HYMN 140, C. M. York. Reading. [b] A living and a dead Faith. e 1 MISTAKEN souls! that dream of heaven, And make their empty boast― Of inward joys, and sins forgiven, 2 Vain are our fancies' airy flights, o 3 'Tis faith, that changes all the heart; o 4 'Tis faith that conquers earth and hell This is the grace that shall prevail, e 5 (Faith must obey her Father's will, A pardoning God is jealous still, -6 When from the curse he sets us free, ་ o 7 His Spirit purifies our frame, HYMN 141. S. M Aylesbury. [b] The Humiliation and Exaltation of Christ. Isa. liii. 1-5, 10-12. e 1 Worthy salvation known? THO has believed thy word, o Reveal thine arm, