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HYMN CLXIII. (C. M.)
How low my hope of joys above !
How few affections there !]
5 Great God! thy sover'ign pow'r impart
To give thy word success; Our sins attempt to reign ;
Write thy salvation in my heart, Stretch out thine arm of conqu’ring
And make me learn thy grace. And let thy foes be slain. (grace,
6 (Shew my forgetful feet the way 9 [The lion with his dreadful roar
That leads to joys on high ; Affrights thy feeble sheep :
There knowledge grows without decay Reveal the glory of thy pow'r,
And love shall never die.] And chain him to the deep. 3 Muist we indulge a long despair ?
HYMN CLXVI. (C. M.) Shall our petitions die?
The divine perfections. Our mournings never reach thine ear, Nor tears affect thine eye ?] I HOW shall I praise th' eternal God,
That Infinite unknown? 4 If thou despise a mortal groan,
Who can ascend his high abode,
Or venture near his throne ?
Conceal'd in dazzling light;
But his all-searching eye reveals
The secrets of the night. And hell in vain oppose.
3 Those watchful eyes, that never sleep 6 How boundless is our Father's grace,
Survey the world around;
His wisdom is a boundless deep,
Where all our thoughts are drown'd.) His Spirit is our strength.
4 [Speak we ofstrength? His arm is strong
To save or to destroy ;
Infinite years his life prolong,
And endless is his joy.] The end of the world. 1 WHY should this earth delight us so?
5 He knows no shadow of a change,
Nor alters his decrees;
Firm as a rock his truth remains.
To guard his promises.) 2 While time bis sharpest teeth prepares
(Sinners before his presence die: Our comforts to devour,
How holy is his name! There is a land above the stars,
His anger and his jealousy And joys abore his pow'r.
Buru like devouring flame.] 3 Nature shall be dissolv'd and die,
7 Justice upon a dreadful throne The sun must end his race,
Maintains the rights of God, The earth and sea for ever fly
Wbile mercy sends her pardons down, Before my Saviour's face.
Bought with a Saviour's blood. 4 When will that glorious morning rise?
$ Now to my soul, immortal King, When the last trumpet sound,
Speak some forgiving word;
Then 'twill be double joy to sing
The glories of my Lord.
HYMN CLXVII. (L. M.) l'nfruitfulness, ignorance, and unsunc
The same. tified" affections. I LONG have I sat beneath the sound
I GREAT God! thy glories shall employ Of thy salvation, Lord ;
My holy fear, my humble joy ; But still how weak my faith is found, My lips, in songs of honour, bring And knowledge of thy word !
Their tribute to th' eternal King. 2 Oft I frequent thy holy place, 2 (Earthand th'stars,andworlds unknown And hear almost in vain :
Depend precarious on his throne ; How sinall a portion of thy grace
All nature hangs upon his word,
And grace and glory own their Lord.] (My dear Almighty, and my God, 3 [Mis sov'reignpow'r what mortal knows! How little art thou known
It he command, who dares oppose ! By all the judgments of thy rod, With strength he girds himself around, And blessings of thy throne!)
And treads the rebels to the ground.] 4. (How cold and feeble is my love ! + [Who shall pretend to teach him skill, How negligent my fear!
Or guide the councils of his will?
His wisdom, like a sea divine,
His wrath and justice stand Flows deep and high beyond our line.] To guard his holy law;
And where his love, 5.(His name is holy, and his eye
Resolves to bless, Burns with immortal jealousy;
His truth confirms He hates the sons of pride and sheds
And seals the grace. His fiery vengeance on their heads.]
3 Thro' all bis ancient works 6 (The beamings of his piercing sight
Surprising wisdom shines, Bring dark hypocrisy to light;.
Confounds the pow'r of hell, Death and destruction naked lie,
And breaks their curs'd designs: And hell uncover'd to his eye.]
Strong is his arm, 7 [Th'eternal law before him stands; And shall fulfil His justice with impartial hands,
His great decrees, Divides to all their due reward,
His sov'reign will. Or by the sceptre or the sword.]
