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HYMN 29. C. M.
Redemption by price and power.

JESUS, with all thy saints above

My tongue would bear her part,
Would sound aloud thy saving love,
And sing thy bleeding heart.

2 Blessed be the Lamb, my dearest Lord,
Who bought me with his blood,
And quenched his Father's flaming sword
In his own vital flood:

3 The Lamb that freed my captive soul
From Satan's heavy chains,
And sent the lion down to howl
Where hell and horror reigns.
4 All glory to the dying Lamb,

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And never-ceasing praise,

While angels live to know his name,
Or saints to feel his grace.

HYMN 30. S. M.
Heavenly joy on earth.

[COME

we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known;

Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.

The sorrows of the mind

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Be banished from the place!

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Religion never was designed
To make our pleasures less.]
Let those refuse to sing

That never knew our God,

But favourites of the heavenly King

May speak their joys abroad.

14 Jesus can make a dying bed
Feel soft as downy pillows are,
While on his breast I lean my head,
And breathe my life out sweetly there.
HYMN 32. C. M.

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Frailty and folly.

H How vast our souls' affairs!
OW short and hasty is our life!

Yet senseless mortals vainly strive
To lavish out their years.

2 Our days run thoughtlessly along
Without a moment's stay;
Just like a story or a song
We pass our lives away.

3 God from on high invites us home,
But we march heedless on,
And ever hastening to the tomb,
Stoop downwards as we run.

4 How we deserve the deepest hell,
That slight the joys above!

What chains of vengeance should we feel,
That break such cords of love!

5 Draw us, O God, with sovereign grace,
And lift our thoughts on high,
That we may end this mortal race,
And see salvation nigh.

HYMN 33. C. M.

The blessed society in heaven.

RAISE thee, my soul, fly up, and run

Through every heavenly street, And say there's nought below the sun That's worthy of thy feet.

2 [Thus will we mount on sacred wings, And tread the courts above:

Nor earth, nor all her mightiest things,
Shall tempt our meanest love.]

3 There on a high majestic throne
The Almighty Father reigns,
And sheds his glorious goodness down
On all the blissful plains.

4 Bright like a sun the Saviour sits,
And spreads eternal noon,

No evenings there, nor gloomy nights,
To want the feeble moon.

5 Amidst those ever-shining skies
Behold the sacred Dove,
While banished sin and sorrow flies
From all the realms of love.

6 The glorious tenants of the place
Stand bending round the throne:
And saints and seraphs sing and praise
The infinite Three One.

7 [But O what beams of heavenly grace
Transport them all the while!
Ten thousand smiles from Jesus' face,
And love in every smile!]

8 [Jesus, and when shall that dear day,
That joyful hour appear,

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When I shall leave this house of clay, To dwell amongst them there ?]

HYMN 34. C. M.

Breathing after the Holy Spirit; or, Fervency of devotion desired.

COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,

With all thy quickening powers, Kindle a flame of sacred love

In these cold hearts of ours.

2 Look, how we grovel here below,
Fond of these trifling toys;
Our souls can neither fly nor go
To reach eternal joys.

3 In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise;
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.

4 Dear Lord! and shall we ever lie

At this poor dying rate?
Our love so faint, so cold to thee,
And thine to us so great?

5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quickening powers:
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.

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HYMN 35. C. M.

Praise to God for creation and redemption.

ET them neglect thy glory, Lord,
Who never knew thy grace,

But our loud songs shall still record
The wonders of thy praise.

2 We raise our shouts, O God, to thee,
And send them to thy throne,
All glory to the united "Three,
The undivided One.

3 'Twas he, (and we 'll adore his name,)
That formed us by a word,

"Tis he restores our ruined frame; Salvation to the Lord!

4 Hosanna! let the earth and skies

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Repeat the joyful sound,

Rocks, hills, and vales reflect the voice In one eternal round.

IT IFT up your eyes to the heavenly seats
Where your Redeemer stays;

Kind Intercessor, there he sits,
And loves, and pleads, and prays.

2 'Twas well, my soul, he died for thee,
And shed his vital blood,

Appeased stern justice on the tree,
And then arose to God.

