But death fhall land our weary fouls 4 There fhall we fit, and fing, and tell Till heavenly raptures fire our hearts, 5 Forever his dear facred name HYMN LXXXVII. Common Metre. [*] The divine glories above our comprehenfion. 1 OW wondrous great, how glorious bright HOW Who dwells amidst the dazzling light 2 Our foaring fpirits upward rife Tow'rd the celeftial throne: Fain would we fee the bleffed THREE, 3 Our reafon ftretches all its wings, 4 [Lord, here we bend our humble fouls, For the weak pinions of our minds 5 Thy glories infinitely rife Ábove our labouring tongue; In vain the higheft feraph tries To form an equal fong. 6 [In humble notes our faith adores The great myfterious King, While angels ftrain their nobler powers, HYMN LXXXVIII. Common Metre. [*] SALV Salvation. ALVATION! oh, the joyful found! A fovereign balm for every wound, A cordial for our fears. 2 Bury'd in forrow, and in fin, The fpacious earth around, HYMN LXXXIX. Common Metre. [ 1 HOSAN Chrift's victory over Satan. OSANNA to our conquering King! His troops rufh headlong down to hell, 2 There bound in chains the lions roar, But heavy bars confine their power 3 Hofanna to our conquering King! Ten thoufand fongs and glories wait 4 Thy victories, and thy deathlefs fame, 1 The triumph thou haft won. HYMN XC. Common Metre. [b] Faith in Chrift for pardon and fanctification. HOW fad our flate by nature is! Our fin, how deep it ftains! And Satan binds our captive minds 2 But there's a voice of fovereign grace 3 My foul obeys th' Almighty call, I would believe thy promife, Lord; 4 To the dear fountain of thy blood, Here let me wash my spotted foul 5 Stretch out thine arm, victorious King, Drive the old dragon from his feat, 6 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, Be thou my ftrength, and righteousness, HYMN XCI. Common Metre. [*] Он H, the delights, the heavenly joys, Where Jefus fheds the brightest beams 2 Sweet majefly and awful love Bend their bright fceptres down; 4 Archangels found his lofty praise 5 Thofe foft, thofe bleffed feet of his, High on a throne of light they stand, 6 His head, the dear majestic head, 7 This is the Man, th' exalted Man, But, when our eyes behold his face, 8 [Lord! how our fouls are all on fire Our tongues rejoice in tunes of praise 9 And while our faith enjoys the fight, And with thy fiery chariots, Lord, HYMN XCII. Common Metre. [*] The church faved, and her enemies disappointed; or, 1 SHO deliverance from treafon. HOUT to the Lord, and let our joys Ye western skies, refound the noise 2 Thee, mighty God, our fouls admire; And join with the celeftial choir, 3 Thy power the whole creation rules, Sits fmiling at the weak defigns 4 Thy fcorn derides their feeble rage, Flings vaft confufion on their plots, 5 [Their fecret fires in caverns lay, But gloomy caverns ftrove in vain 6 Their dark defigns were all reveal'd; Praise to the Lord, who broke the fnare 7 In vain the bufy fons of hell Still new rebellions try; Their fouls fhall pine with envious rage, 8 Almighty grace defends our land From their malicious power : 1 HYMN XCIII. Short Metre. God all, and in all. Pfalm lxxiii. 25. MY God, my life, my love, I cannot live if thou remove, For thou art all in all. 2 [Thy fhining grace can cheer 3 4 5 6 7 8 1 [The fmilings of thy face, 'Tis heaven to reft in thine embrace, And no where elfe but there.] [To thee, and thee alone, The angels owe their blifs; They fit around thy gracious throne, [Not all the harps above Can make a heavenly place, If God his refidence remove, Or but conceal his face.] Nor earth, nor all the sky, Can one delight afford; No, not a drop of real joy, Without thy prefence, Lord. [To thee my fpirits fly, With infinite defire; And yet how far from thee I lie! Dear Jefus, raise me higher.] HYMN XCIV. Common Metre. [*] God my only happiness. Pfalm lxxiii. 25. I've none but thee in heaven above, 2 [What empty things are all the fkies, |