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o 4 Haste then-but with a smiling face-
And spread the table of thy grace;
Bring down a taste of truth divine,
And cheer my heart with sacred wine.)
b 5 Blest Jesus, what delicious fare!
How sweet thy entertainments are!
-Never did angels taste above
Redeeming grace and dying love.
o 6 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine!
In thee thy Father's glories shine:
-Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest One,
That eyes have seen, or angels known.

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,
To praise th' eternal God.

g 2 Long ere the lofty skies were spread,
Jehovah filled his throne;

Or Adam formed, or angels made,
Jehovah lived alone.

-3 His boundless years can ne'er decrease,
But still maintain their prime;

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;

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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. [*]
The Ministry of Angels.

H'The King of glory spreads his seat,

IGH on a hill of dazzling light,

And troops of angels, stretched for flight,
Stand waiting round his awful feet.

2 Go, saith the Lord, my Gabriel, go,
Salute the Virgin's fruitful womb;
Make haste, ye cherubs, down below,
Sing, and proclaim the Saviour's come.

3 Here a bright squadron leaves the skies,
And thick around Elisha stands;
Anon a heavenly soldier flies,

And breaks the chains from Peter's hands.
4 Thy winged troops, O God of hosts,
Wait on thy wandering church below;
Here we are sailing to thy coasts,
Let angels be our convoy too.

5 Are they not all thy servants, Lord?
At thy command they go and come;

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,
And dies, if one be gone;

Strange that a harp of thousand strings
Should keep in tune so long.

-4 But 'tis our God supports our frame,-
The God who built us first;

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.

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WHY

is

my heart so far from thee,
My God, my chief delight?

Why are my thoughts no more, by day,
With thee, no more by night?

2 [Why should my foolish passions rove?
Where can such sweetness be,

As I have tasted in thy love,

As I have found in thee?]

-3 When my forgetful soul renews
The savour of thy grace,

My heart presumes I cannot lose
The relish all my days.

e 4 But ere one fleeting hour is past,
The flattering world employs
Some sensual bait to seize my taste,
And to pollute my joys.

-5 Trifles of nature, or of art,
With fair deceitful charms,
Intrude into my thoughtless heart,
And thrust me from thy arms.

e 6 Then I repent, and vex my soul,
That I should leave thec so;

Where will these wild affections roll,
That let a Saviour go?

7 [Sin's promised joys are turned to pain,
And I am drowned in grief;

-But my dear Lord returns again,
He flies to my relief:

o 8 Seizing my soul with sweet surprise,
He draws with loving bands,

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,
ET the old heathens tune their song
Of great Diana and of Jove;

But the sweet theme that moves my tongue,
Is my Redeemer and his love.

e 2 Behold a God descends and dies,
To save my soul from gaping hell:
How the black gulf where Satan lies,
Yawned to receive me when I fell!

e 3 How justice frowned, and vengeance stood,
To drive me down to endless pain!
But the great Son proposed his blood,
And heavenly wrath grew mild again.........

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.]

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HYMN 22. L. M.

TERRI

Psalm 97. [*]

With God is terrible Majesty.
ERRIBLE God, who reign'st on high,
How awful is thy thundering hand!
Thy fiery bolts, how fierce they fly!
Nor can all earth or hell withstand.
2 This the old rebel angels knew,
And Satan fell beneath thy frown:
Thine arrows struck the traitor through,
And weighty vengeance sunk him down.
3 This Sodom felt, and feels it still,
And roars beneath th' eternal load;
With endless burnings who can dwell,
Or bear the fury of a God?

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4 Tremble, ye sinners, and submit ;
Throw down your arms before his throne:
Bend your heads low beneath his feet,
Or his strong hand shall crush you down.
5 And ye, blest saints, who love him too,
With reverence bow before his Name;
Thus all the heavenly servants do:
God is a bright and burning flame.]

HYMN 23. L. M. Nantwich. Green's. [*]
The Sight of God and Christ in Heaven.

1 DESCEND from heaven, immortal. Dove,

Stoop down, and take us on thy wings,

o 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.
30 for a sight, a pleasant sight-
Of our Almighty Father's throne!
There sits our Saviour, crowned with light,
Clothed in a body like our own.

g 4 Adoring saints around him stand,
And thrones and powers before him fall;

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