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8 2 Kno.wledge, alas ! 'tis all in vain.
And all in vain our fear ;
Our stubborn sins virill fight and reign,
If love be absent there.
o 3 'Tis love that makes our cheerful feet

In swift obedience move ;
e The devils know, and tremble too, —

But Satan cannot love.
o 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. Canterbury, [b]

The Shortness and Misery of Life.

1 [/~\UI^ days, alas ! our mortal days

\^ Are short, and wretched too :
Evil andfeio, the patriarch says,
And well the patriarch knew.]
e 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.
o 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, —
o Where years of long salvation roll.
And glory never dies.

"^ HYMN 40. C. M. Abridge. [*] *

Comfort in the Covenant with Christ.
1 /^^^ God, how firm his promise stands^
V-^ E'en when he hides his fax;e :
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898 HYMN 41, 42. Book 11.

He trusts in our Redeemer's hands

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 :
40 I praise his JName for grace received,

And trust him for the rest.

HYMN 41. L. M. Castle Street. [*]
j3 Sight of God mortifies us to the World.

1 [TTP to the fields where angels lie,

vJ 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 world of guilt remove ;
And thou canst bear me where thou fly'st^
On thy kind wings, celestial DoVe.]

3 O, might I once mount up and see
The glories of th' eternal skies,

What little things these worlds would be I
How despicable to my eyes !

4 Had 1 a glance of thee, my God,
Kingdoms and men would vanish soon j
Vanish, as though I saw them not.

As a dim candle dies at noon.

d 5 Then they might fightj 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. Tunhridge. [b]
Delight in God.
1 IVTY God, what endless pleasures dwell

-LTJL Above, at thy right hand !
Thy courts below, how amiable.

Where all thy graces stand !



Book II. HYMN 43. 399

o 2 The swallow near thy temple lies,
And chirps a cheerful note :
The lark mounts upward toward the skies,
And tunes her warbling throat.

3 And we, when in thy presence, Lord,
We shout with cheerful tongues :

Or sitting roxmd 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. Sheffield. Leeds, [*]

Christ's Sufferings and Glory.

1 IVfOW for a tune of lofty praise,

_i_ 1 To great Jehovah's equal Son !
o 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 ;
u How swift and joyfiil was the flight.
On wings of everlasting love,

8 3 (Down to this base, this sinful earth,

He came, to raise our nature high ;
p He came, to atone almighty wrath : —

Jesus the God was born to die.)

e 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.]

a 5 Deep in the shades of gloomy death,

Th' almighty captive Prisoner lay ;
Th' almighty Captive left the earth,

And rose to everlasting day.



400 HYMN 44, 45. Book 11.

o 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.

g 7 Amongst a thousand harps and songs,
Jesus the God exalted reigns ;
His sacred name fills all their tongues,
And echoes through the heavenly plains !

HYMN 44. L. M. PleijeVs. [b]
HeR ; or, the Vengeance of God.

1 ["T^riTH holy fear, and humble song,

¥ 7 The dreadful God our souls adore j
Reverence and awe become 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 sinner, lies.
And roars, and bites his iron bands ;
In vain the rebel strives to rise,

Crushed with the weight of both thy hands.)

5 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 :
Sinner, obey thy Saviour's call ;

Else your damnation hastens on

And hell gapes wide to wait your fall.]

HYMN 45. L. M. Nantwich. [*]
God's Condescension to our Worship.
1 r H iHY favours. Lord, surprise our souls :
e JL 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;



Book 11. HYMN 46, 47. 401

But heavenly Majesty comes down,
And bows to hearken to our tongues.
e 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. Weldon. Portugal [*]

God's Condescension to Human Affairs.
1 TTP to the Lord, who reigns on high,
\J And views the nations from afar,
o Let everlasting praises fly,

And tell how large his bounties are.

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

e 3 God, who must stoop to view the skies,

And bow to see what angels do —

Down to the 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.

e 5 Our sorrows and our tears we pour

Into the bosom of our God ;

He hears us in the mournful hour,

And helps to 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.
o 7 Oh ! could our thankful hearts devise

A tribute equal to thy grace —
o To the third heaven our songs should rise.

And teach the golden harps thy praise.

HYMN 47. L. M. Green's. Naniwich. [*]

Glory and Grace in the Person of Christ,
o 1 IVfOW to the Lord a noble song !

J- 1 Awake, my soul ; awake, my tongue j,
Hosanna to th' Eternal Name,
u And all his boundless love proclaim.
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402 HYMN 48. Book II.

b 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.

e 3 The spacious earth, and spreading flood,
Proclaim the wise, the powerful God ;
And thy rich glories, from afar.
Sparkle in every rolling star : —

,o 4 But in his looks a glory stands.
The noblest labour of thy hands
The pleasing lustre of his eyes
Outshines the wonders of the skies.

a 5 Grace ! — 'tis a sweet, a charming theme j
— My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name !
o Ye angels, dwell upon the sound ;
U Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground !

