2 Hark, how he groans! while Nature shakes
And Earth's strong pillars bend!
The Temple's veil in sunder breaks,
The solid marbles rend.
3 "Tis done! the precious ransom's paid
"Receive my soul," he cries!
See where he bows his sacred head!
He bows his head-and dies!
4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain And in full glory shine;
O Lamb of God! was ever pain,
Was ever love like thine ?
HYMN 207. (c. M.)
Praise to the Trinity.
ATHER of Glory! to thy name
Immortal praise we give;
Who dost an act of grace proclaim,
And bid us, rebels, live.
2 Immortal honour to the Son,
Who makes thine anger cease;
Our lives he ransom'd with his own,
And died to make our peace.
3 To thy Almighty Spirit be
Immortal glory given,
Whose influence brings us near to thee,
And trains us up for heaven.
4 Let men, with their united voice,
Adore th' Eternal God,
And spread his honors and their joys
Through nations far abroad.
HYMN 208. (c. M.)
The Lord our Righteousness. ATHER, I sing thy wondrous grace, I bless my Saviour's name;
He bought salvation for the poor,
And bore the sinner's shame.
2 His deep distress has raised us high;
His duty and his zeal
Fulfilled the law which mortals broke,
And finished all thy will.
3 Let heaven and all who dwell on high
To God their voices raise;
While lands and seas assist the sky,
And join t'advance the praise.
4 Zion is thine, Most Holy God;
Thy Son shall bless her gates;
And glory, purchased by his blood,
For thine own Israel waits.
HYMN 209. (C. M.)
Intercession for our Country.
HINE, mighty God, on Britain shine,
With beams of heavenly grace;
Reveal thy power through all our coasts,
And shew thy smiling face.
2 Amidst our Isle, exalted high,
Do thou our glory stand,
And like a wall of guardian fire,
Surround this favour'd land.
3 When shall thy Name from shore to shore, Sound all the earth abroad,
And distant nations know and love
Their Saviour and their God.
4 Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands,
Sing loud with solemn voice;
While British tongues exalt his praise,
And British hearts rejoice.
HYMN 210. (L. M.)
Christ our pattern.
My dear Redeemer, and my Lord,
I read my duty in thy word,
But in thy life the law appears,
Drawn out in living characters.
2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal,
Such def'rence to thy Father's will,
Such love, and meekness so divine,
I would transcribe, and make them mine.
3 Cold mountains, and the midnight air,
Witness'd the fervour of thy prayer;
The desert thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict and thy victory too.
4 Be thou my pattern; make me bear
More of thy gracious image here;
Then God the Judge shall own my name,
Amongst the followers of the Lamb.
EING of Beings, God of Love,
To thee our hearts we raise;
Thine all-sustaining power we prove,
And gladly sing thy praise.
2 Thine, wholly thine, we pray to be,
Our sacrifice receive;
Made, and preserv'd, and sav'd by Thee,
To Thee ourselves we give.
3 Come, Holy Ghost, the Saviour's love
Shed in our hearts abroad;
So shall we ever live and move,
And be with Christ, in God.
HYMN 212. (C. M.)
"The Lord is good to all."
WEET is the memory of thy grace,
My God, my heavenly King;
Let age to age thy righteousness
In hymns of glory sing.
2 God reigns on high, but not confines
His goodness to the skies;
Through the whole earth his bounty shines,
And every want supplies.
3 How kind are thy compassions, Lord!
How slow thy terrors move!
How swift to send thy pard'ning word,
And cheer the soul with love.
4 Creatures with all their endless race,
Thy power, thy praise proclaim;
May we, who taste thy richest grace,
Delight to bless thy name.
HYMN 213. (L. M.)
Conformity to Christ.
JESUS, my Saviour, let me be
More perfectly conform'd to Thee;
Implant each grace, each sin dethrone,
And form my temper like thine own.
2 My foe, when hungry, let me feed,
Share in his grief, supply his need;
The haughty frown may I not fear,
But with a lowly meekness bear.
3 Let the envenom'd heart and tongue,
The hand outstretch'd to do me wrong,
Excite no feelings in my breast,
But such as Jesus once express'd.
4 To others let me always give
What I from others would receive;
Good deeds for evil ones return,
Nor, when provok'd, with anger burn.
5 This will proclaim how bright and fair
The precepts of the Gospel are;
And God himself, the God of Love,
His own resemblance will approve.
HYMN 214. (P. M.)
Compassion for the Heathen.
CHRISTIANS, the glorious hope we know
Which soothes the heart in every woe,
While heathens, helpless, hopeless lie,
No ray of glory meets their eye:
O give to their desiring sight
The hope that Jesus brought to light.
2 Christians, ye taste the heavenly grace,
Which cheers believers in their race;
Uncheer'd by grace, thro' heathen gloom,
See millions hastening to the tomb:
To heathen lands that grace convey,
Which trains the soul for endless day.
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