e 4 But ere one fleeting hour is past,
The flatt'ring 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.
e 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'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 goal,
And bring my heart to rest
On the dear centre of my soul,
My God, my Saviour's breast.]
HYMN 21. L. M. [*]
A Song of Praise to God the Redeemer.
ET the old heathens tune their song
LT gre o Dianatius t neve;
But the sweet theme that moves my tongue, Is my Redeemer and his love.
e 2 Behold a God descends and dies,
o save my soul from gaping hell:
How the black gulph 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,
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.]
HYMN 22. L. M. Psalm 97. [*]
With GOD is terrible Majesty.
ERRIBLE God, who reign'st on high,
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. Nantwich. Green's. [*]
The Sight of GOD and CHRIST in Heaven.
ESCEND from heav'n, immortal Dove,
Stoop down, and take us on thy wings,
o And mount, and bear us far above
The reach of these inferior things;
• 2 Beyond, beyond this lower sky,
Up where eternal ages roll,-
Where solid pleasures never die,
And fruits immortal feast the soul.
e 3 0 for a sight, a pleasant sight--
Of our Almighty Father's throne!
There sits our Saviour, crown'd with light,
Cloth'd in a body like our own.
g 4 Adoring saints around him stand,
And thrones and pow'rs before him fall;
The God shines gracious thro' the man,
And sheds sweet glories on them all.
o 50, 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 97th. Blendon. [*]
The Evil of Sin:-Fall of Angels and Men.
THEN the great Builder arch'd the skies, 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 down,
Son of the morning, from the skies!
4 And thus our two first parents stood,
"Till sin defii'd 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 abroad;
Sin, the curs'd name-that in one hour,
Spil'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;
Thine everlasting arm we sing,
For sin the monster bleeds and dies.
HYMN 25. C. M. Reading. Plymouth.
Complaining of Spiritual Sloth.
1 My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so!
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:
e 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 labour'd 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' heav'nly hill,
And sit and warm our hearts.
o 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.
GOD Invisible.
1 [ ORD, we are blind, poor mortals blind; We can't behold thy bright abode:
O! tis 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:
Beyond our praise thy grandeur flies,
Yet we adore, and yet we love.]
HYMN 27. L. M. Blendon. [*] Praise ye Him all his Angels. Ps. cxlviii, 2. a 140D, the eternal, awful name,
That the whole heav'nly army fears!
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,
But, O ye fiery flames, declare
The brighter glories of his face.
e 3 'Tis not for such poor worms as we,
To speak so infinite a thing;
-But your immortal eyes survey
The beauties of your sovʼreign King.
4. Tell how he shows 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;
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.
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.] u 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!
HYMN 28. C. M. Windsor. [b]
Death and Eternity.
TOOP down, my tho'ts, that used to rise;
Converse a while with death;
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