>— 6 Oh, may I reach the happy place.

Where he unveils his lovely face !
o Where all his beauties you behold, >

And sing his name to harps of gold !

HYMN 48. C. M. Reading, [b]

Love to the Creatures dangerous.

1 "TTOW vain are all things here below,
JLX 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.

o 5 Dear Saviour, let thy beauties be

My soul's eternal food ;
o And grace command my heart away

From all created good.



Book II. HYMN 49, 50. 403

HYMN 49. CM. Hymn'Zd, [*]
Moses dying in the Embraces of God.

1 ["I^EATH cannot make our souls afraid,

JlJ^ If God be with us there ;
We may walk through the 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 would 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. Sicilian, [b *]
Coviforts under Sorrows and Pains.
1 [IVrOW let the Lord my Saviour smile,
-L 1 And show my name upon his heart ;

1 would forget my paiiis awhile,
And in the pleasure lose the smart.

2 But oh ! 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.

3 Yet, why, my soul, why these complaints .?
Still, while he frowns, his bowels move :
Still on his heart he bears his saints,

And feels their sorrows, and his love.

4 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 th' 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.]



404 HYMN 51, 52. Book 11.

HYMN 51. L. M. Blendon. [*]

God the Son equal with the FaUier.
p 1 "O RIGHT King of glory, dreadful God !
-13 Our spirits bow before thy seat ;^-

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 ;
g 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 .''
o 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 forever one ;

Though they are known by different names,

The Father God, and God the Son.

o 7 Then let the Name of Christ, our King,
With equal honours be adored ;
His praise let every angel sino-,
And all the nations own him Lord.

HYMN 52. C. M. Bangor, [b]

Death dreadful or delightful.

1 [T^EATH ! 'tis a melancholy day,

JL^ To those who 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, lire, and pain.

3 Awake, and mourn, ye heirs of bell,
ttet stubborn sinners fear j



Book II. HYMN 53 405

You must be driven from earth to dwell
A long FOREVER there !

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

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

5 He is a God of sovereign love,
Who promised heaven to me ;

And taught my soul to soar above, i

Where happy spirits be.

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

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

HYMN 53. C. M. Zion. [b *]

The Pilgrimage of the Saints.
e 1 "I" ORD, what a wretched land is this^
§ i That yields us no supply ;
No cheering fruits, no wholesome trees,
Nor streams of living joy !

2 But pricking thorns through all the ground.

And mortal poisons grow ;
And all the rivers that are found,

With dangerous waters flow.
o 3 Yet the dear path to thine abode

Lies through this horrid land :
Lord ! we would keep the heavenly road.

And run at thy command.

4 [Our souls shall tread the desert through,

With undiverted feet ;
And faith and flaming zeal subdue
The terrors that we meet.]
e 5 (A thousand savage beasts of prey

Around the forest roam ;
c But Judah's Lion guards the way,
And guides the strangers home.)

€ 6 Long nights and darkness dwell below,

With scarce a twinkling ray ;
o But the bright world to which we go,

Is everlasting day.

— ^ -^y glimmering hopes, and gloomy fears.
We trace the sacred road ;



406 HYMN 54. Book IL

Through dismal deeps, and dangerous snares,
We make our way to God.

e 8 Our journey is a thorny maze,
— But we march upwards still ;
o Forget these troubles of the ways,
And reach at Zion's hill.

9 [See the kind angels, at the gates.

Inviting us to come ;
There Jesus the Forerunner waits

To welcome travellers home.

•T-10 There, on a green and flowery mount.
Our weary souls shall sit, —
And, with transporting joys, recount
The labours of our feet,

11 No vain discourse shall fill our tongue,

Nor trifles vex our ear;
Infinite grace shall fill our song,

And God rejoice to hear.

12 Eternal glories to the King
Who brought us safely through,
Our tongues shall never cease to slug j
And endless praise renew.]

HYMN 54. C. M. Arundel St. Martin's. [*]

God's Presence is Uight in Darkness.

1 1V|~Y God, the spring of all my joys,
-LTi The life of my delights :

"yhe glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights : —

2 In darkest shades, if he appear,
My dawning is begun ;

o He is my soul's sweet morning star.
And he my rising sun.

b 3 The opening heavens around me shine.

With beams of sacred bliss ;
While Jesus shows his heart is mine.

And whispers I am his.
o 4 My so.ul would leave this heavy clay.

At that transporting word ;
u Run up with joy the shining way.

To embrace my dearest Lord.
o 5 Fearless of hell and ghastly deaths,

I'd break through every foe i



Book II. HY MN 55, 56. 407

The wings of love^ and arms of faith.
Shall bear me conqueror through.

