1 5 Now let my soul arise, 6 Should all the hosts of hell, N Christ I've all my souls desire; I His Spirit does my heart inspire With boundless wishes large and high : 2 Christ is my hope, my strength and guide; He is my soul's supreme delight. 3 Christ is the source of all my bliss, 4 Christ is my King to rule and bless, 5 Christ is my strength and portion too, Who boast the honours of their birth, Such real dignity can claim, As those who bear the christian name. 2 To them the privilege is giv'n To be the sons and heirs of heav'n; 8 If I've the honour, Lord, to be 9 So may my conduct ever prove My filial piety and love; 1 Whilst all my brethren clearly trace HYMN 13. First Part. L. M. The Father's fulness, life divine, 2 When rolling years brought on the day Thou didst our nature not disdain. 3 At God's right hand, now, Lord, thou'rt plac'd, 1 HYMN 13. Second Part. L. M. BRIGHT King of glory, dreadful God! spirits bow before thy feet; To thee we lift an humble thought, And worship at thine awful seat, 2 A thousand seraphs strong and bright Stand round the glorious Deity; But who, among the sons of light, Pretends comparison with thee? 3 Yet there is one of human frame, Jesus, array'd in flesh and blood, Thinks it no robbery, to claim 4 Their glory shines with equal beams; Distinct in persons, and in names; The Father God, and God the Son. 1 And all the nations own the Lord. HYMN 13. Third Part. L. M. Adoption. JESUS, we bless thy Father's name; 2 "Christ be my first elect," he said, 3 Thus did eternal love begin To raise us up from death and sin; 4 Predestinated to be sons; Born by degrees, but chose at once : To praise the glory of his grace. 5 With Christ our Lord, we share our part In the affections of his heart; Nor shall our souls be thence remov'd Till he forgets his first beloy'd. 1 HYMN 13. Fourth Part. S. M. BEHOLD what wondrous grace The Father has bestow'd On sinners of a mortal race, To call them sons of God! 2 'Tis no surprising thing, That we should be unknown; 3 Nor doth it yet appear How great we must be made; But when we see our Saviour there, We shall be like our head. 4 A hope so much divine May trials well endure ; May purge our souls from sense and sin, As Christ the Lord is 5 If in my Father's love, I share a filial part, pure. Send down thy Spirit, like a dove,· 6 We would no longer lie, Like slaves, beneath the throne; Our faith shall Abba, Father, cry, And thou the kindred own. HYMN 13. Fifth Part. C. M. Jesus is our Lord and Master. 1 COME, ye that love the Saviour's name, And joy to make it known, The sov'reign of your hearts proclaim, 2 Behold your Lord, your Master crown'd With glories all divine! |