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o 4 Infinite Lover, gracious Lord,
To thee be endless honours given;
g Thy wondrous name shall be ador'd,
Round the wide earth, and wider heaven.]

HYMN 22. L. M. Psalm 97. [*]

With God is terrible Majesty.

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ERRIBLE God, who reign'st on high,
How awful is thy thund'ring hand!

Thy fiery bolts how fierce they fly!
Nor can all earth or hell withstand.
2 This the old rebel angels knew,
And Satan fell beneath thy frown:
Thine arrows struck the traitor through,
And weighty vengeance sunk him down.
3 This Sodom felt, and feels it still,
And roars beneath th' eternal load:
With endless burnings who can dwell!
Or bear the fury of a God!

4 Tremble ye sinners, and submit;
Throw down your arms before his throne :
Bend your heads low beneath his feet,
Or his strong hand shall crush you down.
5 And ye, bless'd saints, who love him too,
With rev'rence bow before his Name;
Thus all the heavenly servants do:
God is a bright and burning flame.]

HYMN 23. L. M. Nantwich. Green's. [*]
The Sight of God and Christ in Heaven.

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ESCEND from heaven, immortal Dove, Stoop down, and take us on thy wingso And mount, and bear us far above The reach of these inferior things; o 2 Beyond, beyond this lower sky, Up where eternal ages roll,Where solid pleasures never die, And fruits immortal feast the soul. e 30 for a sight, a pleasant sightOf our Almighty Father's throne! There sits our Saviour, crown'd with light, Cloth'd in a body like our own.

g 4 Adoring saints around him stand,

And thrones and powers before him fall;

The God shines gracious through the man,
And sheds sweet glories on them all.
o 5 Oh, what amazing joys they feel,
While to their golden harps they sing!
And sit on ev'ry heavenly hill,

And spread the triumphs of their King!
e 6 When shall the day, dear Lord, appear,
That I shall mount to dwell above;
And stand and bow amongst them there,
And view thy face, and sing thy love?

HYMN 24. L. M. Psalm 97th. Blendon. [*]

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The Evil of Sin :-Fall of Angels and Men.

WHEN the great Builder arch'd the skies,

And form'd all nature with a word, The joyful cherubs tun'd his praise, And ev'ry bending throne ador'd.

2 High in the midst of all the throng,
Satan, a tall archangel, sat;

Among the morning stars he sung,
Till sin destroy'd his heavenly state.

3 'Twas sin that hurl'd him from his throne; Grov❜ling in fire the rebel lies:

d How art thou sunk in darkness down,
Son of the morning, from the skies!

4 And thus our two first parents stood,
Till sin defil'd the happy place;
They lost their garden and their God,
And ruin'd all their unborn race:

5 [So sprung the plague from Adam's bower, And spread destruction all abroad;

Sin, the curs❜d name-that, in one hour,
Spoil'd six days' labour of a God.]

p 6 Tremble, my soul, and mourn for grief,
That such a foe should seize thy breast!
-Fly to thy Lord for quick relief;

Oh! may he slay this treacherous guest. o 7 Then, to thy throne, victorious King, Then, to thy throne our shouts shall rise; o Thine everlasting arm we sing,

For sin, the monster, bleeds and dies.

HYMN 25. C. M. Reading. Plymouth. [b] Complaining of Spiritual Sloth.

1 MY

Y drowsy powers, why sleep ye so!
Awake, my sluggish soul!

Nothing has half thy work to do,
Yet nothing's half so dull.

2 The little ants for one poor grain
Labour, and tug, and strive:

e Yet we, who have a heaven t' obtain,
How negligent we live!

-3 We, for whose sake all nature stands,
And stars their courses move,-
We, for whose guard the angel bands
Come flying from above;-

4 We, for whom God the Son came down, And labour'd for our good:

e. How careless to secure that crown, He purchas'd with his blood!

e 5 Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still,
And never act our parts!

