54. Invitation to Sinners, or a Word from the Minister. INVITATION. SINNERS, the gladsome tidings hear, Ye weeping souls dry up your tears, When on the cross our Jesus died. Yea, let the vilest come to him O be ye reconcil'd to God! "Tis grace, free grace, that sounds abroad; How bright the beams of mercy shine, In this salvation so divine! 55. A Song of Praise. SYDENHAM. IN 'N God's own house pronounce his praise, To heav'n your joy and wonder raise, Let all your sacred passions move, While you rehearse his deeds; Your highest praise exceeds. Proclaim your Maker blest; My soul shall praise him best. 56. The Kingdom of Immanuel exalled. VICTORY: WHEN Jesus first, at heav'n's command, Descended from his azure throne, Attending Angels join'd his praise, Who claim'd the kingdoms for his own; Hail Immanuel! Immanuel we'll adore; And sound his fame from shore to shore. Girt with omnipotence and grace, The pow'rs of darkness trembling stood To bear the dire decree, and feel The vengeance of the mighty God. Not with the sword that warriors wear, But with a sceptre dipt in blood, He bends the nations to obey; And rules them by the love of God. Ride on and prosper, King of kings, Till all the pow'rs of hell resign Their dreadful trophies at thy feet, And endless glory shall be thine. 57. The Example of Christ and the Saints. CONDESCENSION. GIVE me the wings of faith to rise Within the veil, and see The saints above, how great their joys, Once they were mourning here below, I ask them whence their vict'ry came, Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, They mark'd the footsteps that he trod, Our glorious Leader claims our praise, While the long cloud of witnesses 58. The same as the 148th Psalm. MAJESTY. THE Lord Jehovah reigns, His throne is built on high; The garments he assumes, Are light and majesty: His glories shine with beams so bright, The thunders of his hand Keep the wide world in awe; To guard his holy law: And where his love resolves to bless, Through all his ancient works And breaks their curs'd designs: Strong is his arm, and shall fulfil And can this mighty King "My Father and my Friend?" I love his name! I love his word! Join, all my powers, and praise the Lord! 59. Reconciliation. CORNHILL. RAISE your triumphant songs To an immortal tune, Celestial grace hath done. Its chief beloved chose; From their abyss of woes. Nor terror clothes his brow, To fiercer flames below. 'Twas mercy fill'd the throne, And wrath stood silent by, When Christ was sent with pardon down To rebels doom'd to die. Now, sinners, dry your tears, Let hopeless sorrow cease; And take the offer'd peace. We lay an humble claim And love and praise thy name. F |