3 Petitions now, and praise may rise,
And saints their offerings bring,
The priest with his own sacrifice
Presents them to the King.

4 [Let papists trust what names they please, Their saints and angels boast;

We 've no such advocates as these,
Nor pray to the heavenly host.]

15 Jesus alone shall bear my cries
Up to his Father's throne;
He, dearest Lord! perfumes my sighs,
And sweetens every groan.

6 [Ten thousand praises to the King,
Hosanna in the highest;

Ten thousand thanks our spirits bring
To God and to his Christ.]

HYMN 38. C. M

Love to God.

H Where love inspires the breast:

"APPY the heart where graces reign,

Love is the brightest of the train,
And strengthens all the rest.

2 Knowledge, alas! 'tis all in vain,
And all in vain our fear;

Our stubborn sins will fight and reign
If love be absent there.

3 'Tis love that makes our cheerful feet
In swift obedience move;

The devils know, and tremble too,
But Satan cannot love.

4 This is the grace that lives and sings
When faith and hope shall cease,
'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings
In the sweet realms of bliss.

5 Before we quite forsake our clay,
Or leave this dark abode,
The wings of love bear us away
To see our smiling God.

HYMN 39. C. M.

The shortness and misery of life.

OUR days, alas! our mortal days

Are short and wretched too;
Evil and few, the patriarch says,
And well the patriarch knew.

2 'Tis but at best a narrow bound

That heaven allows to men,

And pains and sins run through the round
Of threescore years and ten.

3 Well, if ye must be sad and few,
Run on, my days, in haste;
Moments of sin, and months of woe,
Ye cannot fly too fast.

4 Let heavenly love prepare my soul,
And call her to the skies,

Where years of long salvation roll, And glory never dies.

HYMN 40. C. M.

Our comfort in the covenant made with

Christ.

UR God, how firm his promise stands,
Een when he hides his face!

He trusts in our Redeemer's bands

His glory and his grace.

2 Then why, my soul, these sad complaints, Since Christ and we are one?

Thy God is faithful to his saints,

Is faithful to his Son.

3 Beneath his smiles my heart has lived,
And part of heaven possessed;

I praise his name for grace received,
And trust him for the rest.

HYMN 41. L. M.

A sight of God mortifies us to the world. P to the fields where angels lie,

[U And living waters gently roll,

Fain would my thoughts leap out and fly,
But sin hangs heavy on my soul.

2 Thy wondrous blood. dear dying Christ,
Can make this load of guilt remove;
And thou canst bear me where thou fliest,
On thy kind wings, celestial Dove!]

Gen. xlvii. 9.

3 O might I once mount up and see
The glories of the eternal skies,
What little things these worlds would be:
How despicable to my eyes!

4 Had I a glance of thee, my God,
Kingdoms and men would vanish soon,
Vanish as though I saw them not,
As a dim candle dies at noon.

5 Then they might fight, and rage, and rave,
I should perceive the noise no more
Than we can hear a shaking leaf,
While rattling thunders round us roar.
6 Great All in all, Eternal King,

Let me but view thy lovely face,
And all my powers shall bow, and sing
Thine endless grandeur and thy grace.

HYMN 42. C. M. Delight in God.

L Y God, what endless pleasures dwell

MAbove, at thy right hand!

The courts below, how amiable,
Where all thy graces stand!

2 The swallow near thy temple lies,
And chirps a cheerful note;

The lark mounts upwards to thy skies,
And tunes her warbling throat.

3 And we, when in thy presence, Lord,
We shout with joyful tongues,
Or sitting round our Father's board,
We crown the feast with songs.

4 While Jesus shines with quickening grace,
We sing and mount on high;
But if a frown becloud his face,
We faint, and tire, and die.

5 [Just as we see the lonesome dove
Bemoan her widowed state;

Wandering she flies through all the grove, And mourns her loving mate.

6 Just so our thoughts from thing to thing In restless circles rove,

Just so we droop, and hang the wing,
When Jesus hides his love.]

HYMN 43. L. M.

Christ's sufferings and glory.

