;
And seem by thy sweet bounty made
For those who follow thee.
3 There, if thy spirit touch the soul,
And grace her mean abode,
O with what peace, and joy, and love,
She communes with her God!
4 There, like the nightingale, she pours
Her solitary lays;
Nor asks a witness of her song,
Nor thirsts for human praise.
5 Author and guardian of my life,
Thou Source of light divine;
And all harmonious names in one,
My Father thou art mine!
6 What thanks I owe thee! and what love,
A vast and boundless store,
Shall echo through the realms above,
When time shall be no more!
HYMN CCCV. Short Metre. b
The Designs of Providence in the Changes and Revolutions of the World.
GOD, to correct the world,
In wrath is slow to rise ;
But comes at length in thunder cloth❜d,
And darkness veils the skies.
2 His banners, lifted high,
The nation's God declare;
And stain'd with blood, with terrors mark'd, Spread wonder and despair.
3 All earthly pomp and pride Are in his presence lost;
Empires o'erturn'd, thrones, sceptres, crowns,
In wild confusion tost.
4 While war and woe prevail,
And desolation wide;
In God, the sov'reign Lord of all,
The righteous still confide.
5 Mysterious is the course
Of his tremendous way:
His path is in the trackless winds,
And in the foaming sea.
6 Yet, tho' now wrapt in clouds,
And from our view conceal'd ;
The righteous Judge will soon appear,
In majesty reveal'd!
7 He'll curb the lawless pow'r,
The deadly wrath of man;
And all the windings will unfold
Of his own gracious plan.
1 GOD of mercy! God of love!
Hear our sad repentant song;
Sorrow dwells on ev'ry face,
Penitence on ev'ry tongue.
2 Deep regret for follies past,
Talents wasted, time misspent ;
Hearts debas'd by worldly cares,
Thankless for the blessings lent—
3 Foolish fears and fond desires,
Vain regrets for things as vain ;
Lips too seldom taught to praise,
Oft to murmur and complain-
4 These, and ev'ry secret fault,
Fill'd with grief and shame we own;
Humbled, at thy feet we lie,
Seeking pardon from thy throne.
5 God of mercy! God of
Hear our sad repentant songs;
O restore thy suppliant race,
Thou to whom our praise belongs!
1 HAPPY the meek, whose gentle breast,
Clear as the summer's evʼning ray,
Calm as the regions of the blest,
Enjoys on earth celestial day.
2 His heart no broken friendships sting,
No storms his peaceful tent invade ;
He rests beneath th' almighty wing,
Hostile to none, of none afraid.
3 Spirit of grace! all meek and mild,
Inspire our breasts, our souls possess,
Repel each passion rude and wild,
And bless us, as we aim to bless.
Death and Resurrection of Christ.
1 HE dies! the friend of sinner dies!
Lo, Salem's daughters weep around ↓
A solemn darkness veils the skies,
A sudden trembling shakes the ground.
2 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two
For him who groan'd beneath your load;
He shed a thousand drops for you,
A thousand drops of richer blood.
3 Here's love and grief beyond degree !
The Lord of Glory dies for men !
But lo, what sudden joys we see,
Jesus the dead revives again!
4 The rising God forsakes the tomb;
In vain the tomb forbids his rise:
Cherubick legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies.
5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high our great Deliv'rer reigns;
Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,
And led the monster death in chains!
6 Say, live for ever, wondrous King!
Born to redeem, and strong to save;
Then ask the monster, where's thy sting?
And where's thy victory, boasting grave?
WATTS, altered.
HYMN CCCIX. Common Metre.
Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord. Rev. xiii. 14.
1 HEAR what the voice from heav'n proclaims For all the pious dead;
Sweet is the savour of their names,
And soft their dying bed.
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