The psalms, hymns, and spiritual songs of the Rev. Isaac Watts : to which are added select hymns from other authors and directions for musical expression online

To bear fne to the upper skies I
g 5 There, from the bosom of my God,

Oceans of endless pleasure roll ;

There would I fix my last abode.

And drown the sorrows of my soul.

HYMN 12. C. M. Sunday. Christmas. [*j

Christ is the Substance of the Lcvitical Priesthood.
1 rriHE true Messiah now appears,
A The types are all withdrawn :
o So fly the shadows and the stars,

Before the rising dawn,
b 2 No smoking sweets, nor bleeding lanibs.
Nor kids, nor bullocks slain ;
Incense and spice, of costly names,
Would all be burnt in vain.
— 3 Aaron must lay his robes away.

His mitre and his vest, —
6 When God himself comes down to be

The offering and the priest.
— 4 He took our mortal flesh, to show

The wonders of his love ;
e For us he paid his life below,
And prays for us above.
5 Father, he cries, forgive their sins,
For I myself have died ;
d And then — he shows his opened veins,— ^
And pleads his wounded side.

HYMN 13. L. M. Old Hundred. Blendon. [*]

The Creation, Preservation, Dissolution, and RestoreH'*

tion of this World.

1 OING to the Lord, who built the skies,

k3 The Lord, who reared this stately frame ;
Let all the nations sound his praise,
And lands unknown repeat his name.

2 He formed the seas, and formed the hillsj.
Made every drop and every dust ;

Nature and time, with all their wheels.
And put them into motion first.

3 Now from his high, imperial throne,.
He lopks far down upon th,e spheres ;



382 HYMN 14, 15. Book II.

o He bids the shining orbs roll on,

And round he turns the hasty years.
e 4 Thus shall this moving engine last,

Till all his saints are gathered in ;
o Then for the trumpet's dreadful blast —

To shake it all to dust again !

g 5 Yet when the sound shall tear the skies,

And lightning burn the globe below,
o Saints, you may lift your joyful eyes ;
There's a new heaven and earth for you.

HYMN 14. S. M. Little Marlboro'. [*]

The Lord's Day ; or, Delight in Ordinances.
o 1 "TXyTELCOME— sweet day of rest—
V 7 That saw the Lord arise I
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes.

— 2 The King himself comes near.

And feasts his saints to-day ;
£ Here we may sit, and see him here.
And love, and praise, and pray.

b 3 One day, amidst the place

Where my dear God hath been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasurable sin.

— 4 My willing soul would stay

In such a frame as this, —
o And sit and sing herself away
To everlasting bliss.

HYMN 15. L. M. Sicilian. Gloucester. [*]
Enjoyment of Christ ; or, Delight in Worship.
I AR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone,—
Let my religious hours alone :
Fain would my eyes my Saviour see ;
I wait a visit. Lord, from thee.
o 2 My heart grows warm with holy fire,
And kindles with a pure desire •
Come, my dear Jesus, from above.
And feed my soul with heavenly love.
' — 3 (The trees of life immortal stand

In beauteous rows at thy right hand ;
b And in sweet murmurs, by their side,
Rivers of bliss perpetual glide.



Book II. HYMN 16, 17. 383

o 4 Haste then — but with a smiling face —

And spread the table of thy grace ;

Bring down a taste of truth divine,

And cheer my heart with sacred wine.)
b 5 Blest Jesus, what delicious fare !

How sweet thy entertainments are !
• — Never did angels taste above

Redeeming grace and dying love.
o 6 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine !

In thee thy Father's glories shine :
—Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest One,

That eyes have seen, or angels known.

HYMN 16. L. M. Oporto. Nantwich. [*]

Part the Second.
o 1 "I" ORD, what a heaven of saving grace,

-1_^ Shines through the beauties of thy face —

And lights our passion to a flame !

Lord, how we love thy charming name I
e 2 When I can say, My God is mine,

When 1 can feel thy glories shine,— ^
o I tread the world beneath my feet.

