But heav'nly Majesty comes down, And bows to hearken to our tongues. e 3 Great God! what poor returns we pay, Words are but air, and tongues but clay, HYMN 46. L.M. 1 Weldon. Portugal. [*] GOD's Condescension to Human Affairs. Und views the nations from afar, o Let everlasting praises fly, And tell how large his bounties are. p 2 [He who can shake the worlds he made, e 3 God, who must stoop to view the skies, He hears us in the mournful hour, 07 Oh! could our thankful hearts devise o To the third heav'n our songs should rise, 。 1 NOW to the Lord a noble song! Awake, my soul; awake, my tongue; Hosanna to th' Eternal Name, u And all his boundless love proclaim b 2 See where it shines in Jesus' face, The brightest image of his grace; -God, in the person of his Son, Has all his mightiest works outdone. e 3 The spacious earth, and spreading flood, o 4 But in his looks a glory stands, OW vain are all things here below, Each pleasure hath its poison too, 2 The brightest things below the sky, We should suspect some danger nigh, 3 Our dearest joys, and nearest friends, 4 The fondness of a creature's love, o 5 Dear Saviour, let thy beauties be • And grace command my heart away From all created good. 1 [ HYMN 49. C. M. [*) DEATH cannot make our souls afraid, If God be with us there; We may walk through the darkest shade, And never yield to fear. 2 I could renounce my all below, If my Creator bid; And run, if I were call'd to go, And die as Moses did. 3 Might I but climb to Pisgah's top, 4 Clasp'd in my heav'nly Father's arms, And lose my life among the charms HYMN 50. L. M. [*] Comforts under Sorrows and Pains. 1 [OW let the Lord my Saviour smile, And shew my name upon his heart; I would forget my pains awhile, 5 When the last fire burns all things here, HYMN 51. L. M. Blendon. [*] P1B Our spirits bow before thy seat; RIGHT King of glory, dreadful God! To thee we lift an humble thought, 2 [Thy pow'r hath form'd, thy wisdom sways, All nature with a sov'reign word: And the bright world of stars obeys The will of their superior Lord. -3 Mercy and truth unite in one, And smiling sit at thy right hand; g Eternal justice guards thy throne, And vengeance waits thy dread command.] -4 A thousand seraphs, strong and bright,, Stand round the glorious Deity: But who, amongst the sons of light, A full equality with God. -6 Their glory shines with equal beams; Tho' they are known by diff'rent names, o 7 Then let the Name of Christ our King, His praise let ev'ry angel sing, HYMN 52. C. M. Bangor. [b] 1 [DEATH' 'tis a melancholy day, To those who have no God, When the poor soul is forc'd away To seek her last abode. 2 In vain to heav'n she lifts her eyes; Still drags her downward from the skies, 3 Awake, and mourn, ye heirs of hell, You must be driv'n from earth to dwell 4 See how the pit gapes wide for you, And thou, my soul, look downward too, 5 He is a God of sov'reign love, 6 Prepare me, Lord, for thy right hand, Come, death, and some celestial band, e 1 HYMN 53. C. M Zion, [b*] The Pilgrimage of the Saints. No cheering fruits, no wholesome trees, 2 But pricking thorns thro' all the ground, And mortal poisons grow; And all the rivers that are found, o 3 Yet the dear path to thine abode: Lord! we would keep the heav'nly road, 4 [Our souls shall tread the desart through, With undiverted feet; And faith and flaming zeal subdue The terrours that we meet.] e 5 (A thousand savage beasts of prey Around the forest roam; o But Judah's Lion guards the way, And guides the strangers home.) e 6 Long nights and darkness dwell below, With scarce a twinkling ray; o But the bright world to which we go, Is everlasting day. -7 By glimm'ring hopes, and gloomy fears, We trace the sacred road; |