HYMN LVI. L. M.
1 Go, worship at Immanuel's feet;
See, in his face what wonders meet!
Earth is too narrow, to express
His worth, his glory, or his grace.
2 The whole creation can afford
But some faint shadows of our Lord;
Nature, to make his beauties known,
Must mingle colors not her own.
3 Is he compar'd to wine or bread?
O Lord our souls would thus be fed:
That Flesh, that dying Blood of thine
Is Bread of Life, is heav'nly Wine.
4 He is our Rock: how firm he proves ! The Rock of ages never moves;
Yet the sweet streams, that from him flow,
Attend us all the desert through.
5 He is our Sun: his beams are Grace,
His course is Joy and Righteousness;
Nations rejoice, when he appears
To chase their clouds, and dry their tears.
60 may we climb those higher skies,
Where storms and darkness never rise;
There he displays his pow'rs abroad,
And shines, and reigns th' Incarnate God.
7 Not earth, nor seas, nor sun, nor stars,
Nor heav'n his full resemblance bears;
His beauties we can never trace,
Till we behold him face to face.
HYMN LVII. C. M.
1 When I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,
I bid farewell to ev'ry fear,
And dry my weeping eyes.
2 Let cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall;
May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my Heav'n, my All!
3 There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heav'nly rest;
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.
1 All hail the great Redeemer's name Let Angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him Lord of all.
2 Ye heaven-born Seraphs, tune the lyre,
And, as ye sound it fall
Before his face, who tunes your choir,
And crown him Lord of all.
3. Ye blessed seed of Israel's race,
Ye ransom'd from the fall,
Praise him who saves you by his grace,
And crown him Lord of all.
4 Let every tribe and every tongue
Obey his gracious call,
To join the universal song,
And crown him Lord of all.
HYMN LIX. C. M.
1 Thee we adore, eternal name,
And humbly own to thee,
How feeble is our mortal frame,
What dying worms we be.
2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still,
As months and days increase;
And ev'ry beating pulse we tell
Leaves but the number less.
3 The year rolls round, and steals away The breath that first it gave;
Whate'er we do, where'er we be,
We're travelling to the grave.
4 Dangers stand thick thro' all the ground,
To push us to the tomb;
And fierce diseases wait around,
To hurry mortals home.
5 Great God, on what a slender thread,
Hang everlasting things!
Th' eternal states of all the dead
Upon life's feeble strings.
6 Infinite joy, or endless woe,
Attends on ev'ry breath;
And yet how unconcern'd we go
Upon the brink of death!
7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense,
To walk this dang'rous road,
And, if our souls be hurried hence:
May they be found with God!
HYMN LX. C. M.
1 He is a God of sov'reign love,
That promis'd heav'n to me;
And taught my thoughts to soar above,
Where happy Spirits be.
2 Prepare me, Lord, for thy right hand
Then come the joyful day;
Come, Death, and some celestial band,
To bear my soul away.
3 Then, my Redeemer, take my soul
Up to thy blest abode ;
That, face to face, I may behold
My Saviour and my God.
HYMN LXI. C. M.
1 And let this feeble body fail,
And let it faint, and die
My soul shall quit this mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high:
2 Shall join the disembodied saints;
And find it's long-sought rest,
That only bliss for which it pants,
In the Redeemer's breast.
3 In hopes of that immortal Crown,
I now the Cross sustain ;
And gladly wander up and down,
And smile at toil and pain.
4 I suffer on my threescore years,
Till my Deliv❜rer come,
And wipe away his servant's tears,
And take his exile home.
5 0 what hath Jesus bought for me! Before my ravish'd eyes,
Rivers of Life divine I see,
And trees of Paradise.
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