And all the earth calls good or great,
b 3 While such a scene of sacred joys

Our raptured eyes and souls employs,
"—Here we could sit and gaze away

A long, an everlasting day.

o 4 Well, we shall quickly pass the night,

To the fair coast of perfect light ;
— Then shall our joyful senses rove

O'er the dear Object of our love.
o 5 [There shall we drink full draughts of bliss.

And pluck new life from heavenly trees !
— Yet now and then, dear Lord, bestow

A drop of heaven on worms below.

6 Send comforts down from thy right hand.

While we pass through this barren land ;

And in thy temple let us see

A glimpse of love — a glimpse of thee.]

HYMN 17. C. M. Mitcliam. Arundel [*]

God's Eternity.
o 1 X> ISE, rise, my soul, and leave the ground,
JLV Stretch all thy thoughts abroad, —



^84 Hl^MN 18. Book II.

And ro'use up every tuneful sound,
To praise tli' eternal God.
g 2 Long ere the lofty skies were spread,
Jehovah filled his throne ;
Or Adam formed, or angels madcj
Jehovah lived alone.

• — 3 His boundless years can ne'er diecrease,

But still maintain their prime ;
Q Eternity's his dwelling-place,

And EVER is his time.

o 4 While like a tide our minutes flow,

The present and the past —
a He fills his own immortal NOW

And sees our ages waste.

' — 5 The sea and sky must perish too,

And vast destruction come ;
p The ereatures-^look, how old they growj— ^

And wait their fiery doom !

o 6 Well, let the sea shrink all away,

And flame melt down the skies ; —
g My God shall live an endless dUy,

When old creation dies,

HYMN 18. L. M, Nantwich, [*]

The Ministry of Angels,
i ["11X1 GH on a hill of dazzling light,

jTX The King of glory spreads his seatj
And troops of angels, stretched for flight,
Stand waiting round his awful feet.

2 Go, saith the Lord, my Gabriel, go,
Salute the Virgin's fruitful womb ;
Make haste, ye cherubs, down below,
Sing, and proclaim the Saviour's come.

3 Here a bright squadron leaves the skies,
And thick around Elisha stands ;

Anon a heavenly soldier flies^

And breaks the chains from Peter's handst

4 Thy winged troops, O God of hosts.
Wait on thy wandering church below ;
Here we are sailing to thy coasts,

Let angels be our convoy too.

5 Are they not all thy servants, Lord.'
At thy command they go and come j



Book 11. H YMN 19, 20. 385

With cheerful haste, obey thy word,
And guard thy children to their home.]

HYMN 19. C. M. Plymouth. Reading, [b*]
Our frail Bodies ^ and God our Preserver.

1 T ET others boast how strong they be,
â–  i A Nor death, nor danger fear J

c But we'll confess, O Lord, to thee, -

What feeble things we are.
o 2 Fresh as the grass our bodies stand,

And flourish bright and gay ;
e A blasting wind sweeps o'er the land,

And fades the grass away.

e 3 Our life contains a thousand springs.
And dies, if one be gone ;
Strange ! that a harp of thousand strings
Should keep in tune so long.

— 4 But 'tis our God supports our frame,— =•

The God who built us first ;
o Salvation to th' Almighty Name,

That reared us from the dust.

d 5 [He spoke ; and straight our hearts, and brains^
In all their motions rose ;
Let blood, said he, flow round the veins;
And round the veins it flows.

6 While we have breath to use our tongues.

Our Maker we'll adore ;
His spirit moves our heaving lungs,

Or they would breathe no more.]

HYMN 20. C. M. Wantage. Bangor, [b]

Backslidings and Returns.
o 1 "Â¥15" THY is my heart so far from thee,
Y f My God, my chief delight .''
Why are my thoughts no more, by day,
With thee, no more by night .''

2 [Why should my foolish passions rove ?
Where can such sweetness be.

As I have tasted in thy love.

