6 Lift up your eyes, ye sons of light, Up to his throne of shining grace; See what immortal glories sit

Round the sweet beauties of his face.

g 7 Amongst a thousand harps and songs, Jesus the God exalted reigns;

e

His sacred name fills all their tongues,
And echoes through the heavenly plains!

1

HYMN 44. L. M. Pleyel's. [b]
Hell; or, the Vengeance of God.

W The dreadful God our souls adore;
7ITH holy fear, and humble song,

Reverence and awe become the tongue,
That speaks the terrors of his power.

2 Far in the deep, where darkness dwells,
The land of horror and despair,-
Justice has built a dismal hell,

And laid her stores of vengeance there
3 (Eternal plagues and heavy chains,
Tormenting racks and fiery coals,—
And darts to inflict immortal pains,
Dyed in the blood of damned souls.
4 There Satan, the first sinner, lies,
And roars, and bites his iron bands;
In vain the rebel strives to rise,
Crushed with the weight of both thy hands.)
5 There guilty ghosts of Adam's race
Shriek out, and howl beneath thy rod;
Once they could scorn a Saviour's grace,
But they incensed a dreadful God.

6 Tremble, my soul, and kiss the Son:
Sinner, obey thy Saviour's call;
Else your damnation hastens on
And hell gapes wide to wait your fall.]

HYMN 45. L. M. Nantwich. [*]
God's Condescension to our Worship.

1 Tiff The ETERNAL dwell with us? HY favours, Lord, surprise our souls.

What canst thou find beneath the poles, To tempt thy chariot downward thus? -2 Still might he fill his starry throne, And please his ears with Gabriel's songs;

But heavenly Majesty comes down,

And bows to hearken to our tongues.

e 3 Great God! what poor returns we pay,
For love so infinite as thine:

Words are but air, and tongues but clay,
But thy compassion's all divine.

HYMN 46. L. M. Weldon. Portugal. [*]
God's Condescension to Human Affairs.

1 Und views the nations from afar, to the Lord, who reigns on high,

o Let everlasting praises fly,

And tell how large his bounties are.

p 2 [He who can shake the worlds he made,
Or with his word, or with his rod,-
His goodness, how amazing great,
And what a condescending God!]

e 3 God, who must stoop to view the skies,
And bow to see what angels do-
Down to the earth he casts his eyes,
And bends his footsteps downward too.
-4 He overrules all mortal things,
And manages our mean affairs:
On humble souls the King of kings
Bestows his counsels and his cares.
e 5 Our sorrows and our tears we pour
Into the bosom of our God;

He hears us in the mournful hour,
And helps to bear the heavy load."
-6 In vain might lofty princes try
Such condescension to perform;
For worms were never raised so high,
Above their meanest fellow-worm.

o 7 Oh! could our thankful hearts devise
A tribute equal to thy grace-

o To the third heaven our songs should rise, And teach the golden harps thy praise.

HYMN 47. L. M. Green's. Nantwich. [*]

0 1

Glory and Grace in the Person of Christ.
TOW to the Lord a noble song!

NOW

Awake, my soul; awake, my tongue; Hosanna to th' Eternal Name,

u And all his boundless love proclaim.

b 2 See where it shines in Jesus' face, The brightest image of his grace; -God, in the person of his Son,

Has all his mightiest works outdone.

e 3 The spacious earth, and spreading flood,
Proclaim the wise, the powerful God;
And thy rich glories, from afar,
Sparkle in every rolling star :-

o 4 But in his looks a glory stands,
The noblest labour of thy hands
The pleasing lustre of his eyes
Outshines the wonders of the skies.

a 5 Grace!-'tis a sweet, a charming theme;
-My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name!
• Ye angels, dwell upon the sound;
u Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground!
-6 Oh, may I reach the happy place,
Where he unveils his lovely face!
o Where all his beauties you behold,
And sing his name to harps of gold!

HYMN 48. C. M. Reading. [b]
Love to the Creatures dangerous.

1H How false, and yet how fair!

OW vain are all things here below,

Each pleasure hath its poison too,
And every sweet a snare.

2 The brightest things below the sky,
Give but a flattering light;

We should suspect some danger nigh,
Where we possess delight.

3 Our dearest joys, and nearest friends
The partners of our blood-

How they divide our wavering minds,
And leave but half for God!

4 The fondness of a creature's love,
How strong it strikes the sense!
Thither the warm affections move,
Nor can we call them thence.

o 5 Dear Saviour, let thy beauties be
My soul's eternal food;

And grace command my heart away
From all created good.

HYMN 49. C. M. Hymn 2d. [*]

Moses dying in the Embraces of God.

EATH cannot make our souls afraid,
If God be with us there;

DE

We may walk through the darkest shade,
And never yield to fear.

2 I could renounce my all below,
If my Creator bid;

And run, if I were called to go,

And die as Moses did.

3 Might I but climb to Pisgah's top,
And view the promised land;
My flesh itself would long to drop,
And pray for the command.

4 Clasped in my heavenly Father's arms,
I would forget my breath;
And lose life
my among the charms
Of so divine a death.]

1

HYMN 50. L. M.

Sicilian. [b]

Comforts under Sorrows and Pains.
OW let the Lord my Saviour smile,

'N And show my name upon his heart;

I would forget my pains awhile,

And in the pleasure lose the smart.

2 But oh! it swells my sorrows high,
To see my blessed Jesus frown;
My spirits sink, my comforts die,
And all the springs of life are down.
3 Yet, why, my soul, why these complaints?
Still, while he frowns, his bowels move:
Still on his heart he bears his saints,
And feels their sorrows, and his love.
4 My name is printed on his breast;
His book of life contains my name;
I'd rather have it there impressed,
Than in the bright records of fame.

5 When the last fire burns all things here
Those letters shall securely stand,
And in the Lamb's fair book appear,
Writ by th' eternal Father's hand.
6 Now shall my minutes smoothly run,
Whilst here I wait my Father's will;
My rising, and my setting sun,
Roll gently up and down the hill.]

p 1

HYMN 51. L. M. Blendon. [*]

God the Son equal with the Father.

BRIGHT King of glory, dreadful God!

Our spirits bow before thy seat;

To thee we lift an humble thought,

And worship at thine awful feet.

2 [Thy power hath formed, thy wisdom sways, All nature with a sovereign word: And the bright world of stars obeys The will of their superior Lord. -3 Mercy and truth unite in one,

And smiling sit at thy right hand; g Eternal justice guards thy throne,

And vengeance waits thy dread command.] -4 A thousand seraphs, strong and bright, Stand round the glorious Deity

:

But who, amongst the sons of light,
Pretends comparison with thee?
o 5 Yet there is one of human frame,
Jesus, arrayed in flesh and blood,
Thinks it no robbery to claim
A full equality with God.

-6 Their glory shines with equal beams;
Their essence is forever one;

Though they are known by different names, The Father God, and God the Son.

o 7 Then let the Name of Christ, our King, With equal honours be adored;

His praise let every angel sing,

And all the nations own him Lord.

HYMN 52. C. M.

Bangor. [b]

Death dreadful or delightful.

1 D To those who have no God,EATH! 'tis a melancholy day,

When the poor soul is forced away

To seek her last abode.

2 In vain to heaven she lifts her eyes;
But guilt, a heavy chain,

Still drags her downward from the skies,
To darkness, fire, and pain.

3 Awake, and mourn, ye heirs of hell
Let stubborn sinners fear.