4 Adoring saints around him stand, And thrones and powers before him fall; The evil of sin visible in the fall of angels and men. Wand formed all nature with a word, WHEN the great Builder arched the skies, The joyful cherubs tuned his praise, *Amongst the morning stars he sung 3 ['Twas sin that hurled him from his throne: Grovelling in fire the rebel lies: 'How art thou sunk in darkness down, 4 And thus our two first parents stood 5 [So sprung the plague from Adam's bower, 6 Tremble, my soul, and mourn for grief, 1 Complaining of spiritual sloth. ΜΥ Y drowsy powers, why sleep ye so? 2 The little ants for one poor grain Yet we who have a heaven to obtain, 3 We for whose sake all nature stands, 4 We for whom God the Son came down, How careless to secure that crown 5 Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still, Come, holy Dove, from the heavenly hill, 6 Then shall our active spirits move; 2 Infinite leagues beyond the sky HYMN 27. L. M. Praise ye him, all his angels, Psalm cxlviii. 2. 1 GOD! the eternal awful nat That the whole heavenly army fears, 2 Like flames of fire his servants are, 3 'Tis not for such poor worms as we 4 Tell how he shows his smiling face, 5 Speak (for you feel his burning love) 6 [Sing of his power and justice too, That vanquished Satan and his crew, 8 [Shout to your King, you heavenly host, Firmly ye stood when they were lost; 9 Proclaim his wonders from the skies, And while you sound his lofty praise, HYMN 28. C. M. Death and eternity. STOOP down,my thoughts, that use to rise, Converse awhile with death: 'Think how a gasping mortal lies, 2 His quivering lip hangs feebly down, Then, speechless, with a doleful groan 3 But, O the soul that never dies! 4 Up to the courts where angels dwell, 5 And must my body faint and die? 6 Jesus, to thy dear faithful hand And my flesh waits for thy command 1 HYMN 29. C. M. JESUS, with all thy saints above My tongue would bear her part, 2 Blessed be the Lamb, my dearest Lord, 3 The Lamb that freed my captive soul 1 And never-ceasing praise, While angels live to know his name, HYMN 30. S. M. [COME we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, The sorrows of the mind 2 Be banished from the place! 3 Religion never was designed That never knew our God, But favourites of the heavenly King May speak their joys abroad. 14 Jesus can make a dying bed 1 Frailty and folly. H How vast our souls' affairs! Yet senseless mortals vainly strive 2 Our days run thoughtlessly along 3 God from on high invites us home, 4 How we deserve the deepest hell, What chains of vengeance should we feel, 5 Draw us, O God, with sovereign grace, HYMN 33. C. M. The blessed society in heaven. RAISE thee, my soul, fly up, and run Through every heavenly street, And say there's nought below the sun That's worthy of thy feet. 2 [Thus will we mount on sacred wings, And tread the courts above: Nor earth, nor all her mightiest things, 3 There on a high majestic throne 4 Bright like a sun the Saviour sits, No evenings there, nor gloomy nights, 5 Amidst those ever-shining skies 6 The glorious tenants of the place 7 [But O what beams of heavenly grace 8 [Jesus, and when shall that dear day, 1 When I shall leave this house of clay, To dwell amongst them there ?] HYMN 34. C. M. Breathing after the Holy Spirit; or, Fervency of devotion desired. COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers, Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. 2 Look, how we grovel here below, 3 In vain we tune our formal songs, 4 Dear Lord! and shall we ever lie At this poor dying rate? 5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 1 HYMN 35. C. M. Praise to God for creation and redemption. ET them neglect thy glory, Lord, But our loud songs shall still record 2 We raise our shouts, O God, to thee, 3 'Twas he, (and we 'll adore his name,) "Tis he restores our ruined frame; Salvation to the Lord! 4 Hosanna! let the earth and skies 1 2 3 Repeat the joyful sound, Rocks, hills, and vales reflect the voice In one eternal round. IT IFT up your eyes to the heavenly seats Kind Intercessor, there he sits, 2 'Twas well, my soul, he died for thee, Appeased stern justice on the tree, 3 Petitions now, and praise may rise, 4 [Let papists trust what names they please, Their saints and angels boast; We 've no such advocates as these, 15 Jesus alone shall bear my cries 6 [Ten thousand praises to the King, Ten thousand thanks our spirits bring HYMN 38. C. M Love to God. H Where love inspires the breast: "APPY the heart where graces reign, Love is the brightest of the train, 2 Knowledge, alas! 'tis all in vain, Our stubborn sins will fight and reign 3 'Tis love that makes our cheerful feet The devils know, and tremble too, 4 This is the grace that lives and sings 5 Before we quite forsake our clay, HYMN 39. C. M. The shortness and misery of life. OUR days, alas! our mortal days Are short and wretched too; 2 'Tis but at best a narrow bound That heaven allows to men, And pains and sins run through the round 3 Well, if ye must be sad and few, 4 Let heavenly love prepare my soul, Where years of long salvation roll, And glory never dies. HYMN 40. C. M. Our comfort in the covenant made with Christ. UR God, how firm his promise stands, He trusts in our Redeemer's bands His glory and his grace. 