As I have found in thee .'']
—3 When my forgetful soul renews

The savour of thy grace,
My heart presumes I cannot lose

The relish all my days.



386 HYMN 21. Book IL

e 4 But ere one fleeting hour is past,
The flattering world employs
Some sensual bait to seize my taste,
And to pollute my joys.

— 5 Trifles of nature, or of art,
With fair deceitful charms,
Intrude into my thoughtless heart,
And thrust me from thy arms.

e 6 Then I repent, and vex my soul,
That I should leave thee so ;
Where will these wild afiections roll.
That let a Saviour go ?

7 [Sin's promised joys are turned to pain,
And I am drowned in grief;
— But my dear Lord returns again,
He flies to my relief:

o 8 Seizing my soul with sweet surprise,

He draws with loving bands,
e Divine compassion in his eyes,

And pardon in his hands.]

p 9 Wretch that I am, to wander thus.

In chase of false delight !
— Let me be fastened to thy cross,

Rather than lose thy sight.

10 [Make haste, my days, to reach the goal,

And bring my heart to rest
On the dear centre of my soul.

My God, my Saviour's breast.]

HYMN 21. L. M. Dresden. [*]

A Song of Praise to God the Redeemer.

1 [T ET the old heathens tune their song

i i Of great Diana and of Jove ;
But the sweet theme that moves my tongue,
Is my Redeemer and his love.

e 2 Behold a God descends and dies.
To save my soul from gaping hell :
How the black gulf where Satan lies,
Yawned to receive me when I fell !

e 3 How justice frowned, and vengeance stood,
To drive me down to endless pain !
But the great Son proposed his blood,
And heavenly wrath grew mild again.



Book II. HYMN 22, 23. 387

o 4 Infinite Lover, gracious Lord,

To thee be endless honours given ;
g Thy wondrous name shall be adored,

Round the wide earth and wider heaven.]

HYMN 22. L. M. Psalm 97. [*]
With God is terrible Majesty.

1 [npERRIBLE God, who reign'st on high,

JL How awful is thy thundering hand !
Thy fiery bolts, how fierce they fly !
Nor can all earth or hell withstand.

2 This the old rebel angels knew,
And Satan fell beneath thy frown :
Thine arrows struck the traitor through,
And weighty vengeance sunk him down.

3 This Sodom felt, and feels it still,
And roars beneath th' eternal load :
With endless burnings who can dwell,
Or bear the fury of a God ?

4 Tremble, ye sinners, and submit;
Throw down your arms before his throne :
Bend your heads low beneath his feet,

Or his strong hand shall crush you down.

5 And ye, blest saints, who love him too.
With reverence bow before his Name;
Thus all the heavenly servants do :

God is a bright and burning flame.]

HYMN 23. L. M. Nantwich, Green's. [*]
Tke Sight of God and Christ in Heaven.

1 "T^ESCEND from heaven, immortal Dove,
■ I ^ Stoop down, and take us on thy wings, — ►
o And mount, and bear us far above

The reach of these inferior things ;
2 Beyond, beyond this lower sky.

Up where eternal ages roll, —

Where solid pleasures never die,

And fruits immortal feast the soul.
e 3 O for a sight, a pleasant sight —

Of our Almighty Father's throne !

There sits our Saviour, crowned with light,

Clothed in a body like our own.
g 4 Adoring saints around him stand,

And thrones and powers before him fall;



3S8 HYMN 24. Book H.

The God shines gracious through the man,
And sheds sweet glories on them all

o 5 O, what amazing joys they feel,
While to their golden harps they sing !
And sit on every heavenly hill,
And spread the triumphs of their King !

e 6 When shall the day, dear Lord, appear,
That I shall mount to dwell above ;
And stand and bow amongst them there.
And view thy face, and sing thy love ?

HYMN 24. L. M. Psalm 97t7i. Blendon. [*]

The Evil of Sin ; — Fall of Angels and Men,

1 "^"^rHEN the great Builder arched the skies,

T T And formed all nature with a word,
The joyful cherubs tuned his praise,
And every bending throne adored.

