The God shines gracious through the man,
And sheds sweet glories on them all
o 5 0, what amazing joys they feel
While to their golden harps they sing!
And sit on every heavenly hill,

And spread the triumphs of their King!
e 6 When shall the day, dear Lord, appear,
That I shall mount to dwell above;
And stand and bow amongst them there,
And view thy face, and sing thy love?

HYMN 24. L. M. Psalm 97th. Blendon. [*] The Evil of Sin :-Fall of Angels and Men.

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WHEN the great Builder arched the skies,

And formed all nature with a word,
The joyful cherubs tuned his praise,
And every bending throne adored.

2 High in the midst of all the throng,
Satan, a tall archangel, sat;
Among the morning stars he sung,
Till sin destroyed his heavenly state.

3 'Twas sin that hurled him from his throne;
Grovelling in fire the rebel lies:

d Homo art thou sunk in darkness down, Son of the morning, from the skies!

4 And thus our two first parents stood,
Till sin defiled the happy place;
They lost their garden and their God,
And ruined all their unborn race.

5 [So sprung the plague from Adam's bower,
And spread destruction all abroad;

Sin, the cursed name-that, in one hour,
Spoiled six days' labour of a God.]

6 Tremble, my soul, and mourn for grief, That such a foe should seize thy breast! -Fly to thy Lord for quick relief;

Oh! may he slay this treacherous guest. o 7 Then, to thy throne, victorious King, Then, to thy throne our shouts shall rise; o Thine everlasting arm we sing,

For sin, the monster, bleeds and dies

HYMN 25. C. M. Reading. Plymouth, [b]

Complaining of Spiritual Sloth.

MY drowsy powers, why sleep ye so?
Awake, my sluggish soul!

Nothing has half thy work to do,
Yet nothing's half so dull.

2 The little ants, for one poor grain,
Labour, and tug, and strive;

e Yet we, who have a heaven to obtain,
How negligent we live!

-3 We, for whose sake all nature stands,
And stars their courses move,—
We, for whose guard the angel bands
Come flying from above;—

4 We, for whom God the Son came down,
And laboured for our good:-

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e How careless to secure that crown

He purchased with his blood!

e 5 Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still,
And never act our parts?

-Come, Holy Dove, from th' heavenly hill,
And sit and warm our hearts.

6 Then shall our active spirits move,
Upward our souls shall rise:
With hands of faith, and wings of love,
We'll fly and take the prize.

HYMN 26. L. M. Wells. [*]

God Invisible.

LORD, we are blind, poor mortals blind;
We can't behold thy bright abode;

O! 'tis beyond a creature mind,

To glance a thought half way to God.
2 Infinite leagues beyond the sky,
The great Eternal reigns alone;
Where neither wings nor souls can fly,
Nor angels climb the topless throne.
3 The Lord of glory builds his seat
Of gems insufferably bright;
And lays, beneath his sacred feet,
Substantial beams of gloomy night.
4 Yet, glorious Lord, thy gracious eyes
Look through and cheer us from above :
Beyond our praise thy grandeur flies,
Yet we adore, and yet we love.]

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HYMN 27. L. M. Blendon. [*]
Praise ye Him, all His Angels. Ps. cxlviii. 2.
OOD, the eternal, awful name,

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That the whole heavenly army fears'
That shakes the wide creation's frame,
And Satan trembles when he hears!
--2 Like flames of fire his servants are,
And light surrounds his dwelling-place;
o But, O ye fiery flames, declare
The brighter glories of his face.

e 3 'Tis not for such poor worms as we,
To speak so infinite a thing;
-But your immortal eyes survey

The beauties of your sovereign King.
o 4 Tell how he shows his smiling face,
And clothes all heaven in bright array;
Triumph and joy run through the place,
And songs eternal as the day.

o 5 Speak-for you feel his burning love,-
What zeal it spreads through all your frame;
e That sacred fire dwells all above,

For we on earth have lost the name.

-6 [Sing of his power, and justice too, That infinite right hand of his,

That vanquished Satan and his crew; o And thunder drove them down from bliss d 7 What mighty storms of poisoned darts Were hurled upon the rebels there! What deadly javelins nailed their hearts, Fast to the racks of long despair.

o 8 Shout to your King, ye heavenly host, You that beheld the sinking foe;

Firmly ye stood, when they were lost; o Praise the rich grace that kept you so.] u 9 Proclaim his wonders from the skies; Let every distant nation hear:

-And while you sound his lofty praise, e Let humble mortals bow, and fear!

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HYMN 28. C. M.

Windsor. [b]

Death and Eternity.

TOOP down, my thoughts, that used to rise;
Converse awhile with death

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e Think how a gasping mortal lies,— And pants away his breath.

p 2 His quivering lip hangs feebly down,
His pulse is faint and few;

Then, speechless, with a doleful groan,
He bids the world adieu!

e 3 But oh, the soul that never dies!
At once it leaves the clay!
-Ye thoughts, pursue it where it flies,
And track its wondrous way.

u 4 Up to the courts where angels dwell,
It mounts, triumphant there :-

a Or devils plunge it down to hell, In infinite despair.

p 5 And must my body faint and die?
And must this soul remove?

Oh, for some guardian angel nigh,
To bear it safe above!

-6 Jesus, to thy dear faithful hand,
My naked soul I trust;

e And my flesh waits for thy command, To drop into my dust.

HYMN 29. C. M.

Devizes. [*]

Redemption by Price and Power.

1 ESUS, with all thy saints above,

o Would sound aloud thy saving love, And sing thy bleeding heart.

-2 Blest be the Lamb, my dearest Lord, Who bought me with his blood;

e And quenched his Father's flaming sword, In his own vital flood.

o 3 The Lamb, that freed my captive soul From Satan's heavy chains;

o And sent the lion down to howl,
Where hell and horror reigns.

s 4 All glory to the dying Lamb,
And never-ceasing praise;
While angels live to know his name,
Or saints to feel his grace.

HYMN 30. S. M. Newton. Kibworth. [*]
Heavenly Joy on Earth.

COME, we who love the Lord,

And let our joys be known;

Join in a song of sweet accord,

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And thus surround the throne.
2 [The sorrows of the mind
Be banished from the place!
Religion never was designed

To make our pleasures less.]

3 Let those refuse to sing,

Who never knew our God; o But favourites of the heavenly King Should speak their joys abroad.

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4 [The God that rules on high, And thunders when he please, That rides upon the stormy sky, And manages the seas,

5 This awful God is ours,

Our Father and our love;

› He shall send down his heavenly powers, To carry us above.

6 There we shall see his face,
And never-never sin ;
There, from the rivers of his grace,
Drink endless pleasures in.

7 Yes, and before we rise
To that immortal state,

The thoughts of such amazing bliss
Should constant joys create.]

8 The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;

o Celestial fruits on earthly ground,

From faith and hope may grow.

b 9 The hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.

10 Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;

o We're marching through Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high.

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HYMN 31. L. M. Sicilian. [b]

Christ's Presence makes Death easy.

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THY should we start, and fear to die?
What timorous worms we mortals are!