4 And can this mighty King [His merry like a boundless sea, Of glory condescend? Washes our load of guilt away;
And will he write his name, While his own Son came down and “ My father and my friend?” dy'd,
I love his name, T'engage his justice on our side.)
I love his word:
Join all my pow'rs, 9 (Each of his words demands my faith
And praise the Lord.
HYMN CLXX. (L. M.)
God incomprehensible and sovereign. “ Thou art my God," and I'll rejoiced
| *[CAN creatures, to perfection, find Fillid with thy love, I dare proclaim
Th'eternal uncreated mind? The brightest bonours of thy name.
Or can the largest stretch of thought
Measure and search his nature out? HYMN CLXVIII. (L. M.) 2 'Tis high as heav'n, 'tis deep as hell;
And what can mortals know, or tell? The same.
His glory spreads beyond the sky,
And all the shining worlds on high. i JEHOVAH reigns, his throne is high, Ilis robes are light and inajesty;
3 But man, vain man, would fain be
wise, His glory shines with beains so bright, No mortal can sustain the sight.
Born, like a wild young colt he flies
Thro all the follies of his mind, 2 His terrors keep the world in awe, And swells and snuffs the empty wind.)
His justice guards his holy law,
4 God is a king of pow's unknown, His truth and promise seal the grace.
Firın are the orders of his throne:
If he resolve, who dare oppose, 3 Thro' all his works his wisdom shines, Or ask him why, or what he does ?
And baffles Satan's deep desig ns
5 He wounds the heart, and he makes The noblest counsels of his will.
He calıs the tempest of the soul: 4 And will the giorious Lord descend When he shuts up in long despair, To be my father and my friend?
Who can remove the heavy bar?
6 + He frowns, and darkness veils the
The fainting sun grows dim at noon: HYMN CLXIX.
The pillars of heav'n's starry roof
Tremble and start at his reproof. The same as the cxlviiith Psalm.
7 He gave the vaulted heav'n its form, 1. THE Lord Jehovah reigns,
The crooked serpent and the worm; His throne is built on high :
He breaks the billows with bis breath, The garments he assumes
And sprites the sons of pride to death. Are lig lit and majesty;
g These are a portion of his ways;
But who shall dare describe bis face?
Who can endure his light? or stand
To hear the thunders of his hand? Can bear the sigut. 2 The thunders of his hand
* Job xi. 7, &c. keep the wide world in awe;
+ Job xxv, 5. I Job xxvi. 11, &c.
Prepared for the Holy Ordinance of the Lord's Supper.
HYMN I. (L. M.)
We are but ser'ral parts
Of the samé broken bread : The Lord's supper instituted, 1 Cor. xi.
One body hath its several limnbs,
But Jesus is the head. I TWAS on that dark,that doleful night, 6 Let all our pow'rs be join'd, When pow'rs of earth and hell arose His glorious name to raise : Against the Son of God's delight, Pleasure and love fill ev'ry mind,
And friends betray'd him to his foes : And ev'ry voice be praise. 2 Before the mournful scene began, He took the bread, and bless'd and
HYMN III. (C. M.) brake: What love thro' all his actions ran!
The New Testament in the blood of What wondrous words of grace he
Christ; or, The new covenant scaled. spake!
1 “THE promise of my Father's love 3 "This is my body, broke for sin,
Shall stand for ever good :" "Receive and eat the living food."
He said, and gave his soul to death, Then took the cup and bless'd the wine; And seal'd the grace with blood. "Tis tbe new cov'nant in my blood.'
2 To this dear cov’nant of thy word 4 [For us his flesh with nails was torn,
I set my wortbless name : He bore the scourge, he felt the thorn; I seal th'engagement to my Lord, And justice pour'd upon his head
And make my humble claim. ks beasy vengeance, in our stead.
3 The light, and strength, and pard’ning For ns his vital blood was split,
grace, To buy the pardon of our guilt ;
And glory shall be mine : When, for black crimes of biggest size,
My life and soul, my heart and flesh, He gare his soul a sacrifice.]
And all my pow'rs are thine. 6 "Do this, he cry'd, 'till time shall end, 4 I call that legacy my own
"In mem’ry of your dying friend ; Which Jesus did bequeath; “Meet at my table, and record
'Twas purchas'd with a dying groan, “ The love of your departed Lord.”