-Come, Holy Dove, from th' heavenly hill,
And sit and warm our hearts.

o 6 Then shall our active spirits move;
Upward our souls shall rise :
With hands of faith, and wings of love,
We'll fly, and take the prize.
HYMN 26. L. M. Wells. [*]

God Invisible.

1[ORD, we are blind, poor mortals blind; We can't behold thy bright abode;

Oh! 'tis beyond a creature mind,
To glance a thought half way to God.
2 Infinite leagues beyond the sky,
The great Eternal reigns alone;
Where neither wings nor souls can fly,
Nor angels climb the topless throne.
3 The Lord of glory builds his seat
Of gems insufferably bright;
And lays, beneath his sacred feet,
Substantial beams of gloomy night.
4 Yet, glorious Lord, thy gracious eyes
Look through, and cheer us from above:
Beyond our praise thy grandeur flies ;
Yet we adore, and yet we love.]

HYMN 27. L. M. Blendon. [*]
Praise ye Him, all his Angels. Ps. cxlviii, 2.

a 1 GOD, the eternal, awful name,

That the whole heavenly army fears! That shakes the wide creation's frame, And Satan trembles when he hears! -2 Like flames of fire his servants are, And light surrounds his dwelling place; o But, O ye fiery flames, declare

The brighter glories of his face.

e 3 'Tis not for such poor worms as we,
To speak so infinite a thing;
-But your immortal eyes survey

The beauties of your sovereign King.
o 4 Tell how he shows his smiling face,
And clothes all heaven in bright array:
Triumph and joy run through the place,
And songs eternal as the day.

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o 5 Speak for you feel his burning love,What zeal it spreads through all your frame; e That sacred fire dwells all above,

For we on earth have lost the name. -6 [Sing of his power, and justice too, That infinite right hand of his,

That vanquish'd Satan and his crew o And thunder drove them down from bliss. d 7 What mighty storms of poison'd darts Were hurl'd upon the rebels there! What deadly jav'lins nail'd their hearts Fast to the racks of long despair.

0 8 Shout to your King, ye heavenly host, You that beheld the sinking foe;

Firmly ye stood, when they were lost o Praise the rich grace that kept you so.] u 9 Proclaim his wonders from the skies; Let ev'ry distant nation hear:

-And, while you sound his lofty praise,
e Let humble mortals bow, and fear!

HYMN 28. C. M. Windsor. [*]
Death and Eternity.

e 1 STOOP down, my thoughts, that used tc Converse a while with death;

e Think how a gasping mortal lies, And pants away his breath

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p 2 His quiv'ring lip hangs feebly down,
His pulse is faint and few;

Then, speechless, with a doleful groan,
He bids the world adieu!

e 3 But oh, the soul that never dies!
At once it leaves the clay!

Ye thoughts, pursue it where it flies,
And track its wondrous way.

u 4 Up to the courts where angels dwell
It mounts, triumphant there:-

a Or devils plunge it down to hell, In infinite despair.

p 5 And must my body faint and die?
And must this soul remove?

Oh, for some guardian angel nigh,
To bear it safe above.

6 Jesus, to thy dear faithful hand
My naked soul I trust;

e And my flesh waits for thy command, To drop into my dust.

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HYMN 29. C. M. Devizes. [*]

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Redemption by Price and Power. ESUS, with all thy saints above, My tongue would bear her part; o Would sound aloud thy saving love, And sing thy bleeding heart.

-2 Bless'd be the Lamb, my dearest Lord, Who bought me with his blood;

e And quench'd his Father's flaming sword, In his own vital flood.

0 3 The Lamb, that freed my captive soul From Satan's heavy chains;

o And sent the lion down to howl,
Where hell and horrour reigns.

s 4 All glory to the dying Lamb,
And never-ceasing praise!
While angels live, to know his name,
Or saints, to feel his grace.

HYMN 30. S. M. Newton. Kibworth. [*]

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