HYMN 38. C. M. York. [*]

Love to God.

HAPPY the heart where graces reign,

Where love inspires the breast:

Love is the brightest of the train,
And strengthens all the rest.
e 2 Knowledge, alas! 'tis all in vain,
And all in vain our fear;

Our stubborn sins will fight and reign,
If love be absent there.

o 3 'Tis love that makes our cheerful feet
In swift obedience move;

e The devils know, and tremble too,-
But Satan cannot love.

o 4 This is the grace that lives, and sings,
When faith and hope will cease;
"Tis this shall strike our joyful strings
In the sweet realms of bliss.
5 Before we quite forsake our clay,
Or leave this dark abode,
The wings of love bear us away,
To see our smiling God.

HYMN 39. C. M. Canterbury. [b]
The Shortness and Misery of Life.

OUR days, alas! our mortal days

Are short, and wretched too:

Evil and few, the patriarch says,
And well the patriarch knew.]
e 2 'Tis but at best a narrow bound,
That heaven allows to men,

And pains and sins run through the round
Of threescore years and ten.
o 3 Well, if ye must be sad and few,
Run on my days in haste;

Moments of sin, and months of wo,
Ye cannot fly too fast.

-4 Let heavenly love prepare my soul,
And call her to the skies,-

o Where years of long salvation roll, And glory never dies.

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HYMN 40. C. M. Abridge. [*]

Comfort in the Covenant with Christ.

UR God, how firm his promise stands,
E'en when he hides his face;

He trusts in our Redeemer's hands

His glory, and his grace.

e 2 Then why, my soul, these sad complaints, Since Christ and we are one?

-Thy God is faithful to his saints-
Is faithful to his Son.

3 Beneath his smiles my heart has liv'd,
And part of heaven possess'd:

o I praise his Name for grace receiv'd, And trust him for the rest.

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HYMN 41. L. M. Castle-Street. [*]
A sight of God mortifies us to the World.
P to the fields where angels lie,
And living waters gently roll,
Fain would my thoughts leap out and fly,-
But sin hangs heavy on my soul.

2 Thy wondrous blood, dear dying Christ,
Can make this world of guilt remove;
And thou canst bear me where thou fly'st,
On thy kind wings, celestial Dove.]
3 O might I once mount up, and see
The glories of th' eternal skies,-
What little things these worlds would be!
How despicable to my eyes!

4 Had I a glance of thee, my God,
Kingdoms and men would vanish soon;—
Vanish, as though I saw them not;

As a dim candle dies at noon.

d 5 Then they might fight, and rage, and rave;
I should perceive the noise no more,
Than we can hear a shaking leaf,
While rattling thunders round us roar.
6 Great All in All, eternal King,
Let me but view thy lovely face ;-
And all my powers shall bow, and sing
Thine endless grandeur, and thy grace.

HYMN 42. C. M. Tunbridge. [b]
Delight in God.

1 MY God, what endless pleasures dwell

Above, at thy right hand!

Thy courts below, how amiable,
Where all thy graces stand!

o 2 The swallow near thy temple lies, And chirps a cheerful note:

The lark mounts upward tow'rd the skies,
And tunes her warbling throat.

3 And we, when in thy presence, Lord,
We shout with cheerful tongues:
Or sitting round our Father's board,
We crown the feast with songs.
4 While Jesus shines with quick'ning grace,
We sing, and mount on high;
But if a frown becloud his face,
We faint, and tire, and die.

5 Just as we see the lonesome dove
Bemoan her widow'd state :
Wand'ring she flies thro' all the grove,
And mourns her loving mate:

6 Just so our thoughts, from thing to thing, In restless circles rove;

Just so we droop, and hang the wing,
When Jesus hides his love.]

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HYMN 43. L. M. Sheffields. Leeds. [*]
Christ's Sufferings and Glory.

NOW for a tune of lofty praise,

To great Jehovah's equal Son! o Awake, my voice, in heavenly lays, Tell the loud wonders he hath done. 2 Sing, how he left the worlds of light, And the bright robes he wore above; u How swift and joyful was the flight, On wings of everlasting love

e 3 (Down to this base, this sinful earth,
He came, to raise our nature high;
p He came, t'atone almighty wrath
Jesus, the God, was born to die.)
e 4 [Hell and its lions roar'd around ;
His precious blood the monsters spilt;
While weighty sorrows press'd him down,
Large as the loads of all our guilt.]

a 5 Deep in the shades of gloomy death,
Th' almighty, captive Pris'ner lay;
o Th' almighty Captive left the earth,
And rose to everlasting day.

o 6 Lift up your eyes, ye sons of light, Up to this 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;

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

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

WITH holy fear, and humble song,
The dreadful God our souls adore;
Rev'rence and awe become the tongue,
That speaks the terrours of his power.
2 Far in the deep, where darkness dwells,
The land of horrour 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, t' inflict immortal pains,
Dy'd 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,
Crush'd 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 incens'd 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.]

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HYMN 45. L. M. Nantwich. [*]

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God's Condescension to our Worship. HY favours, Lord, surprise our souls: Will the ETERNAL dwell with us! 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.

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

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TP to the Lord, who reigns on high, And views the nations from afar, 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 rais'd 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. [*] Glory and Grace in the Person of Christ.

0 1 NOW to the Lord a noble song! Awake, my soul; awake, my tongue Hosanna to th' Eternal Name,

u And all his boundless love proclaim.