V. Dear Sov'reign, break these vital strings HYMN VI. L. M. The Eternity of God, and Man's Mortality. I. ORD, thou hast been thy children's L° God, All-powerful, wise, and good, and just, In every age their safe abode, Their hope, their refuge, and their trust. II. Before thy word gave nature birth, III. Great Father of Eternity, How short are ages in thy sight! IV. Uncertain life how soon it flies! Dream of an hour, how short our bloom! Like spring's gay verdure now we rise, Cut down ere night to fill the tomb. 釁 V. Teach us to count our short'ning days, VI. O make our sacred pleasures rise VII. [Let thy Almighty work appear With power and evidence divine; And may the bliss thy servants share, Continued to thy children shine! VIII. Thy glorious image fair imprest, "STAN HYMN VII. C. M. Sun stand thou still. I. TAND still, refulgent orb of day." So shall, at last, an angel say, And tear it from the skies. II. A flame intenser than the sun, Shall melt his golden urn; Time's empty glass no more shall run, III. Then with immortal splendor bright, IV. His mortal triumph then complete, V. Unceasing flows the mortal tide; If thou, O LORD, our guard and guide, VI. Then, sun of nature! roll along, HYMN VIII. C. M. Mercy and Truth. I. THEN first the GoD of boundless grace WHEN To rescue our apostate race II. Quick, through the realms of light and bliss, The joyful tidings ran; Each heart exulted at the news, That GOD would dwell with man. III. Yet 'midst their joys they paus'd awhile, And ask'd with strange surprise: "But how can injured justice smile, "Or look with pitying eyes? IV. ["Will the Almighty deign again V. "Their tears, & groans, & deep distress, "Aloud for mercy call; "But, ah! must truth and righteousness "To mercy victims fall? VI. So spake the friends of GoD and man, Eager to know the wond'rous plan, VII. The Son of GoD attentive heard, VIII. "Behold! my vital blood I pour, "A sacrifice to GoD: "Let angry justice now no more "Demand the sinner's blood." IX. He spake, and Heaven's high arches rung, HYMN IX. L. M. Providence. L THY ways, O LORD, with wise design, Are fram'd upon thy throne above, And every dark or bending line, Meets in the centre of thy love. II. With feeble light, and half obscure, III. Thy flock, thy own peculiar care, |