o 4 Infinite Lover, gracious Lord, HYMN 22. L. M. Psalm 97. [*] With God is terrible Majesty. ERRIBLE God, who reign'st on high, Thy fiery bolts how fierce they fly! 4 Tremble ye sinners, and submit; HYMN 23. L. M. Nantwich. Green's. [*] 'D 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 spread the triumphs of their King! HYMN 24. L. M. Psalm 97th. Blendon. [*] 1 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, Among the morning stars he sung, 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, 4 And thus our two first parents stood, 5 [So sprung the plague from Adam's bower, And spread destruction all abroad; Sin, the curs❜d name-that, in one hour, p 6 Tremble, my soul, and mourn for grief, 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! Nothing has half thy work to do, 2 The little ants for one poor grain e Yet we, who have a heaven t' obtain, -3 We, for whose sake all nature stands, 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, -Come, Holy Dove, from th' heavenly hill, o 6 Then shall our active spirits move; God Invisible. 1[ORD, we are blind, poor mortals blind; We can't behold thy bright abode; Oh! 'tis beyond a creature mind, HYMN 27. L. M. Blendon. [*] 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, The beauties of your sovereign King. 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, HYMN 28. C. M. Windsor. [*] 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 [rise; p 2 His quiv'ring lip hangs feebly down, Then, speechless, with a doleful groan, e 3 But oh, the soul that never dies! Ye thoughts, pursue it where it flies, u 4 Up to the courts where angels dwell a Or devils plunge it down to hell, In infinite despair. p 5 And must my body faint and die? Oh, for some guardian angel nigh, 6 Jesus, to thy dear faithful hand e And my flesh waits for thy command, To drop into my dust. 1 HYMN 29. C. M. Devizes. [*] JE 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, s 4 All glory to the dying Lamb, HYMN 30. S. M. Newton. Kibworth. [*] |