o 4 Haste then-but with a smiling face- HYMN 16. L. M. Oporto, Nantwich. [*] Part the Second. •1L Shines through the beauties of thy face ORD, what a heaven of saving grace, And lights our passion to a flame! Lord, how we love thy charming name! e 2 When I can say, My God is mine, When I can feel thy glories shine,o I tread the world beneath my feet, And all the earth calls good or great. b 3 While such a scene of sacred joys Our raptured eyes and souls employs, -Here we could sit and gaze away A long, an everlasting day. o 4 Well, we shall quickly pass the night, To the fair coast of perfect light; -Then shall our joyful senses rove O'er the dear Object of our love. o 5 [There shall we drink full draughts of bliss, And pluck new life from heavenly trees! -Yet now and then, dear Lord, bestow A drop of heaven on worms below. 6 Send comforts down from thy right hand, While we pass through this barren land; And in thy temple let us see A glimpse of love-a glimpse of thee.] HYMN 17. C. M. Mitcham. Arundel. [*] God's Eternity. •1RISE, rise, my soul, and leave the ground, Stretch all thy thoughts abroad, And rouse up every tuneful sound, g 2 Long ere the lofty skies were spread, Or Adam formed, or angels made, -3 His boundless years can ne'er decrease, e Eternity's his dwelling-place, And EVER is his time. o 4 While like a tide our minutes flow, The present and the past a He fills his own inmortal NOW, And sees our ages waste. -5 The sea and sky must perish too, And vast destruction come; p The creatures-look, how old they grow,And wait their fiery doom! o 6 Well, let the sea shrink all away, And flame melt down the skies;→→ g My God shall live an endless day, When old creation dies. HYMN 18. L. M. Nantwich. [*] H'The King of glory spreads his seat, IGH on a hill of dazzling light, And troops of angels, stretched for flight, 2 Go, saith the Lord, my Gabriel, go, 3 Here a bright squadron leaves the skies, And breaks the chains from Peter's hands. 5 Are they not all thy servants, Lord? With cheerful haste, obey thy word, And guard thy children to their home.1 HYMN 19. C. M. Plymouth. Reading. [b*] Our frail Bodies, and God our Preserver. 'Lor death, nor danger fear; ET others boast how strong they be, e But we'll confess, O Lord, to thee, What feeble things we are. o 2 Fresh as the grass our bodies stand, And flourish bright and gay; e A blasting wind sweeps o'er the land, And fades the grass away. e 3 Our life contains a thousand springs, Strange that a harp of thousand strings -4 But 'tis our God supports our frame,- o Salvation to th' Almighty Name, That reared us from the dust. d 5 [He spoke, and straight our hearts, and brains, In all their motions rose; Let blood, said he, flow round the veins; And round the veins it flows. 6 While we have breath to use our tongues, Our Maker we'll adore; His spirit moves our heaving lungs, Or they would breathe no more.] HYMN 20. C. M. Wantage. Bangor. [b] Backslidings and Returns. WHY is my heart so far from thee, Why are my thoughts no more, by day, 2 [Why should my foolish passions rove? As I have tasted in thy love, As I have found in thee?] -3 When my forgetful soul renews My heart presumes I cannot lose e 4 But ere one fleeting hour is past, -5 Trifles of nature, or of art, e 6 Then I repent, and vex my soul, Where will these wild affections roll, 7 [Sin's promised joys are turned to pain, -But my dear Lord returns again, o 8 Seizing my soul with sweet surprise, e Divine compassion in his eyes, And pardon in his hands.] p 9 Wretch that I am, to wander thus, In chase of false delight! -Let me be fastened to thy cross, Rather than lose thy sight. 10 [Make haste, my days, to reach the goal, And bring my heart to rest On the dear centre of my soul, My God, my Saviour's breast.] HYMN 21. L. M. Dresden. [*] A Song of Praise to God the Redeemer, But the sweet theme that moves my tongue, e 2 Behold a God descends and dies, e 3 How justice frowned, and vengeance stood, o 4 Infinite Lover, gracious Lord, To thee be endless honours given; g Thy wondrous name shall be adored, Round the wide earth and wider heaven.] 1 HYMN 22. L. M. TERRI Psalm 97. [*] With God is terrible Majesty. 4 Tremble, ye sinners, and submit ; HYMN 23. L. M. Nantwich. Green's. [*] 1 DESCEND from heaven, immortal. Dove, Stoop down, and take us on thy wings, o And mount, and bear us far above o 2 Beyond, beyond this lower sky, g 4 Adoring saints around him stand, |