HYMN 55. C. M. Bangor, [b]
Frail Life and Succeeding Eternity.
e 1 npHEE we adore, Eternal Name,
JL And humbly own to thee,
How feeble is our mortal frame,

What dying worms are we !
2 [Our wasting lives grow shorter still,

As months and days increase ;
And every beating pulse we tell
Leaves but the number less.]
— 3 (The year rolls round, and steals away
The breath tliat first it gave ;
Whate'er We do, where'er we be,
We're travelling to the grave.)
4 Dangers stand thick through all the ground^

To push us to the tomb ;
And fierce diseases wait around.
To hurry mortals home.
p 5 Good God ! on what a slender thread
Hang everlasting things !
Th' eternal state of all the dead.
Upon life's feeble strings.
e 6 Infinite joy, or endless woBj
Attends on every breath ;
And yet how unconcerned we go.

Upon the brink of death !
7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy seiise^

To walk this dangerous road ;

And if our souls are hurried hence,

May th&y be found with God.

HYMN 56. C. M. Wlnd.<or. [b]
The Misery of being without God.

1 [T^'iyO, I shall eiivy them no more,

J_ 1 Who grow profanel}?^ great,
Though they increase their golden store.
And rise to wondrous height.

2 They taste of all the joys that grow
Upon the earthly clod !

Well, they may search the creature through^
For they have ne'er a God —

3 Shake off the thoughts of dying too,
And think your life your own :



408 HYMN 57, 58. Book II.

But death comes hastening on to you,
To mow your glory down.

4 Yes, you must bow your stately head ;
Away your spirit flies ;

And no kind angel near your bed,
To bear it to the skies.

5 Go, now, and boast of all your stores,
And tell how bright they shine :

Your heaps of glittering dust are yours,
And my Redeemer's mine.]

HYMN 57. L. M. Portugal [*]
The Pleasures of a Good Conscience.

1 [~|~ ORD, how secure, and blest, are they

§ i Who feel the joys of pardoned sin !
Should storms of wrath shake earth and sea,
Their minds have heaven and peace within.

2 The day glides swiftly o'er their heads,
Made up of innocence and love :

And, soft and silent as the shades.
Their nightly minutes gently move.

3 (Quick as their thoughts their joys come on,
But fly not half so fast away ;

Their souls are ever bright as noon,
And calm as summ^er evenings be,

4 How oft they look to th' heavenly hills.
Where groves of living pleasures grow ;
And longing hopes, and cheerful smiles,
Sit undisturbed upon their brow.)

5 They scorn to seek our golden toys ;
But spend the day, and share the night,
In numbering o'er the richer joys,
That heaven prepares for their delight.

6 While wretched we, like worms and moles,
Lie grovelling in the dust below :
Almighty grace, renew our souls.

And we'll aspire to glory too.]

HYMN 58. C. M. Reading, [b *]

Shortness of Life, and Goodness of God.

e 1 nniME ! what an empty vapour 'tis !
JL And days, how swift they are !
Swift as an Indian arrow flies,
Or like a shooting star.



Book li. HYMN 59.



2 The present moments just appear,
Then slide away in haste ;

That we can never say, they're here,
But only sa}^, they're past.

3 [Our life is ever on the wingj
And death is ever nigh ;

The moment when our lives begin,
We all begin to die.]

—4 Yet, mighty God ! our fleeting days

Thy lasting favours share ;
Yet with the bounties of thy grace

Thou load'st the rolling year.
5 'Tis sovereign mercy finds us food.

And We are clothed with love ;
While grace stands pointing out the i:oadj

That leads our souls above.
o 6 His goodness runs an endless round j

All glory to the Lord !
His mercy never knows a bound ;

And be his Name adored !
7 [Thus we begin the lasting song :

And when we close our eyes,
Let the next age thy praise prolong.

Till time and nature dies.]

HYMN 59. C. M. >S^^. Paul Hymn 2d, [*]
Paradise ori Earth.

1 £~^ LORY to God who walks the §ky,
\IW And sends his blessings through ;

Who tells his Saints of joys on high,
And gives a taste below.

Q [Glory to God, who stoops his thronej

That dust and worms may see't;
And brings a glimpse of glory down,

Around his sacred feet.]

3 When Christ, with all his graced crowned,

Sheds his kind beams abroad ;
'Tis a young heaven on earthly ground,

And glory in the bud.

t> 4 A blooming paradise of joy
In this wild desert springs ;
And every sense I straight emploj
On sweet celestial things^



410 HYMN 60. Book II>

5 [White lilies all around appear,
And each his glory shows :

The rose of Sharon blossoms here,
The fairest flower that blows.

