Our tongues rejoice in tres of praise 9 And while our faith enjoys the sight, HYMN 92. C. M. (*) The church saved, and her enemies disappointed; or, deliverance from treason. 1 HOUT to the Lord, and let our joys Through the whole nation run: Ye western skies, resound the noise 2 Thee, mighty God, our souls admire ; 3 Thy power the whole creation rules, 4 Thy scorn derides their feeble rage, Flings vast confusion on their plots, 5 [Their secret fires in caverns lay, But gloomy caverns strove in vain 6 Their dark designs were all reveal'd; Praise to the Lord, who broke the snare 7 In vain the busy sons of het Their souls shall pine with envious rage, 8 Almighty grace defends our land HYMN 93. S. M. God all, and in all. 1 M Psalm Ixxiii. 25. God, my life, my love, 2 [Thy shining grace can cheer 3 The smilings of thy face, 'Tis heaven to rest in thine embrace, And no where else but there. To thee, and thee alone, 5 Not all the harps above 6 Nor earth, nor all the sky, [*] No, not a drop of real joy, 7 Thou art the sea of love, 1 Where all my pleasures roll; [To thee my spirits fly, With infinite desire; And yet how far from thee I lie! HYMN 94. C. M. God my only happiness. Psalm 1xxiii. 25. MMy everlasting all! Y God, my portion, and my love, I've none but thee in heaven above, 2 [What empty things are all the skies, There's nothing here deserves my joys: S [In vain the bright, the burning sun, 'Tis thy sweet beams create my noon; And whilst upon my restless bed 5 To thee I owe my wealth, and friends, And health, and safe abode; Thanks to thy name for meaner things, mm w 6 How vain a toy is glitt'ring wealth, 7 Were I possessor of the earth, 8 Let others stretch their arms like seas, HYMN 95. C. M. Look on him whom they pierced, and mourn. Hell and the Jews conspir'd his death, 2 Oh! the sharp pangs of smarting pain When knotty whips, and jagged thorns, 3 But knotty whips and jagged thorns, In vain I blame the Roman bands, 4 'Twere you, my sins, my cruel sins, Each of my crimes became a nail, 5 "Twere you that pull'd the vengeance down Upon his guiltless head: Break, break, my heart-oh, burst mine 6 Strike, mighty grace, my finty soul, [eyes, And deep repentance drown mine eyes HYMN 96. C. M. Distinguishing love; or, angels punished and men saved. 1 D The rebel-angels fell, OWN headlong from their native skies And thunder-bolts of flaming wrath 2 Down from the top of earthly bliss, 8 Oh, love of infinite degree! 4 Must angels sink forever down, 5 Oh, for this love, let earth and skies And the full choir of human tongues FRO HYMN 97. L. M. The same. ROM heaven the sinning angels fell, |