2 High in the midst of all the throng,
Satan, a tall archangel, sat ;
Among the morning stars he sung,
Till sin destroyed his heavenly state.

3 'Twas sin that hurled him from his throne ;
Grovelling in fire the rebel lies :

d How art thou sunk in darkness down,
Son of the morning, from the skies !

4 And thus our two first parents stood.
Till sin defiled the happy place ;
They lost their garden and their God,
And ruined all their unborn race.

5 [So sprung the plague from Adam's bower,
And spread destruction all abroad ;

Sin, — the cursed name — that, in one hour.
Spoiled six days' labour of a God.]

p 6 Tremble, my soul, and mourn for grief.
That such a foe should seize thy breast !

. — Fly to thy Lord for quick relief;

Oh ! may he slay this treacherous guest.

o 7 Then, to thy throne, victorious King,
Then, to thy throne our shouts shall rise;

Thine everlasting arm we sing,
For sin, the monster, bleeds and dies.



Book II. HYMN 25, 26. 389

HYMN 25. C. M. Reading. Plymouth, [b]

Complaining of Spiritual Sloth.

1 IVTY drowsy powers, why sleep ye so ?
_LTA Awake, my sluggish soul !

Nothing has half thy work to do,
Yet nothing's half so dull.

2 The little ants, for one poor grain,
Labour, and tug, and strive ;

e "Yet we, who have a heaven to obtain,

How negligent we live !
—3 We, for whose sake all nature stands,

And stars their courses move, —
We, for whose guard the angel bands

Come flying from above ; —
4 We, for v/hom God the Son came down,

And laboured for our good : —
e How careless to secure that crown

He purchased with his blood !
e 5 Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still,

And never act our parts ?
• — Come, Holy Dove, from th' heavenly hill.

And sit and warm our hearts.
o 6 Then shall our active spirits move,

Upward our souls shall rise :
With hands of faith, and wings of love.

We'll fly and take the prize.

" HYMN 26. L. M. Wells. [*] '

God Invisible.

1 ["1" ORD, we are blind, poor mortals blind J

-B A We can't behold thy bright abode ;
O ! 'tis beyond a creature mind,
To glance a thought half way to God.

2 Infinite leagues beyond the sky,
The great Eternal reigns alone ;
Where neither wings nor souls can fly,
Nor angels climb the topless throne.

3 The Lord of glory builds his seat
Of gems insufferably bright ;

And lays, beneath his sacred feet,
Substantial beams of gloomy night.

4 Yet, glorious Lord, thy gracious eyes
Look through and cheer us from above ;
Beyond our praise thy grandeur flies,
Yet we adore, and yet we love.]

33*



^0 HYMN 27, 28. Book II.

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HYMN 27. L. M. Blendon. [*]
Praise ye Him, all His Angels. Ps. cxlviii. 2^
a 1 /^ OD, the eternal, awful name,

VX That the whole heavenly army fears I
That shakes the wide creation's frame;;
And Satan trembles when he hears !.

—2 Like flames of fire his servants are,
And light surrounds his dwelling-place j

o But, O ye fiery flames, declare
The brighter glories of his face.

e 3 'Tis not for such poor worms as we,

To speak so infinite a thing ;
-^But your immortal eyes survey

The beauties of your sovereign King,
o 4 Tell how he shows his smiling face,

And clothes all heaven in bright array j

Triumph and joy run through the place,

And songs eternal as the day.
o 5 Speak — for you feel his burning love,-^

What zeal it spreads through all your frame j
e That sacred fire dwells all above.

For we on earth have lost the name.
— 6 [Sing of his power, and justice too,

That infinite right hand of his.

That vanquished Satan and his crew >
o And thunder drove them down from bliss.
d 7 What mighty storms of poisoned darts

Were hurled upon the rebels there !

