We claim some kindred with the skies,
And join th' angelic songs.

4 Let grovelling beasts of every shape
And fowls of every wing,

And rocks, and trees, and fires, and seas,
Their various tribute bring.

5 Ye planets, to his honour shine,
And wheels of nature roll;
Praise him in your unwearied course,
Around the steady pole.

6 The brightness of our Maker's Name
The wide creation fills;
And his unbounded grandeur flies
Beyond the heavenly hills.

HYMN 72. C. M. Sunday. [*]

Lord's Day; or, Resurrection of Christ.

• 1 B Beheld our rising God

LEST morning, whose young dawning rays

That saw him triumph o'er the dust,

And leave his last abode.

p 2 In the cold prison of a tomb,
The great Redeemer lay-

-Till the revolving skies had brought
The third-th' appointed day.

d 3 Hell and the grave unite their force,
To hold our God in vain:

o The sleeping Conqueror arose,

And burst their feeble chain.

e 4 To thy great Name, almighty Lord, These sacred hours we pay;

o And loud Hosannas shall proclaim The triumph of the day.

8 5 Salvation, and immortal praise, To our victorious King;

Let heaven and earth, and rocks and seas,

With glad Hosannas ring.

HYMN 73. C. M. Mear. [*]

Doubts scattered: Joys restored.

Hand leave me to my joys;

ENCE from my soul, sad thoughts, be gone,

o My tongue shall triumph in my God,

And make a joyful noise.

p 2 Darkness and doubts had veiled my mind,
And drowned my head in tears;
-Till sovereign grace, with shining rays,
Dispelled my gloomy fears.

o 3 Oh, what immortal joys I felt,
And raptures all divine,-
When Jesus told me I was his,
And my Beloved mine!

-4 In vain the tempter frights my soul,
And breaks my peace in vain;

e

One glimpse, dear Saviour, of thy face
Revives my joys again.

HYMN 74. S. M.

Guilford. [b]

Ingratitude to Divine Goodness. 'S this the kind return!

Are these the thanks we owe!

Thus to abuse eternal Love,

Whence all our blessings flow!

e 2 To what a stubborn frame
Has sin reduced our mind!
What strange, rebellious wretches we,
And God as strangely kind!

3 (On us he bids the sun
Shed his reviving rays;

For us the skies their circles run,
To lengthen out our days.)

4 The brutes obey their God,

And bow their necks to men;

But we, more base, more brutish things,
Reject his easy reign.

d 5 Turn, turn us, mighty God,
And mould our souls afresh;

Break, sovereign grace, these hearts of stone,
And give us hearts of flesh.

p 6 Let past ingratitude

Provoke our weeping eyes;

-And hourly, as new mercies fall,
Let hourly thanks arise.

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HYMN 75. C. M. St. Ann's. [*]
The beatific Vision of Christ,

ROM thee, my God, my joys shall rise,
And run eternal rounds.

g 3 There, where my blessed Jesus reigns, In heaven's unmeasured space,

I'll spend a long eternity,

In pleasure and in praise.

4 Millions of years, my wondering eyes
Shall o'er thy beauties rove;
And endless ages I'll adore

The glories of thy love.

5 Sweet Jesus, every smile of thine
Shall fresh endearments bring;
And thousand tastes of new delight,
From all thy graces spring.

o 6 Haste, my Beloved, fetch my soul
Up to thy blest abode;

u Fly, for my spirit longs to see

My Saviour, and my God.]

HYMN 76. C. M. Mitcham. Sunday. [*]

1

Resurrection and Ascension of Christ.

OSANNA to the Prince of light,

H who clothed himself in clay

Entered the iron gates of death,

And tore the bars away.

2 Death is no more the king of dread,
Since our Emmanuel rose;

He took the tyrant's sting away,
And spoiled our hellish foes.

3 See how the Conqueror mounts aloft,

And to his Father flies,

With scars of honour in his flesh,

And triumph in his eyes.

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4 There our exalted Saviour reigns, And scatters blessings down;

Our Jesus fills the middle seat

Of the celestial throne.

5 (Raise your devotion, mortal tongues, To reach his blest abode;

3

Sweet be the accents of your songs

To our incarnate God. M

6 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings,
Your sweetest voices raise;

Let heaven, and all created things,
Sound our Emmanuel's praise.)

HYMN 77. L. M. Leeds. Blendon. [*]
The Christian Warfare.

• 1 STAND up, my soul, shake off thy fears, And gird the gospel armour on;

March to the gates of endless joy, Where thy great Captain Saviour's gone. -2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course; o But hell and sin are vanquished foes: o Thy Jesus nailed them to the cross,

And sung the triumph-when he rose.

e 3 (What though the prince of darkness rage,
And waste the fury of his spite?

d Eternal chains confine him down
To fiery deeps and endless night.
e 4 What though thine inward lust rebel?
'Tis but a struggling gasp for life;
-The weapons of victorious grace
Shall slay thy sins, and end the strife.)
o 5 Then let my soul march boldly on,
Press forward to the heavenly gate;
o There peace and joy eternal reign,
And glittering robes for conquerors wait.
s 6 There shall I wear a starry crown,
And triumph in almighty grace;

While all the armies of the skies
Join in my glorious Leader's praise.

HYMN 78. C. M. Canterbury. [*]
Redemption by Christ.

1 W Rebelled against their God,

THEN the first parents of our race

And the infection of their sin

Had tainted all our blood;

2 Infinite pity touched the heart
Of the eternal Son;

Descending from the heavenly court,
He left his Father's throne.

3 Aside the Prince of glory threw

His most divine array;

And wrapped his Godhead in a veil
Of our inferior clay.

4 His living power, and dying love
Redeemed unhappy men!

And raised the ruins of our race
To life and God again.

5. To thee, dear Lord, our flesh and soul
We joyfully resign;

Blest Jesus, take us for thy own,—

For we are doubly thine.

6 Thy honour shall forever be

The business of our days; Forever shall our thankful tongues Speak thy deserved praise.]

HYMN 79. C. M. Sunday. Christme [*]

p 1

Praise to the Redeemer.

PLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair,

We wretched sinners lay

Without one cheerful beam of hope,

Or spark of glimmering day!

a 2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace Beheld our helpless grief;

o He saw-and (O amazing love!)

He ran to our relief.

3 Down from the shining seats above, With joyful haste he fled,

e Entered the grave in mortal flesh, And dwelt among the dead.

o 4 He spoiled the powers of darkness thus,
And brake our iron chains;

Jesus has freed our captive souls
From everlasting pains.

5 [In vain the baffled prince of heil
His cursed projects tries;

We, who were doomed his endless slave.'
Are raised above the skies.]

8 6 Oh, for this love let rocks and hills

Their lasting silence break;

And all harmonious human tongues
The Saviour's praises speak.