NOW for a tune of lofty praise

To great Jehovah's equal Son! Awake, my voice, in heavenly lays, Tell the loud wonders he hath done. 2 Sing how he left the worlds of light, And the bright robes he wore above, How swift and joyful was his flight On wings of everlasting love!

3 [Down to this base, this sinful earth He came to raise our nature high; He came to atone almighty wrath; Jesus the God was born to die.] 4 [Hell and its lions roared around, His precious blood the monsters spilt, While weighty sorrows pressed him down, Large as the loads of all our guilt.] 5 Deep in the shades of gloomy death The Almighty Captive prisoner lay; The Almighty Captive left the earth, And rose to everlasting day. 6 Lift up your eyes, ye sons of light, Up to his throne of shining grace, See what immortal glories sit Round the sweet beauties of his face. 7 Amongst a thousand harps and songs Jesus the God exalted reigns,

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His sacred name fills all their tongues. And echoes through the heavenly plains!

HYMN 44. L. M.

Hell; or, The vengeance of God.

WITH holy fear and humble song,

The dreadful God our souls adore;

Reverence and awe becomes the tongue
That speaks the terrors of his power.
2 Far in the deep where darkness dwells,
The land of horror and despair,
Justice has built a dismal hell,
And laid her stores of vengeance there.
3 [Eternal plagues, and heavy chains,
Tormenting racks, and fiery coals,
And darts to inflict immortal pains,
Dyed in the blood of damned souls.]
4 [There Satan, the first rebel, lies,
And roars, and bites his iron bands;
In vain the rebel strives to rise,
Crushed with the weight of both thine hands.]
15 There guilty ghosts of Adam's race
Shriek out, and howl beneath thy rod:
Once they could scorn a Saviour's grace,
But they incensed a dreadful God.

6 Tremble, my soul, and kiss the Son;
Sinners, obey the Saviour's call,
Else your damnation hastens on,
And hell gapes wide to wait your fall.

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HYMN 45. L. M.

God's condescension to our worship.
HY favours, Lord, surprise our souls;
Will the Eternal dwell with us?
What canst thou find beneath the poles
To tempt thy chariot downward thus ?
2 Still might he fill his starry throne,
And please his ears with Gabriel's songs;
But the heavenly Majesty comes down,
And bows to hearken to our tongues.

3 Great God, what poor returns we pay
For love so infinite as thine!
Words are but air, and tongues but clay,
But thy compassion's all divine.

HYMN 46. L. M.

God's condescension to human affairs.

P to the Lord that reigns on high, And views the nations from afar, Let everlasting praises fly,

And tell how large his bounties are.

2 [He that can shake the worlds he made,
Or with his word or with his rod,
His goodness how amazing great!
And what a condescending God!]

3 [God, that must stoop to view the skies,
And bow to see what angels do,
Down to our earth he casts his eyes,
And bends his footsteps downward too.]
4 He overrules all mortal things,
And manages our mean affairs;
On humble souls the King of kings
Bestows his counsels and his cares.
5 Our sorrows and our tears we pour
Into the bosom of our God;

He hears us in the mournful hour,
And helps us bear the heavy load.

6 In vain might lofty princes try
Such condescension to perform;
For worms were never raised so high
Above their meanest fellow-worm.

7 O could our thankful hearts devise
A tribute equal to thy grace,

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To the third heaven our songs should rise, And teach the golden harps thy praise.

HYMN 47. L. M.

Glory and grace in the person of Christ.

OW to the Lord a noble song!

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Awake, my soul, awake, my tongue!

Hosanna to the Eternal name,

And all his boundless love proclaim.

2 See where it shines in Jesus' face,
The brightest image of his grace;
God, in the person of his Son,
Has all his mightiest works outdone.
3 The spacious earth and spreading flood
Proclaim the wise, the powerful God;
And thy rich glories from afar
Sparkle in every rolling star.
4 But in his looks a glory stands,
The noblest labour of thine hands:
The pleasing lustre of his eyes
Outshines the wonders of the skies.