6 Cheerful I feast on heavenly fruit,
And bring the pleasures down, —

Pleasures that flow hard by the foot

Of the eternal throne.]
e 7 But ah ! how soon my joys decay I

How soon my sins arise,
And snatch the heavenly scene away

From these lamenting eyes.

e 8 When shall the time, dear Jesus, when,
The shining day appear.
That I shall leave these clouds of sin,
And guilt and darkness here .''

o 9 Up to the fields above the skies.

My hasty feet would go ;
o There everlasting flowers arise,

There joys unwithering grow.

HYMN 60. L. M. Green's, [*]
The Truth of God the Promiser.

1 "13 RAISE, everlasting praise, be paid
JL To him who earth's foundation laid :

Praise to the God, whose strong decrees
Sway the creation as he please.

2 Praise to the goodness of the Lord,
Who rules his people by his word ;
And there, as strong as his decrees,
He sets his kindest promises.

3 (Firm are the words his prophets give.
Sweet words, on which his children live ;
Each of them is the voice of God,

Who spoke, and spread the skies abroad.)

o 4 [Each of them powerful as that sound,
That bade the new-made world go round ;
And stronger than the solid poles,
On which the wheel of nature rolls.]

c 5 Whence then should doubts and fears arise .''
Why trickling sorrows drown our eyes ?

e Slowly, alas ! our mind receives
The comforts that our Maker gives.



Book II. HYMN 61, 62. 411

— 6 Oh, for a strong, a lasting faith,

To credit what the Almighty saith ; — •

To embrace the message of his Son,

And call the joys of heaven our own.
g 7 Then should the earth's old pillars shake,

And all the wheels of nature break ;

Our steady souls shall fear no more,

Than solid rocks when billov/s roar.

8 [Our everlasting hopes arise

Above the ruinable skies, —

Where the eternal Builder reigns,

And his own courts his power sustains.]

HYMN 61. CM. Isle of Wight, [b *]
Jl Thought of Death and Glory.
e 1 1%/TY soul, come meditate the day,
AjA. And think how near it stands,
When thou must quit this house of clay,
And fly to unknown lands.
p 2 (And you, mine eyes, look down and view
The hollow gaping tomb ;
This gloomy prison waits for you,
Whene'er the summons come.)
e 3 Oh ! could we die with those who die,

And place us in their stead ;

— Then would our spirits learn to fly,

And converse with the dead.

4 Then should we see the saints above.
In their own glorious forms ;

And wonder why our souls should love
To dwell with mortal worms.

5 [How we should scorn these clothes of flesh.
These fetters, and this load, —

And long for evening to undress,
That we may rest with God.]
o 6 We should almost forsake our clay,
Before the summons come ;
And pray and wish oiir souls away,
To their eternal home.

"~ HYMN 62. C. M. [b]

God the Thunderer.^
1 [OING to the Lord, ye heavenly hosts,

^3 And thou, O earth, adore ;
* Made in a great, sudden storm of thunder, Aug. 20, 169'!



412 HYMN 63, 64. Book 11.

Let death and hell, through all their coastS;,
Stand trembling at his power.

2 His sounding chariots shake the sky,
He makes the clouds his throne >

There all his stores of lightning lie,
Till vengeance darts them down.

3 His nostrils breathe out fiery streams 5
And, from his awful tongue,

A sovereign voice divides the flames.

And thunder rolls along.
e 4 Think, O my soul, the dreadful day^

When this incensed G-od
Shall rend the sky, and barn the sea,

And fling his wrath abroad !

5 What shall the wretch, the sinne? do ?■
He once defied the Lord !

But he shall dread the Thunderer now,
And sink beneath his word.

6 Tempests of angry fire shall roll,
To blast the rebel worm, —

And beat upon his naked soul
In one eternal storm.]

HYMN 63. C. M. Bishopsgate. [*]
A Funeral Thought.
e 1 "TTARK ! from the tombs a doleful sound !

-in Mine ears attend the cry —
d " Ye living men, come view the ground,
" Where you must shortly lie.
2 *' Princes, this clay must be your bed,

" In spite of all your towers ;
" The tall, the wise, the reverend head,
'^ Must lie as low as ours."
p 3 Great God ! is this our certain doom.''
And are we still secure !
Still walking downwards to our tomb,
And yet prepare no more !
—4 Grant us the powers of quickening grace,

To fit our souls to fly ;
o Then, when we drop this dying flesh,
We'll rise above the sky.

HYMN 64. L. M. Green's. All Saints. [*]

God the, Glory and Defence of Zlon.
1 "JP"g"APPY the church, thou sacred place.
The seat of thy Creator's grace j



Book II. HYMN 65, 66. 4m

Thy holy courts are his abode,

Thou earthly palace of our God.

2 Thy walls are strength, and at thy gates

A guard of heavenly warriors waits ;



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