5 The watchmen join their voice, And tuneful notes employ ; • Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, And deserts learn the joy. g 6 The Lord makes bare his arm, Let every nation now behold Their Saviour and their God. HYMN 11. L. M. Old Hundred. [*] The Sovereignty of Grace. Luke x. 21, 22. 38 HERE was an hour when Christ rejoiced, Tand spoke his joy in words of praise: "Father. I thank thee, mighty God, "Lord of the earth, and heavens, and seas. 2 thank thy sovereign power and love, "That crowns my doctrine with success; "And makes the babes in knowledge learn "The heights, and breadths, and lengths of grace. 3"But all this glory lies concealed "From men of prudence and of might; 4"Father, 'tis thus, because thy willi 5 "There's none can know the Father right, 6 Then let our souls adore our God, HYMN 12. C. M. St. Ann's. [*] @ 4 Journer all his days, ESUS the man of constant grief, His spirit once rejoiced aloud, Father, I thank thy wondrous love, "That hath revealed thy Son "To men unlearned; and to babes "Has made thy gospel known. 3 "The mysteries of redeeming grace "Are hidden from the wise; "While pride and carnal reasonings join a t "To swell and blind their eyes.v 4 Thus does the Lord of heaven and earth His great decrees fulfill; 1 And orders all his works of grace, 1 By his own sovereign will.] HYMN 13. L. M. Castle Street. [*] THE HE lands, that long in darkness lay, HYMN 14. L. M. Gloucester. Newcourt. [*] Christ's unchangeable Love. Rom. viii. 33, &c. 1 HO shall the Lord's elect condemn? WHO "Tis God who justifies their souls; And mercy, like a mighty stream, O'er all their sins divinely rolls. 2 Who shall adjudge the saints to hell 201 "Tis Christ who suffered in their stead; And the salvation to fulfill, Behold him rising from the dead! 3 He lives! he lives! and sits above, Forever interceding there: Who shall divide us from his love, a 4 Shall persecution, or distress, Famine, or sword, or nakedness? do 3003i muit 5. Faith has an overcoming power; Christ is our life, our joy, our hope; 6 Not all that men on earth can do, sin HYMN 15. L. M. Islington. [*] 1LET me but hear my Saviour say, Strength shall be equal to the day; 66 Then I rejoice in deep distress; Leaning on all-sufficient grace. 21 glory in infirmity, That Christ's own power may rest on me; 31 can do all things, or can bear Shook his vain dimbs, with sad surprise, HYMN 16. C. M. Devizes. [*] Hosanna to Christ Matt, xxi. 9; Luke xix. 38, 40. TOSANNA to the royal Son, 'H of David's ancient line! e His natures two, his person one, Mysterious and divine, -2 The Root of David, here we find, And Offspring, is the same; e Eternity and time are joined In our Emmanuel's name. 3 o 3 Blessed He, who comes to wretched men, With peaceful news from heaven! u Hosannas of the highest strain To Christ the Lord be given! 4 Let mortals ne'er refuse to take Th' Hosanna on their tongues; • Lest rocks and stones should rise, and break Their silence into songs. HYMN 17. C. M. Zion. [*] Victory over Death. 1 Cor. xv. 55, &c.' Ο To triumph o'er the monster death, o 2 Joyful, with all the strength I have, o 4 Now to the God of victory Immortal thanks be paid; Who makes us conquerors, while we die, 1 HYMN 18. C. M. Canterbury. [*] Blessed-who dic in the Lord. Rev. xiv. 13. Hfor all the pious dead!! a Sweet is the savour of their names, e And soft their sleeping bed. -2 They die in Jesus, and are blessed ; o 3 Far from this world of toil and strife, g The labours of their mortal life End in a large reward. HYMN 19. C. M. Barby. Zion. [*] Simeon; or, Happy Death. Luke i. 27, &c. LORD, at thy temple we appear, As happy Simeon came ; And hope to meet our Saviour here- o 2 With what divine, and vast delight, e 3" Now I can leave this world," he cried; "Behold thy servant dies: "I've seen thy great salvation, Lord; "And close my peaceful eyes. 04" This is the Light, prepared to shine Upon the Gentile lands; 66 "Thine Israel's glory, and their hope, "To break their slavish bands." -5 Jesus, the vision of thy face Hath overpowering charms! " Scarce shall I feel death's cold embrace, 6 Then, while ye hear iny heart-strings break, A mortal paleness on my cheek, And glory in my soul. HYMN 20. C. M. York. [*] LAWAKE, my heart, arise, my tongue, Prepare a tuneful voice; |