And ratify'd in death. 7 [Jesus, thy feast we celebrate,
6 Sweet is the mem'ry of his name, We shew thy death, we sing thy name, Who bless'd us in his will, 'Till thou return, and we shall eat
And to his testament of love
Made his own life the seal.
HYMN IV. (C. M.)
Christ's dying love : or, our pardon
boughi al a dear price. 1 JESUS invites his saints To meet around his board;
1 HOW condescending, and how kind, Here pardon'd rebels sit and hold
Was God's eternal Son! Communion with their Lord.
Our mis’ry reach'd his heav'nly mind,
And pity brought him down. 2 For food he gives his flesh; He bids us drink his blood :
2 (When justice, by our sins provok'd, Amazing favour! matchless grace.
Drew forth its dreadful sword, Of our descending God!
He gave his soul up to the stroke,
Without a murm'ring word.) 3 This holy bread and wine
3 He sunk beneath our heavy woes,. Maintains our fainting breath,
To raise us to his throne : By union with our Living Lord,
There's ne'er'a gift his hand bestows, And int'rest in his death.
But cost bis heart a groan.] 4 Our heav'nly Father calls
This was compassion like a God, Christ and his members one:
That when the Saviour knew We the young children of his love, The price of pardon was his blood, And he the first-born Son.
His pity ne'er withdrew.
s Now tho' he reigns exalted high, 4 Let sinful sweets be all forgot, His love is still as great ;
And earth grow less in our esteem ; Well he remembers Calvary,
Christ and his love fill ev'ry thought, Nor lets his saints forget.
And faith and hope be fix'd on him. 6 [Here we behold his bowels roll 5 While he is absent from our sight, As kind as when he dy'd,
'Tis to prepare our souls a place, And see the sorrows of his soul
That we may dwell in hear'nly light, Bleed thro' his wounded side.)
And live for ever near bis face. 7 (Here we receive repeated seals 6 (Our eyes look upwards to the hills Of Jesus' dying love :
Whence our returning Lord shall come; Hard is the wretch that never feels We wait thy chariot's awful wheels, One soft affection inove.]
To fetch our longing spirits home.] 8 Here let our hearts begin to melt,
HYMN VII. (L. M.) While we his death record, And, with our joy for pardon d guilt, | Crucifixion to the world, by the cross of Mourn that we pierc'd the Lord.
Christ, Gal. ri. 14.
I WHEN I survey the wond'rous cross HYMN V. (C. M.)
On which the Prince of glory dy'd,
My richest gain I count but loss, Christ the bread of life, John vi. 31, And pour contempt on all my pride. 35, 39.
2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should hoast, 1 LET us adore th' eternal Word,
Save in the death of Christ my God: 'Tis he our souls has fed :
All the vain things that charm ine most, Thou art our living stream, O Lord,
I sacrifice them to bis blood. And thou th’iminortal bread. 3 See from his head, his hands, bis feet, 2 [The manna came from lower skies, Sorrow and love fow mingled down But Jesus from above, [rise,
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet? Where the fresh spriugs of pleasure Or thorns compose so rich a crown? And rivers flow with love.
4 [His dying crimson, like a robe, 3 The Jews, the fathers, dy'd at last,
Spreads o'er his body on the tree; Who ate that heav'nly bread;
Then am I dead to all the globe, But those provisions which we taste
And all the globe is dead to me.] Can raise us from the dead.] 5 Were the whole realm of nature mine, 4 Bless'd be the Lord that gives his flesh That were a present far too small: To nourish dying men;
Love so amazing, so divine, And often spreads his table fresh. Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Lest we should faint again,
HYMN VIII. (C. M.)
The tree of life.
1 [COME, let us join a joyful tuue
To our exalted Lord, 6 Daily our mortal flesh decays,
Ye saints on high around his throne, But Christ our life shall come ;
And we around his board. His unresisted pow'r shall raise 2 While once upon this lower ground Our bodies from the tomb.
Weary and faint ye stood,
What dear refreshments here ye found HYMN VI. (L. M.)
From this immortal food! The memorial of our absent Lord.
