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Book IL HYMN 12, 13. 381

o 4 Now, to the shining 1 realms above,

I stretch my hands and glance my eyes :
u O for the pinions of a dove,

To bear me to the upper skies !
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, [*]
Christ is the Substance of the Levitical Priesthood.
1 r¥l HE true Messiah now appears,
JL The types are all withdrawn :
o So fly the shadows and the stars,

Before the rising 1 dawn,
b 2 No smoking sweets, nor bleeding lambs,
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, —
e When God himself comes down to be

The off'ring and the priest.
-r-4 He took our mortal flesh, to show

The wonders of his love ;
c 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 open'd veins, —
And pleads his wounded side.

HYMN 13. L. M. Old Hundred. Blendon. [*]
The Creation, Preservation, Dissolution, and Resto-
ration of this World.

1 ^<ING to the Lord, who built the skies,
>^ The Lord, who rear'd this stately frame :

Let all the nations sound his praise,
And lands unknown repeat his name.

2 He form'd the seas, and form'd the hills,
Made ev'ry drop and ev'ry dust ;
Nature and time, with all their wheels,
And put them into motion first.

3 Now from his high imperial throne,
He looks far down upon the spheres j



382 HYMN 14, 15. Book II.

o He bids the shining orbs roll on,

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

'Till all his saints are gather'd 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,
o There's a new heav'n and earth for you.

HYMN 14. S. M. Little Marlboro'. [*]
The Lord^s Day : or^ Delight in Ordinances

1 "¥^7*ELCOME— sweet day of rest—

T f That saw the Lord arise !
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes.

— 2 The King himself comes near,

And feasts his saints to-day ;
c 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.

1 "jhlAR from my tho'ts, vain world begone, —
JO 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 heav'nly 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 Bless'd Jesus, what delicious fare ?

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

Redeeming grace and dying love.
o 6 Hail, great Emmanuel, all divine J

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

That eyes have seen, or angels known.

HYMN 16. L. M. Oporto. JVantwich. [*]
Part the Second.
o 1 ~j " ORD, what a heav'n of saving grace,

jL-J Shines through the beauties of thy face—
And lights our passion to a flame !
Lord, how we love thy charming name.

e 2 When I can say, my God is mine,

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

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

Our raptur'd 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 heav'nly trees I
—Yet now and then, dear Lord, bestow
A drop of heav'n on worms below.
6 Send comforts down from thy right hand,
While we pass thro' this barren land ;
And in thy temple let us see
A glimpse of love — a glimpse of thee.]

HYMN 17. C. M. Mitcham. Arundel. [*]
God's Eternity.
G 1 TJ ISE, rise, my soul, and leave the ground j
JLl/ Stretch all thy thoughts abroad,—



384 HYMN 18. Book If

And rouse up ev'ry tuneful sound,
To praise th' eternal God.

g 2 Long ere the lofty skies were spread,
Jehovah fill'd his throne ;
Or Adam form'd, or angels made,
Jehovah liv'd alone.

— 3 His boundless years can ne'er decrease,

But still maintain their prime ;
e 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 creatures — look, how old they grow, —

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 day,
When old creation dies.

HYMN 18. L. M. JVantwich. |*j
The Ministry of Angels.

1 [TTIGH on a hill of dazzling light,

JLjL The King of glory spreads his seat,
And troops of Angels stretch'd 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,
Smg and proclaim the Saviour's come.

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

Anon a heav'nly soldier flies,

And breaks the chains from Peter's hands.

4 Thy winged troops, O God of hosts,
Wait on thy wand'ring 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 \



Book II. HYMN 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 "I" ET others boast how strong they be,
JLi Nor death, nor danger fear ;

e But we'll confess, O Lord, to thee,

What feeble things we are.
e 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 1 Almighty Name,

That rear'd us from the dust.

d 5 [He spoke : and straight our hearts, and brains t
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.
© 1 X/C7"HY is my heart so far from thee,
7 ? 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 r ve ?
Where can such sweetness be,

As I have tasted in thy love,
As I have found in thee ?]

—s-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 II,

■ Ml ■ •

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.

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

7 [Sin's promis'd joys are turn'd to pain,
And I am drown 1 d 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 fasten'd to thy cross,
Rather than lose thy sight.

10 [Make haste my days to reach the goat,
And bring my heart to rest
On the dear centre of my soul,
My God, my Saviour's breast.]