5 Grace, 'tis a sweet, a charming theme;
My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name:
Ye angels, dwell upon the sound!
Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground!
6 O, may I live to reach the place
Where he unveils his lovely face,
Where all his beauties you behold,
And sing his name to harps of gold!

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HYMN 48. C. M.

Love to the creatures is dangerous.

HOW vain are all things here below!

How false, and yet how fair!
Each pleasure hath its poison too,
And every sweet a snare.

2 The brightest things below the sky
Give but a flattering light;

We should suspect some danger nigh
Where we possess delight.

3 Our dearest joys, and nearest friends,
The partners of our blood,
How they divide our wavering minds,
And leave but half for God!

4 The fondness of a creature's love,
How strong it strikes the sense!
Thither the warm affections move,
Nor can we call them thence.

5 Dear Saviour, let thy beauties be
My soul's eternal food;

And grace command my heart away
From all created good.

HYMN 49. C. M.

Moses dying in the embraces of God.

EATH cannot make our souls afraid,

Dif God be with us there;

We may walk through her darkest shade, And never yield to fear.

2 I could renounce my all below,
If my Creator bid,

And run if I were called to go,
And die as Moses did.

3 Might I but climb to Pisgah's top,
And view the promised land,
My flesh itself should long to drop,
And pray for the command.

4 Clasped in my heavenly Father's arms,
I would forget my breath,

And lose my life among the charms
Of so divine a death.

HYMN 50. L. M.

Comfort under sorrows and pains.

IN And show my name upon his heart,
I would forget my pains awhile,
And in the pleasure lose the smart.
2 But O it swells my sorrows high
To see my blessed Jesus frown!
My spirits sink, my comforts die,
And all the springs of life are down.

OW let the Lord my Saviour smile,

14 My name is printed on his breast;
His book of life contains my name;
I'd rather have it there impressed
Than in the bright records of fame.
5 When the last fire burns all things here,
Those letters shall securely stand,
And in the Lamb's fair book appear,
Writ by the eternal Father's hand.
6 Now shall my minutes smoothly run,
Whilst here I wait my Father's will;
My rising and my setting sun
Roll gently up and down the hill.

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HYMN 51. L. M.

God the Son equal with the Father.

Bour spirits bow before thy seat,

RIGHT King of glory, dreadful God!

To thee we lift an humble thought,
And worship at thine awful feet.

2 [Thy power hath formed, thy wisdom sways,
All nature with a sovereign word;
And the bright world of stars obeys
The will of their superior Lord.]
3 [Mercy and truth unite in one,
And smiling sit at thy right hand;
Eternal justice guards thy throne,

And vengeance waits thy dread command.] 4 A thousand seraphs strong and bright Stand round the glorious Deity; But who amongst the sons of light Pretends comparison with thee? 5 Yet there is one of human frame, Jesus, arrayed in flesh and blood, Thinks it no robbery to claim A full equality with God.

6 Their glory shines with equal beams; Their essence is for ever one,

Though they are known by different names,
The Father God, and God the Son.

7 Then let the name of Christ our King
With equal honours be adored;
His praise let every angel sing,

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And all the nations own their Lord.

HYMN 52. C. M.

Death dreadful or delightful.
DEATH! 'tis a melancholy day

To those that have no God,
When the poor soul is forced away
To seek her last abode.

2 In vain to heaven she lifts her eyes,
But guilt, a heavy chain,

Still drags her downward from the skies
To darkness, fire, and pain.

3 Awake and mourn, ye heirs of hell,
Let stubborn sinners fear,

You inust be driven from earth, and dwell A long for-ever there.

4 See how the pit gapes wide for you, And flashes in your face;

And thou, my soul, look downwards too,
And sing recovering grace.

5 He is a God of sovereign love
That promised heaven to me,
And taught my thoughts to soar above,
Where happy spirits be.

6 Prepare me, Lord, for thy right hand,
Then come the joyful day,

Come, death, and some celestial band
To bear my soul away.

HYMN 53. C. M.

The pilgrimage of the saints; or, Earth and heaven.

ORD! what a wretched land is this
That yields us no supply!

No cheering fruits, no wholesome trees,
Nor streams of living joy!