The rolling seas together flow,

And leave the solid land.

5 With herbs and plants of flowery birth,
The naked globe he crowned;
Ere there was rain to bless the earth,
Or sun to warm the ground.

6 Then he adorned the upper skies:
Behold the sun appears:

The moon and stars in order rise,
To mark out months and years.
7 Out of the deep th' almighty King
Did vital beings frame;

The painted fowls of every wing,
And fish of every name.)

8 He gave the lion and the worm,
At once, their wondrous birth;
And grazing beasts of various form,
Rose from the teeming earth.
9 Adam was framed of equal clay,
Though sovereign of the rest;
Designed for nobler ends than they,
With God's own image blessed.
10 Thus glorious in the Maker's eye,
The young creation stood;

He saw the building from on high,

His word pronounced it good.

11 Lord, while the frame of nature stands, Thy praise shall fill my tongue;

But the new world of grace demands

A more exalted song.]

HYMN 148. C.M. Canterbury. St. Ann's.[b *¶

God reconciled in Christ.

EAREST of all the names above,

1D My Jesus and my God

Who can resist thy heavenly love,
Or trifle with thy blood

-2 'Tis by the merits of thy death,
The Father smiles again;
"Tis by thine interceding breath,
The Spirit dwells with men.

e 3 Till God in human flesh I see,
My thoughts no comfort find

a The holy, just, and sacred Three, Are terrors to my mind.

e 4 But if Emmanuel's face appear,
My hope, my joy begins;

His name forbids my slavish fear,
His grace removes my sins.

-5 While Jews on their own law rely,
And Greeks of wisdom boast;
I love th' Incarnate Mystery,
And there I fix my trust.

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HYMN 149. C. M. Arundel. [*]
Honour to Magistrates.

ETERNAL Sovereign of the sky,

And Lord of all below,

We mortals to thy Majesty

Our first obedience owe.

2 Our souls adore thy throne supreme,
And bless thy providence;

For magistrates of meaner name,
Our glory and defence.

3 (The crowns of all those princes shine,
With rays above the rest,

Where laws and liberties combine,
To make the nation blest.)

4 Kingdoms on firm foundations stand,
While virtue finds reward;
And sinners perish from the land,
By justice and the sword.

5 Let Cæsar's due be ever paid
To Cæsar and his throne;

But consciences and souls were made
To be the Lord's alone.]

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HYMN 150. C. M.

Plymouth. [b]

The Deceitfulness of Sin.

IN has a thousand treacherous arts

SIN To practise on the mind;

With flattering looks she tempts our hearts,
But leaves a sting behind.

2 With names of virtue she deceives
The aged and the young;

And while the heedless wretch believes,

She makes his fetters strong.

3 She pleads for all the joys she brings, And gives a fair pretence;

But cheats the soul of heavenly things,
And chains it down to sense.
4 So on a tree divinely fair,

Grew the forbidden food;
Our mother took the poison there,
And tainted all her blood.

HYMN 151. L. M. Islington. [*]
Prophecy and Inspiration.

'TWA

The ancient prophets spoke his word;

His Spirit did their tongues inspire,

And warmed their hearts with heavenly fire.
2 The works and wonders which they wrought,
Confirmed the messages they brought;

The prophet's pen succeeds his breath,
To save the holy words from death.

e 3 Great God, mine eyes with pleasure look
On the dear volume of thy book;

There my Redeemer's face I see,
And read his Name who died for me.
o 4 Let the false raptures of the mind
Be lost, and vanish in the wind:
-Here I can fix my hope secure;
This is thy word, and must endure.

HYMN 152. C. M.

Bedford. [*]

Sinai and Sion. Heb. xii. 18, &c.
OT to the terrors of the Lord,

e 1 N The tempest, fire, and smoke;

Not to the thunder of that word
Which God on Sinai spoke ;-
o 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.

e 3 Behold th' innumerable host
Of angels clothed in light!
Behold the spirits of the just,
Whose faith is turned to sight!
4 Behold the blest assembly there,
Whose names are writ in heaven;
Hear God, the Judge of all, declare
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.

o 6 In such society as this,

My weary soul would rest:

The man who dwells where Jesus is,
Must be forever blest.

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HYMN 153. C. M. Reading. [b]
Distemper, Folly, and Madness of Sin
like a venomous disease,
Infects our vital blood;

-The only balm is sovereign grace,
And the physician God.

e 2 Our beauty and our strength are fled,
And we draw near to death;

o But Christ the Lord recalls the dead, With his almighty breath.

e 3 Madness, by nature, reigns within,
The passions burn and rage;

-Till God's own Son, with skill divine,
The inward fire assuage.

e 4 (We lick the dust, we grasp the wind,
And solid good despise :
-Such is the folly of the mind,

Till Jesus make us wise.)

e 5 We give our souls the wounds they feel, We drink the poisonous gall,

o And rush with fury down to hellBut heaven prevents the fall.

6 (The man possessed among the tombs, Cuts his own flesh, and cries:

o He foams and raves, till Jesus comes,
And the foul spirit flies.)

HYMN 154. L. M. Armley. [b *]
Self-Righteousness insufficient.

1 "

WH

THERE are the mourners," saith the Lord, "Who wait and tremble at my word"Who walk in darkness all the day?

"Come, make my name your trust and stay.
2 ("No works, no duties of your own,
"Can for the smallest sin atone;
"The robes that nature may provide,
"Will not your least pollutions hide.
3 "The softest couch that nature knows,
"Can give the conscience no repose;

"Look to my righteousness, and live; "Comfort and peace are mine to give.) 4"Ye sons of pride, who kindle coals "With your own hands, to warm your souls, "Walk in the light of your own fire, "Enjoy the sparks that ye desire :

:

e 5"This is your portion at my hands,-
"Hell waits you with her iron bands;
a "Ye shall lie down in sorrow there,
"In death, and darkness, and despair."

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HYMN 155. C. M. Tunbridge. [b]

Christ our Passover.

Lo, the destroying angel flies

To Pharaoh's stubborn land!
The pride, the flower of Egypt dies
By his vindictive hand.

o 2 He passed the tents of Jacob o'er,
Nor poured the wrath divine;
He saw the blood on every door,
And blessed the peaceful sign.
-3 Thus the appointed Lamb must bleed,
To break th' Egyptian yoke;

o Thus Israel is from bondage freed,
And 'scapes the angel's stroke.

e 4 Lord, if my heart were sprinkled too
With blood so rich as thine,
Justice no longer would pursue
This guilty soul of mine.

-5 Jesus our passover was slain,

And has at once procured

• Freedom from Satan's heavy chain,

And God's avenging sword.

HYMN 156. C. M. Plymouth. [b]
Satan's various Temptations.

1 HATE the tempter, and his charms,
I hate his flattering breath;

The serpent takes a thousand forms,
To cheat our souls to death.

2 He feeds our hopes with airy dreams,
Or kills with slavish fear;

And holds us still in wide extremes,
Presumption or despair