HYMN 21. L. M. Dresden. [*]
JL Song of Praise to God the Kedeemer.

1 [TT ET the old heathens tune their song
M^d 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,
Yawn'd to receive me when I fell !

e 3 How justice frown'd, and vengeance stood}
To drive me down to endless pain !
But the great Son propos'd his blood,
And heav'nly wrath grew mild again.



Book II. HYMN 22, 23. 387

o 4 Infinite Lover, gracious Lord,

To thee be endless honours giv'n ;
g Thy wond'rous name shall be ador'd,

Round the wide earth and wider heav'n.l

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

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

JL How awful is thy thund'ring 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 thro',
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 bless'd saints, who love him too.
With rev'rence bow before his Name ;
Thus all the heav'nly servants do :

God is a bright and burning flame.]

HYMN 23. L. M. JVantwich. Green's. [*]
The Sight of God and Christ in Heaven.

1 T\ESCEND from heav'n, immortal Dove,
JLP Stoop down, and take us on thy wings, —
o And mount, and bear us far above

The reach of these inferior things ;
o 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, crown'd with light,

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

And thrones and pow'rs before hira fall j



8B8 HYMN 24. Book It

The God shines gracious thro' 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 ev'ry heav'nly 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 91tL Blendon. [*]
The Evil of Sin : — Fall of Angels and Men,

1 X7r7*HEN the great Builder arch'd the skies,

T ▼ And form'd all nature with a word,
The joyful cherubs tun'd his praise,
And ev'ry bending throne ador'd.

2 High in the midst of all the throng,
Satan, a tall archangel, sat ;
Among the morning stars he sung,
'Till sin destroy'd his heav'nly state.

3 'Twas sin that hurl' d him from his throne ;
Grov'ling in fire the rebel lies :

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

4 And thus our two first parents stood,
'Till sin defiPd the happy place ;
They lost their garden and their God,
And ruin'd all their unborn race :

5 [So sprung the plague from Adam's bow'r,
And spread destruction all aoroad ;

Sin, — the curs'd name — that in one houi,

Spoil'd 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 ;

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



Book II. HYMN 25, 26. 389

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

Complaining of Spiritual Sloth.

1 7V/I~Y drowsy powers, why sleep ye so !
JLtJl 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 :

<p Yet we, who have a heav'n t' 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 whom God the Son came down,

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

He purchas'd with his blood !
e 5 Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still,

And never act our parts !
*■— Come Holy Dove, from th 1 heav'nly hill,

And sit and warm our hearts.
p 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 [ ORD, we are blind, poor mortals blind ;

JLj We can't behold thy bright abode ;
O ! His 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 •
Peyond our praise thy grandeur flies,
Yet we adore, and yet we love.]

33*



390 HYMN 27, 28. Book It

HYMN 27. L. M. Blendon. [*]
Praise ye Him all his */Lngels. Ps. cxlviii, 2»
a 1 if^i OD, the eternal, awful name,

\JT That the whole heav'nly 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,
o But, O ye fiery flames, declare
The brighter glories of his face.

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

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

The beauties of your sov'reign King.

o 4 Tell how he shotrs his smiling face,
And clothes all heav'n in bright array;
Triumph and joy run thro' 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 ;

e That sacred fire dwells all above,
For we on earth have lost the name.

— 6 [Sing of his pow'r, and justice too,
That infinite right hand of his,
That vanquish'd Satan and his crew ;

o And thunder drove them down from bliss.

d 7 What mighty storms of poison'd darts
Were hurl'd upon the rebels there !
What deadly jav'lins nail'd their hearts,
Fast to the racks of long despair.

o 8 Shout to your King ye heav'nly host,

You that beheld the sinking foe ;

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

Let ev'ry distant nation hear :
—And while you sound his lofty praise,
e Let humble mortals bow, and fear I



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HYMN 28. C. M. Windsor, [b]
Death and Eternity.
TOOP down, my thoHs, that used to rise
Converse a while with death .



Book II. HYMN 29, 30. 391

e Think how a gasping mortal lies, —

And pants away his breath.
p 2 His quiv'ring lip hangs feeble down,

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

He bids the world adieu !
€ 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.
U 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.
— 6 Jesus, to thy dear faithful hand,

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

To drop into my dust.

