2 Forbid it Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, my God:
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to his blood.
3 See from his head, his hands, his feet
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet?
Or thorns compose so rich a crown ?
4 His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o'er his body on the tree;
Then am I dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.
5 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small :
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all!
HYMN 258. P. M.
1 How pleas'd and blest was I,
To hear the people cry,
"Come, let us seek our God to-day ;"
Yes, with a cheerful zeal,
We haste to Zion's hill,
And there our vows and honours pay.
2 Zion, thrice happy place,
Adorn'd with wondrous grace,
And walls of strength embrace thee round:
In thee our tribes appear,
To pray, and praise, and hear
The sacred gospel's joyful sound.
3 There David's greater Son
Has fix'd his royal throne;
He sits for grace and judgment there;
He bids the saint be glad,
He makes the sinner sad,
And humble souls rejoice with fear.
4 May peace attend thy gate,
And joy within thee wait,
To bless the soul of every guest;
The man that seeks thy peace,
And wishes thine increase,
A thousand blessings on him rest!
5 My tongue repeats her vows,
"Peace to this sacred house!"
For here my friends and kindred dwell;
And since my glorious God
Makes thee his blest abode,
My soul shall ever love thee well.
HYMN 259. L. M.
1 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy.
2 His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and form'd us men ;
And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd,
He brought us to his fold again.
3 We are his people, we his care,
Our souls, and all our mortal frame; What lasting honours shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to thy name?
4 We'll croud thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heaven our voices raise ;
And earth with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
5 Wide as the world is thy command,
Vast as eternity thy love;
Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.
DOXOLOGIES.
LONG METRE.
To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, three in one,
Be honour, praise, and glory given,
By all on earth and all in heav'n.
COMMON METRE.
LET God the Father and the Son,
And Spirit be ador'd,
Where there are works to make him known,
Or saints to love the Lord.
YE angels round the throne,
And saints that dwell below,
Worship the Father, praise the Son,
And bless the Spirit too.
AS THE 148TH PSALM.
To God the Father's throne
Perpetual honours raise,
Glory to God the Son,
To God the Spirit praise;
With all our pow'rs,
Eternal King,
Thy name we sing.
While faith adores.
TO FIND ANY HYMN BY THE FIRST LINE.
LAS! and did my Saviour bleed!
Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat,
Awak'd by Sinai's awful sound,
Am I a soldier of the cross,
As when a weary trav❜ller gains
Amazing Grace! how sweet the sound,
Afflicted soul, to Christ draw near;
All hail the power of Jesus' name!
Alas! this adamantine heart,
Awake, and sing the song,
And will the Judge descend?
Ah! who can speak the vast dismay,
Ascend thy throne, Almighty King,
Astonish'd and distress'd,
And are we wretches yet alive?
As showers on meadows newly mown,
Alas! the deep deceit of sin,
All glory and praise,
Another six day's work is none,
EHOLD! the last great day is come:
Blow ye the trumpet, blow,
Blest be the tie that binds,
Blest Saviour, by thy pow'rful word,
Broad is the road that leads to death,
Brethren, while we sojourn here,
Behold the Saviour at thy door,
Before Jehovah's awful throne,
OME Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,
Come thou fount of every blessing,
Come humble sinners, in whose breast,
Come, weary souls, with sins distrest,
Come, dearest Lord, descend and dwell,
Come, O my soul, look up and see,
Come let us join in sweet accord
Come, Holy Spirit, come,
Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched,
Come sinners, you whose harden'd hearts,
Come, dearest Lord, and bless this day.
READ Sovereign, let my ev'ning song,
Dismiss us with thy blessing Lord,
Day of judgment, day of wonders!
Descend from heaven, immortal Dove,
Dear refuge of my weary soul,
Did Christ o'er sinners weep ?
Destruction's dangerous road,
Dead be my heart to all below,
Death! 'tis a melancholy day,
Dearest of all the names above,
TERNITY! the dread abode,
E Earth has engross'd my love too long,
Eternal life! how sweet the sound,
ATHER of mercies, in thy word, Far from my thoughts, vain world begone; 61 Father, what e'er of earthly bliss, Firm as the earth thy gospel stands, Forgiveness! 'tis a joyful sound, Father of all, thy care we bless, From all that dwell below the skies,
RACE! 'tis a charming sound!
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