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 lived, I praise his name for grace received, HYMN 41. L. M. A sight of God mortifies us to the world. P to the fields where angels lie, [U And living waters gently roll, Fain would my thoughts leap out and fly, 2 Thy wondrous blood. dear dying Christ, Gen. xlvii. 9. 3 O might I once mount up and see 4 Had I a glance of thee, my God, 5 Then they might fight, and rage, and rave, Let me but view thy lovely face, HYMN 42. C. M. Delight in God. L Y God, what endless pleasures dwell MAbove, at thy right hand! The courts below, how amiable, 2 The swallow near thy temple lies, The lark mounts upwards to thy skies, 3 And we, when in thy presence, Lord, 4 While Jesus shines with quickening grace, 5 [Just as we see the lonesome dove Wandering she flies through 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, HYMN 43. L. M. Christ's sufferings and glory. NOW for a tune of lofty praise To great Jehovah's equal Son! 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, How swift and joyful was his flight On wings of everlasting love! 3 [Down to this base, this sinful earth He came to raise our nature high; He came to atone almighty wrath; Jesus the God was born to die.] 4 [Hell and its lions roared around, His precious blood the monsters spilt, While weighty sorrows pressed him down, Large as the loads of all our guilt.] 5 Deep in the shades of gloomy death The Almighty Captive prisoner lay; The Almighty Captive left the earth, And rose to everlasting day. 6 Lift up your eyes, ye sons of light, Up to his throne of shining grace, See what immortal glories sit Round the sweet beauties of his face. 7 Amongst a thousand harps and songs Jesus the God exalted reigns, 1 His sacred name fills all their tongues. And echoes through the heavenly plains! HYMN 44. L. M. Hell; or, The vengeance of God. WITH holy fear and humble song, The dreadful God our souls adore; Reverence and awe becomes the tongue 6 Tremble, my soul, and kiss the Son; THY HYMN 45. L. M. God's condescension to our worship. 3 Great God, what poor returns we pay HYMN 46. L. M. God's condescension to human affairs. P to the Lord that reigns on high, And views the nations from afar, Let everlasting praises fly, And tell how large his bounties are. 2 [He that can shake the worlds he made, 3 [God, that must stoop to view the skies, He hears us in the mournful hour, 6 In vain might lofty princes try 7 O could our thankful hearts devise 1 To the third heaven our songs should rise, And teach the golden harps thy praise. HYMN 47. L. M. Glory and grace in the person of Christ. OW to the Lord a noble song! NOW Hosanna to the Eternal name, And all his boundless love proclaim. 2 See where it shines in Jesus' face, 5 Grace, 'tis a sweet, a charming theme; 1 HYMN 48. C. M. Love to the creatures is dangerous. HOW vain are all things here below! How false, and yet how fair! 2 The brightest things below the sky We should suspect some danger nigh 3 Our dearest joys, and nearest friends, 4 The fondness of a creature's love, 5 Dear Saviour, let thy beauties be And grace command my heart away HYMN 49. C. M. Moses dying in the embraces of God. EATH cannot make our souls afraid, Dif God be with us there; We may walk through her darkest shade, And never yield to fear. 2 I could renounce my all below, And run if I were called to go, 3 Might I but climb to Pisgah's top, 4 Clasped in my heavenly Father's arms, And lose my life among the charms HYMN 50. L. M. Comfort under sorrows and pains. IN And show my name upon his heart, OW let the Lord my Saviour smile, 14 My name is printed on his breast; 3 Yet why, my soul, why these complaints? 1 Still while he frowns his bowels move; Still on his heart he bears his saints, And feels their sorrows and his love. 1 HYMN 51. L. M. God the Son equal with the Father. Bour spirits bow before thy seat, RIGHT King of glory, dreadful God! To thee we lift an humble thought, 2 [Thy power hath formed, thy wisdom sways, And vengeance waits thy dread command.] 4 A thousand seraphs strong and bright Stand round the glorious Deity; But who amongst the sons of light Pretends comparison with thee? 5 Yet there is one of human frame, Jesus, arrayed in flesh and blood, Thinks it no robbery to claim A full equality with God. 6 Their glory shines with equal beams; Their essence is for ever one, Though they are known by different names, 7 Then let the name of Christ our King 1 And all the nations own their Lord. HYMN 52. C. M. Death dreadful or delightful. To those that have no God, 2 In vain to heaven she lifts her eyes, Still drags her downward from the skies 3 Awake and mourn, ye heirs of hell, You inust be driven from earth, and dwell A long for-ever there. 4 See how the pit gapes wide for you, And flashes in your face; And thou, my soul, look downwards too, 5 He is a God of sovereign love 6 Prepare me, Lord, for thy right hand, Come, death, and some celestial band HYMN 53. C. M. The pilgrimage of the saints; or, Earth and heaven. ORD! what a wretched land is this No cheering fruits, no wholesome trees, |