HYMN 29. C. M. Devizes. [*]
Redemption by Price and Power.
1 1"ESUS, with all thy saints above,
Cr My tongue would bear her part j
o Would sound aloud thy saving iove,

And sing thy bleeding heart.
— 2 Bless'd be the Lamb, my dearest Lord,

Who bought me with his blood ;
e And quench'd his Father's flaming sword,

In his own vital flood.
o 3 The Lamb, that free'd my captive soul

From Satan's heavy chains ;
o And sent the lion down to howl,
Where hell and horrour reigns.
6 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. Kibworth. [»]
Heavenly Joy on Earth.
1 /~10ME, we who love the Lord,
V^ And let our joy« be known \



392 HYMN 31. Book ft

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

2 [The sorrows of the mind
Be banish'd from the place !
Religion never was design'd

To make our pleasures less.]
e 3 Let those refuse to sing,

Who never knew our God ;
o But fav'rites of the heav'nly 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.— r
t 5 This awful God is ours,—*-

Our Father and our love ;
O He shall send down his heav'nly pow'rs,

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 gr-ace 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 heav'nly fields^

Or walk the golden streets.

o 10 Then let our songs abound,

And ev'ry tear be dry ;
o We're marching through Emmanuel's ground, !

To fairer worlds on high.

HYMN 31. L. M. Sicilian, [b]
ChrisVs Presence makes Death easy.
'■ ["^E7"HY should we start, and fear to die !
T T What tim'rous worms we mortals are *



Book II. HYMN 32, 3a 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 terrours as she pass'd.

4 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. China, [b]
Frailty and Folly.
e 1 TTTTOW short and hasty is our life !

JlJL 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 hast'ning 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 sov'reign grace,

And lift our thoughts on high ;
That we may end this mortal race,
And see salvation nigh.

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

The blessed Society in Heaven.
1 T> AISE thee, my soul, fly up, and run
M\> Thro' ev'ry heav'nly 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 i
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, banish'd, 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,

€ -7 [But Oh, what beams of heav'nly grace
Transport them all the while !
Ten thousand smiles from Jesus' face,
And love in ev'ry smile !]

*e 8 Jesus, and when shall that dear day,
That joyful hour appear,= —
When I 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 f^l OME, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,
\^y With all thy quick'ning pow'rs, —
Kindle a flame of sacred love,
In these cold hearts of ours.
e 2 Look, how we grovel here below,

Fond of these trifling toys !
a 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 ;
a Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.



Book II. HYMN 35, 36. &>&

p 4 Dear Lord ! and shall we ever live
At this poor dying rate ?
Our love so faint, so cold to thee,
And thine to us so great ?

—5 Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,

With all thy quick'ning powers, —
o Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,

And that shall kindle ours.

HYMN 35. C. M. Mear. [*]
Praise for Creation and Redemption.
ell" ET them neglect thy glory, Lord,

JLi Who never know 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 the united Three,

The undivided One.

—3 'Twas he (and we'll adore his name)
Who form'd us by a word ;
'Tis he restores our ruin'd frame :
o Salvation to the Lord !

s 4 Hosanna ! — -let the earth and skies
Repeat the joyful sound j
Rocks, hills, and vales reflect the voice,
In one eternal round.

HYMN 36. S. M. Newton. [*]
ChrisVs Intercession.
1 "W/^7"ELL, the Redeemer's gone r
Y T T' 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 ;
If justice calls for sinner's blood,
The Saviour shews his own.

— 3 Before his Father's eye

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

And looks, and smiles, and lovea,



396 HYMN 37. Book II

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

€ 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. Sunday. [*]
The same.

1 [ " IFT up your eyes to th' heav'nly seat,

JLi Where your Redeemer stays :•
Kind Intercessor, there he sits,
And loves, and pleads, and prays.

2 'Twas well, my soul, he dy'd for thee.
And shed his vital blood, —

Appeas'd stern justice on the tree,
And then arose to God.

3 Petitions now and praise may rise,
And saints their ofF'rings 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 th' heav'nly host.)

5 Jesus alone shall bear my cries,
Up to his Father's throne :

He, dearest Lord, perfumes my sighs,
And sweetens ev'ry 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 IT. HYMN 38, 39, 40. 307



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HYMN 38. C. M. York. [*J

Love to God.
1 TTTTAPPY the heart where graces reign,

JLJL Where love inspires the breast :
Love is the brightest of the train,



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