HYMN 38. C. M York. [*]

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Love to God.

[APPY the heart where graces reign Where love inspires the breast: Love is the brightest of the train,

And strengthens all the rest.

e 2 Knowledge, alas! 'tis all in vain,
And all in vain our fear;

Our stubborn sins will fight and reign,
If love be absent there.

o 3 'Tis love that makes our cheerful feet
Jn swift obedience move;

e The devils know, and tremble too,—
But Satan cannot love.

o 4 This is the grace that lives, and sings,
When faith and hope will cease;
'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings
In the sweet realms of bliss.

5 Before we quite forsake our clay,
Or leave this dark abode,

The wings of love bear us away,
To see our smiling God.

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HYMN 39. C. M. Canterbury. [b]
The Shortness and Misery of Life.

OUR days, alas! our mortal days

Are short, and wretched too:
Evil and few, the patriarch says,
And well the patriarch knew.]

e 2 'Tis but at best a narrow bound,
That heaven allows to men,

And pains and sins run through the round Of threescore years and ten.

o 3 Well, if ye must be sad and few,
Run on my days in haste;

Moments of sin, and months of wo,
Ye cannot fly too fast.

4 Let heavenly love prepare my soul,
And call her to the skies,-

• Where years of long salvation roll, And glory never dies.

HYMN 40. C. M. Abridge. [*] Comfort in the Covenant with Christ.

OUR God, how firm his promise stands,

E'en when he hides his face;

He trusts in our Redeemer's hands

His glory, and his grace.

e 2 Then why, my soul, these sad complaints, Since Christ and we are one?

-Thy God is faithful to his saints-

Is faithful to his Son.

3 Beneath his smiles my heart has liv'd, And part of heaven possess'd:

. I praise his Name for grace receiv'd, And trust him for the rest.

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HYMN 41. L. M. Castle-Street. [*]
A Sight of God mortifies us to the World.
[P to the fields where angels lie,

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And living waters gently roll,
Fain would my thoughts leap out and fly,—
But sin hangs heavy on my soul.

2 Thy wondrous blood, dear dying Christ
Can make this world of guilt remove;
And thou canst bear me where thou fly'st,
On thy kind wings, celestial Dove.]
3 O might I once mount up, and see
The glories of th' eternal skies,-
What little things these worlds would be!
How despicable to my eyes!

4 Had I a glance of thee, my God,
Kingdoms and men would vanish soon ;-
Vanish, as though I saw them not;

As a dim candle dies at noon.

d 5 Then they might fight, and rage, and rave;
I should perceive the noise no more,
Than we can hear a shaking leaf,
While rattling thunders round us roar.
6 Great All in All, eternal King,
Let me but view thy lovely face;-
And all my powers shall bow, and sing
Thine endless grandeur, and thy grace.

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HYMN 42. C. M. Tunbridge. [b]
Delight in God.

MY

Y God, what endless pleasures dwell
Above, at thy right hand!

Thy courts below, how amiable,
Where all thy graces stand!

o 2 The swallow near thy temple lies, And chirps a cheerful note:

The lark mounts upward tow'rd the skies,
And tunes her warbling throat.

3 And we, when in thy presence, Lord,
We shout with cheerful tongues:
Or sitting round our Father's board,
We crown the feast with songs.

4 While Jesus shines with quick'ning grace, We sing, and mount on high;

p But if a frown becloud his face,
We faint, and tire, and die.

5 Just as we see the lonesome dove
Bemoan her widow'd state:
Wand'ring she flies thro' all the grove,
And mourns her loving mate:

6 Just so our thoughts, from thing to thing, In restless circles rove;

Just so we droop, and hang the wing,
When Jesus hides his love.]

HYMN 43. L. M. Sheffield. Leeds. [*]
Christ's Sufferings and Glory.

NOW for a tune of lofty praise,

To great Jehovah's equal Son! o Awake, my voice, in heavenly lays, Tell the loud wonders he hath done.