What deadly javelins nailed their hearts,

Fast to the racks of long despair.

o 8 Shout to your King, ye heavenly host,

You that beheld the sinking foe ;

Firmly ye stood, when they were lost;
o Praise the rich grace that kept you so.]
U 9 Proclaim his wonders from the skies ',

Let every distant nation hear :
•^— And while you sound his lofty praise,
e Let humble mortals bow, and fear !

I — - — — — I m

HYMN 28. C. M. Windsor, [b]
Death and Eternity.
TOOP down, my thoughts, that used to rise;
Converse awhile with deam •



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Book II. HYMN 29, 30. 391

e Think how a gasping mortal lies, —

And pants away his breath.
p 2 His quivering lip hangs feebly down,

His pulse is faint and few ;
Then, speechless, with a doleful groan,

He bids the world adieu !
;e 3 But oh, the soul that never dies !

At once it leaves the clay !
*— Ye thoughts, pursue it where it flies,

And track its wondrous way.
SI 4 Up to the courts where angels dwell,

It mounts, triumphant there : —
a Or devils plunge it down to hell,

In infinite despair.
p 5 And must my body faint and die ?

And must this soul remove ?
Oh, for some guardian angel nigh,

To bear it safe above !
1! — 6 Jesus, to thy dear faithful hand.

My naked soul 1 trust ;
e And my flesh waits for thy command,

To drop into my dust.

HYJMN 29. C. M. Devizes, [*]
Redemption by Price and Power.
1 TESUS, with all thy saints above,
9J My tongue would bear her part ;
o Would sound aloud thy saving love,

And sing thy bleeding heart.
-•»— 2 Blest be the Lamb, my dearest Lord,

_ Who bought me with his blood ;
e 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 }
o And sent the lion down to howl,
Where hell and horror reigns.
fl 4 All glory to the dying Lamb,
And never-ceasing praise ;
While angels live to know his name.
Or saints to feel his grace.



HYMN 30. S. M. Newton. Kihivorth. [*]
Heavenly Joy on Earth.
1 /^OME, we who love the Lord,
\j And let our joys be known j



392 HYMN 31. Book II.

Join in a song of sweet accord,

And thus surround the throne.

2 [The sorrows of the mind
Be banished from the place !
Religion never was designed

To make our pleasures less.]

e 3 Let those refuse to sing,

Who never knew our God ;
D But favourites of the heavenly King

Should speak their joys abroad,

'— 4 [The God that rules on high,
And thunders when he please,
That rides upon the stormy sky,
And manages the seas, —

e 5 This awful God is ours,- —

Our Father and our love ;
o He shall send down his heavenly powers,

To carry us above.

6 There we shall see his face.
And never — never sin ;

There, from the rivers of his grace,
Drink endless pleasures in.

7 Yes, and before we rise
To that immortal state.

The thoughts of such amazing bliss

Should constant joys create.] • '^

«•— 8 The men of grace have found

Glory begun below ;
o Celestial fruits on earthly ground.

From faith and hope may grow.

b 9 The hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets,

Before we reach the heavenly fields,

Or walk the golden streets.

o 10 Then let our songs abound,

And every tear be dry ;
o We're marching through Immanuel's ground,

To fairer worlds on high.

B^ — _ ■ — ■<

HYMN 31. L. M. Sicilian, [b]
Christ's Presence makes Death easy.
HY should we start, and fear to die .-*
What timorous worms we mortals are I



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Book II. HYMN 32, 33. 393

Death is the gate of endless joy,
And yet we dread to enter there.

2 The pains, the groans, the dying strife,
Fright our approaching souls away ;
Still we shrink back again to life,

Fond of our prison and our clay.

3 Oh ! if my Lord would come and meet,
My soul should stretch her wings in haste ;
Fly fearless through death's iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she passed.

4 Jesus can make a dying bed
Feel soft as downy pillows are j
While on his breast I lean my head,
And breathe my life out sweetly there.]

