HYMN LI. Long Metre.
The Sight of Christ in Heaven.
1 DESCEND, ye hosts of angels bright, And bear us on your guardian wings, Through regions of celestial light, Above the reach of earthly things; 2 Beyond this curtain of the sky, Up where eternal ages roll! Where solid pleasures never die, And fruits immortal feast the soul. SO for a beatifick sight
Of our Almighty Father's throne! There sits our Saviour, crown'd with light, Cloth'd with a body like our own.
4 Adoring saints around him stand, And heavenly powers before him fall; The God shines gracious through the man, And sheds bright glories on them all. 5 What joys unspeakable they feel! Whilst to their golden harps they sing; And echo from each heavenly hill, The glorious triumph of their King- 6 O may the happy day draw nigh, When we shall rise to realms above, To join the musick of the sky, And celebrate redeeming love.
1 Do not I love thee, O my Lord? Behold my heart and see;
And turn each worthless idol out, That dares to rival thee.
2 Is not thy name melodious still To my enraptur'd ear?
Doth not my pulse with pleasure beat, My Saviour's voice to hear?
3 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock I would disdain to feed? Hast thou a foe, before whose face I fear thy cause to plead ?
4 Would not my ardent spirit vie With angels round thy throne, To execute thy sacred will,
And make thy glory known?
5 Would not my heart pour out its blood, In honour of thy name?
And challenge the cold hand of death To damp th' immortal flame?
6 Thou know'st I love thee, O my Lord;
But how I long to soar
Above the sphere of mortal joys,
Aud learn to love thee more! DODDRIDGE.
HYMN LIII. Long Metre. * or b Christian Privileges and Obligations.
I DOST thou my worthless name record, Free of thy holy city, Lord?
Am I, a sinner, call'd to share The precious privileges there?
2 Art thou my King, my Father styl'd? And I thy servant and thy child? Whilst many of the human race Are aliens from thy Zion's grace? 3 Lo, wretched millions draw their breath In lands of ignorance and death! But I enjoy my share of time Within thy gospel's favour'd clime.
4 Shall I receive this grace in vain ? Shall I my great vocation stain ? Away, ye works in darkness wrought! Away, each sensual, wanton thought! 5 My soul, I charge thee to excel, In thinking right and acting well; Deep let thy searching powers engage, Unbias'd in the sacred page.
6 Heighten the force of good desire; To deeds of shining worth aspire; More firm in fortitude, despise The world's seducing vanities. 7 Strong and more strong, thy passions rule, Advancing still in virtue's school; Contending still, with noble strife, To imitate thy Saviour's life.
HYMN LIV. Long Metre. The only living and true God. (Psalm 86.)
1 ETERNAL God, almighty Cause Of earth and sea and worlds unknown; All things are subject to thy laws, All things depend on thee alone. 2 Thy glorious being singly stands, Of all within itself possest;
Controll❜d by none are thy commands; Thou from thyself alone art blest.
3 To thee alone ourselves we owe, To thee alone our homage pay; All other gods we disavow,
Deny their claims, renounce their sway. 4 In thee, O Lord, our hope shall rest, Fountain of peace and joy and love!
Thy favour only makes us blest; Without thee, all would nothing prove. 5 Worship to thee alone belongs, Worship to thee alone we give;
Thine be our hearts, and thine our songs, And to thy glory we would live.
6 Spread thy great name through heathen lands, Their idol deities dethrone ;
Subdue the world to thy commands,
And reign, as thou art, God alone.
The Consolations of Age.
1 ETERNAL God, enthron'd on high, Whom angel hosts adore;
Who yet to suppliant dust art nigh, Thy presence I implore.
2 O guide me down the steep of age, And keep my passions cool; Teach me to scan the sacred page, And practise every rule.
3 My flying years time urges on,
My strength must soon decay? My friends, my youth's companions gone, Can I expect to stay?
4 Can I exemption plead, when death Projects his awful dart?
Can med'cines then prolong my breath, Or cordials shield my heart?
5 But thou canst cheer my mortal hour, On thee my hope depends; Support me by Almighty power, While dust to dust descends.
6 Then let my soul, O gracious God, Ascend to realms of day;
And, in that sacred blest abode, Its endless anthems pay.
7 Throughout the heaven's remotest bound Thy matchless love proclaim; And join the choir of saints that sound Their great Redeemer's name.
B. WILLIAMS's Collection.
1 ETERNAL God, I bless thy name, The same thy power, thy grace the same; The tokens of thy friendly care
Open and close and crown the year. 2 Supported by thy guardian hand, Amidst ten thousand deaths I stand; And see, when I survey thy ways, Ten thousand monuments of praise. 3 Thus far thy arm has led me on,
Thus far I make thy mercy known; And whilst I tread this desert land, New mercies shall new songs demand. 4 My grateful voice on Jordan's shore
Shall raise one sacred pillar more ; Then bear, in thy bright courts above, Inscriptions of immortal love.
1 ETERNAL Love! how large the sum,
Of blessings from thy hand!
To banish sorrow and be blest s thy supreme command.
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