e But death shall land our weary souls,
Safe, on the heavenly shore.

3 There, to fulfil his sweet commands,
Our speedy feet shall move:
No sin shall clog our winged zeal,
Or cool our burning love.

o 4 There shall we sit, and sing, and tell
The wonders of his grace;

Till heavenly raptures fire our hearts,
And smile in every face.

-5 For ever his dear, sacred name
Shall dwell upon our tongue;

o And Jesus and salvation be

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The close of ev'ry song.]

HYMN 87. C. M. Arundel. Bedford. [*]

The Divine Glories above our Reason.

HOW

OW wondrous great, how glorious bright,
Must our Creator be-

Who dwells amidst the dazzling light
Of vast infinity.

-2 Our soaring spirits upward rise,
Tow'rd the celestial throne:

e Fain would we see the blessed Three, And the almighty One.

-3 Our reason stretches all its wings, And climbs above the skies;

e But still how far beneath thy feet, Our grov❜ling reason lies!

a 4 Lord, here we bend our humble souls,
And awfully adore :

For the weak pinions of our mind
Can stretch a thought no more.

g 5 Thy glories infinitely rise

Above our lab'ring tongue; In vain the highest seraph tries To form an equal song.

e 6 In humble notes our faith adores The great, mysterious King;

o While angels strain their nobler powers, And sweep th' immortal string.

HYMN 88. C. M. Doxology. Devizes. [*]

1

S

Salvation.

ALVATION! O the joyful sound!
'Tis pleasure to our ears;

A sovereign balm for ev'ry wound, A cordial for our fears. e 2 Bury'd in sorrow and in sin, At hell's dark door we lay:o But we arise, by grace Divine, To see a heavenly day.

s 3 Salvation! let the echo fly The spacious earth around; g While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound.

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HYMN 89. C. M. Mear. [*]

Н
H The

Christ's Victory over Satan. OSANNA to our conqu'ring King! prince of darkness flies: His troops rush headlong down to hell, Like lightning from the skies.

e 2 There, bound in chains, the lions roar, And fright the rescu'd sheep;

-But heavy bars confine their power
And malice to the deep.

o 3 Hosanna to our conqu❜ring King!
All hail, incarnate Love!

Ten thousand songs and glories wait,
To crown thy head above.

s 4 Thy vict'ries and thy deathless fame
Through the wide world shall run ;
And everlasting ages sing

The triumphs thou hast won.

HYMN 90. C. M. Colchester. [*]

e 1 H

Pardon and Sanctification in Christ.
OW sad our state by nature is!
Our sin, how deep it stains!

e And Satan binds our captive minds,
Fast in his slavish chains.

o 2 But there's a voice of sov'reign grace Sounds from the sacred word;

d 'Ho! ye despairing sinners, come, 'And trust upon the Lord.'

o 3 My soul obeys th' almighty call, And runs to this relief;

-I would believe thy promise, Lord; e Oh! help my unbelief.

4 [To the dear fountain of thy blood,
Incarnate God, I fly;

Here let me wash my spotted soul
From crimes of deepest dye.

-5 Stretch out thine arm, victorious King,
My reigning sins subdue;

Drive the old Dragon from his seat,
With all his hellish crew.]

p 6 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
On thy kind arms I fall:

-Be thou my strength and righteousness,
My Jesus, and my All.

HYMN 91. C. M. Hymn 2d. St. Ann's. [*]

1

0

The Glory of Christ in Heaven.

H, the delights, the heavenly joys,
The glories of the place,

Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams
Of his o'erflowing grace!

2 Sweet majesty and awful love
Sit smiling on his brow;
And all the glorious ranks above
At humble distance bow.
3 [Princes to his imperial name
Bend their bright sceptres down ;
Dominions, thrones, and powers rejoice,
To see him wear the crown.

4 Archangels sound his lofty praise,
Through ev'ry heavenly street;
And lay their highest honours down,
Submissive, at his feet.]

e 5 Those soft, those blessed feet of his,
That once rude iron tore-

o High on a throne of light they stand, And all the saints adore.

e 6 His head, the dear majestic head, That cruel thorns did wound

o See-what immortal glories shine, And circle it around!

7 This is the Man, th' exalted Man,
Whom we, unseen, adore ;

But when our eyes behold his face,
Our hearts shall love him more

8 [Lord, how our souls are all on fire,
To see thy bless'd abode;

Our tongues rejoice in tunes of praise
To our incarnate God.]

9 And while our faith enjoys this sight,
We long to leave our clay;
And wish thy fiery chariots, Lord,
To fetch our souls away.

HYMN 92. C. M. Arundel. [*]

The Church saved, and her Enemies disappointed. HOUT to the Lord, and let our joys Through the whole nation run; Ye western skies, resound the noise Beyond the rising sun.

2 Thee, mighty God, our souls admire,
Thee our glad voices sing;

And join with the celestial choir,
To praise th' eternal King.

3 Thy power the whole creation rules,
And, on the starry skies,

Sits smiling at the weak designs,
Thine envious foes devise.

4 Thy scorn derides their feeble rage,
And, with an awful frown,

Flings vast confusion on their plots,
And shakes their Babel down.
5 (Their secret fires in caverns lay,
And we the sacrifice;

But gloomy caverns strove in vain,
To 'scape all-searching eyes.

6 Their dark designs were all reveal'd,
Their treasons all betray'd;

Praise to the Lord, that broke the snare
Their cursed hands had laid.)

7 In vain the busy sons of hell
Still new rebellions try:

Their souls shall pine with envious rage, And vex away and die.

8 Almighty grace defends our land,

From their malicious power; Then let us, with united songs, Almighty grace adore.]

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HYMN 93. S. M. Bingham. Newton. [*]

MY

God all and in all. Psalm lxxii, 25.

Y God, my life, my love,
To thee, to thee I call;

I cannot live, if thou remove,
For thou art all in all.

2 Thy shining grace can cheer
This dungeon where I dwell;
'Tis paradise, when thou art here;
If thou depart, 'tis hell.

3

[The smilings of thy face,
How amiable they are!

'Tis heaven to rest in thine embrace ;
And no where else but there.

4 To thee, and thee alone,

The angels owe their bliss;
They sit around thy gracious throne,
And dwell where Jesus is.]
5 Not all the harps above

Can make a heavenly place,
If God his residence remove,
Or but conceal his face.
Nor earth, nor all the sky,
Can one delight afford;

6

No, not a drop of real joy,

Without thy presence, Lord. 17 Thou art the sea of love,

Where all my pleasures roll; The circle where my passions move, And centre of my soul.

8 [To thee my spirits fly,

With infinite desire;

And yet, how far from thee I lie!
Dear Jesus, raise me higher.]

HYMN 94. C. M. St. Ann's. Abridge. [*]
God, my only Happiness. Psalm lxxiii, 25.
Y God, my portion, and my love,
My everlasting All,

1

MY
M'My

I've none but thee in heaven above,
Or on this earthly ball.

2 What empty things are all the skies!
And this inferior clod!