HYMN 32. C. M. China, [b]

Frailty and Folly.

c 1 "I" TOW short and hasty is our life !
Jti How vast our soul's affairs !

e 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.

a 4 How we deserve the deepest hell,

Who slight the joys above !
What chains of vengeance should we feel,

Who break such cords of love !
— 5 Draw us, O God, with sovereign grace,

And lift our thoughts on high ;
o That we may end this mortal race,

And see salvation nigh,

HYMN 33. C. M, Arundel St. Asaph's. [*]

The blessed Society in Heaven.
o 1 il AISE thee, my soul, fly up, and run
-I-V. Through every heavenly street ;
And say, there's nought below the sun.
That's worthy of thy feet.



394 HYMN 34. Book II.

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.]

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

4 Bright, like the 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.
o 6 The glorious tenants of the place
Stand bending round the throne ;
o And saints and seraphs sing and praise

The infinite Three-One.
e 7 [But oh, what beams of heavenly grace
Transport them all the while !
Ten thousand smiles from Jesus' face,
And love in every smile !J
e 8 Jesus, and when shall that dear day.
That joyful hour appear, —
When 1 shall leave this house of clay,
To dwell amongst them there !

HYMN 34. CM. Isle of Wight. Zion. [b*]
Breathing after the Holy Spirit.

1 /'^OME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
V^ With all thy quickening powers, —

Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.

e 2 Look, how we grovel here below,

iPond of these trifling toys !
a Our souls can neither fly nor go.

To reach eternal joys.

e 3 In vain we tune our formal songs,

In vain we strive to rise ;
a Hosannas languish on our tongues,

And our devotion dies.



Book II. HYMN 35, 36. 395

p 4 Dear Lord ! and shall we ever live
At this poor dying rate ?
Our love so faint, so cold to the*2,
And thine to us so gr^at ?

— 5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,-

With all thy quickening powers, —
o Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love.

And that shall kindle ours.



HYMN 35. C. M. Mear, [*]

Praise for Creation and Redemption.

e 1 T ET them neglect thy glory, Lord,
â–  i i Who never knew thy grace ;

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

o 2 We raise our shouts, O God, to thee,

And send them to thy throne ;
u All glory to th' united Three,

The undivided One.

— 3 'Twas he (and we'll adore his name)
Who formed us by a word ;
'Tis he restores our ruined frame :
o Salvation to the Lord !
s 4 Hosanna ! — let the earth and skies
Repeat the joyful sound 5
Rocks, hills, and vales reflect the voice,
In one eternal round.

HYMN 36. S. M. Newton. [*]

Christ's Intercession.

o 1 "^yCrELL, the Redeemer's gone,
T â–¼ To appear before our God ;
To sprinkle o'er the flaming throne,
With his atoning blood.

2 No fiery vengeance now,

No burning wrath comes down j
If justice calls for sinners' blood,
The Saviour shows his own.

— 3 Before his Father's eye

Our humble suit he moves ;
e The Father lays his thunder by,

And looks, and smilesj and loves. '



396 HYMN 37. Book 11.

o 4 Now may our joyful tongues
Our Maker's honours sing ;
Jesus, the Priest, receives our songs.
And bears them to the King.

e 5 [We bow before his face,
— And sound his glories high :
Hosanna to the God of grace,
That lays his thunder by.]

o 6 On earth thy mercy reigns,

And triumphs all above :
e But, Lord, how weak our mortal strains,

To speak immortal love !

e 7 [How jarring and how low

Are all the notes we sing !
—Sweet Saviour, tune our songs anew,

And they shall please the King.]

HYMN 37. C. M. Sundai/. [*]
The same.

1 [TT IFT up your eyes to th' heavenly seats,

â–  i A 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 j
Their saints and angels boast ;

We've no such advocates as these,
Nor pray to th' heavenly host.)

5 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 high'st :

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



Book II. HYMN 38, 39, 40. 397

HYMN 38. C. M. York. [*]
Love to God.
'APPY the heart where graces reign,
Where love inspires the breast :
Love is the brightest of the train,
And strengthens all the rest.