3 The Tree of Life, that near the throne
In heav'n's bigh garden grows, John xvi. 16. Luke xxii. 19. John xiv, 3. Laden with grace, bends gently down
Its ever-smiling boughs. i JESUS is gone above the skies, Where our weak senses reach bim not:
4 [Hov'ring amongst the leaves, there
stands And carnal objects court our eyes. To thrust ourSaviour from our thought.
T'he sweet celestial Dove,
And Jesus on the branches hangs 2 He knows what wand'ring hearts we The banner of his love.] hare,
5 ( 'Tis a young heav'n of strange delight Apt to forget his lovely face:
While in his shade we sit ; And, to refresh our minds, be gave His fruit is pleasing to the sight, These kind memorials of his grace. And to the taste as sweet. The Lord of life this table spread 6 New life it spreads thro'dying hearts, With his own thesh and dying blood ; And chears the drooping mind? We on the rich prorision feed,
Vigour and joy the juice imparts, And taste the wine, and bless the God. Wilbont a sting behind.]
7 Now let the flaming weapon stand, Here, on the cross, 'tis fairest drawn. And guard all Eden's trees :
In precious blood, and crimson lines. There's ne'er a plant in all that land
3 [Here his whole name appears comThat bears such fruit as these.
plete ; & lofinite grace our souls adore,
Nor wit can guess, nor reason prove,
4 Here I behold his inmost heart,
Where grace and vengeance strangely
To make the purchas'd pleasures mine.
50! the sweet wonders of that cross, I LET all our tongues be one,
Where God the Saviour lov'd, and dy'd! To praise our God on high,
Her noblest life my Spirit draws Who from bis bosom sent his Son,
From his dear wounds, and bleeding To fetch us strangers nigh.
side. : Nor let our voices cease
6 I would for ever speak his name To sing the Saviour's name;
In sounds to mortal ears unknown Jesus, th' Ambassador of peace,
With angels join to praise the Lamb, How cheerfully he came !
And worship at his Father's throne. 3 It cost him cries and tears To bring us near to God;
HYMN XI. (C. M.) Great was our debt, and he appears
Pardon brought to our senses. To make the payment good.]
| LORD, how divine thy comforts are! (My Saviour's pierced side Pour'd out a double tlood;
How heav'nly is the place,
Where Jesus spreads the sacred feast By water we are purify'd,
Of his redeeming grace! And pardon'd by the blood.
2 There the rich bounties of our God, Infinite was our guilt,
And sweetest glories shine; But he, our Priest, atones;
There Jesus says, “ That I am his, On the cold ground his life was spilt, “ And my Beloved's mine," And offer'd with his groans.]
3 Here, (says the kind redeeming Lord, Look op, my soul, to him
And shews his wounded side) Whose death was thy desert,
" See here the spring of all your joys, And humbly view the living stream That open'd when I dy'd!" Flow from his breaking heart. 4 [He smiles, and chears my mournful
heart, There, on the cursed tree,
And tells of all his pain :
“All this, says be, I bore for thee,” And all our wants supplies.
And then he smiles again.]
5 What shall we pay our heav'nly King Thus the Rcdecmer came,
Por grace so vast as this?
He brings our pardon to our eyes,
6 (Let such amazing loves as these While the eternal Three
Be sounded all abroad; Bear their record above,
Such favours are beyond degrees, Here I believe he dy'd for me,
And worthy of a God.] And seal my Saviour's love.
7 [To him that wash'd us in his blood 10 (Lord cleanse my soul from sin,
Be everlasting praise, Nor let thy grace depart;
Salvation, honour, glory, pow'r, Great Comforter, abide within,
Eternal as his days.]
HYMN XU. (L. M.)
The Gospel-Feast, Luke xiv. 16, &c.
1 (HOW rich are thy provisions, Lord !
Thy table furnish'd from above!
To spread her Maker's praise abroad ; The cup o'erflows with heav'nly love.
2 Thine ancient fainily, the Jews, Shews something worthy of a God:
Were first invited to the feast : 2 But in the grace that rescu'd man, We humbly take what they refuse,
His brightest form of glory shines; And Gentiles thy salvation taste.