2 Sing, how he left the worlds of light,
And the bright robes he wore above;
u How swift and joyful was the flight,
On wings of everlasting love.

e 3 (Down to this base, this sinful earth,
He came, to raise our nature high;
p He came, t' atone almighty wrath':-
Jesus, the God, was born to die.)

e 4 [Hell and its lions roar'd around;
His precious blood the monsters spilt;
While weighty sorrows press'd him down,
Large as the loads of all our guilt.]

a 5 Deep in the shades of gloomy death,
Th' almighty, captive Pris'ner lay;
o Th' almighty Captive left the earth,
And rose to everlasting day

o 6 Lift up your eyes, ye sons of light, Up to this throne of shining grace; See what immortal glories sit

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Round the sweet beauties of his face.
7 Amongst a thousand harps and songs,
Jesus, the God, exalted reigns;

His sacred name fills all their tongues,
And echoes through the heavenly plains!

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HYMN 44. L. M. Pleyel's. [b]
Hell or the Vengeance of God.
7ITH holy fear, and humble song,
The dreadful God our souls adore;
Rev'rence and awe become the tongue,
That speaks the terrours of his power.
2 Far in the deep, where darkness dwells,
The land of horrour and despair,-
Justice has built a dismal hell,

And laid her stores of vengeance there.
3 (Eternal plagues and heavy chains,
Tormenting racks and fiery coals,-
And darts, t' inflict immortal pains,
Dy'd in the blood of damned souls.
4 There Satan, the first sinner, lies,
And roars, and bites his iron bands;
In vain the rebel strives to rise,
Crush'd with the weight of both thy hands.)
5 There guilty ghosts of Adam's race
Shriek out, and how! beneath thy rod:
Once they could scorn a Saviour's grace,
But they incens'd a dreadful God.

6 Tremble, my soul, and kiss the Son:
Sinner, obey thy Saviour's call
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Else your damnation hastens on,
And hell gapes wide to wait your fall.]

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HYMN 45. L. M. Nantwich. [*]
God's Condescension to our Worship.

THY
HY favours, Lord, surprise our souls:

Will the ETERNAL dwell with us!
What carrst thou find beneath the poles,
To tempt thy chariot downward thus ?
-2 Still might he fill his starry throne,
And please his ears with Gabriel's songs;

But heavenly Majesty comes down,
And bows to hearken to our tongues.
e 3 Great God! what poor returns we pay,
For love so infinite as thine:

Words are but air, and tongues but clay,
But thy compassion's all divine.

HYMN 46. L. M. Weldon. Portugal. [*] God's Condescension to human Affairs.

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[P to the Lord, who reigns on high,

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And views the nations from afar, o Let everlasting praises fly,

And tell how large his bounties are.

p 2 [He, who can shake the worlds he made,
Or with his word, or with his rod,-
His goodness, how amazing great!
And what a condescending God!]

e 3 God, who must stoop to view the skies,
And bow to see what angels do-
Down to the earth he casts his eyes,
And bends his footsteps downward too.
-4 He overrules all mortal things,
And manages our mean affairs:
On humble souls the King of kings
Bestows his counsels, and his cares.
e 5 Our sorrows and our tears we pour
Into the bosom of our God;

He hears us in the mournful hour,
And helps to bear the heavy load.
-6 In vain might lofty princes try
Such condescension to perform;
For worms were never rais'd so high,
Above their meanest fellow-worm.

o 7 Oh! could our thankful hearts devise
A tribute equal to thy grace-

o To the third heaven our songs should rise,
And teach the golden harps thy praise.
HYMN 47. L. M. Green's. Nantwich
Glory and Grace in the Person of Christ.
NOW to the Lord a noble song!

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Awake, my soul; awake, my tongue Hosanna to th' Eternal Name,

u And all his boundless love prociaim.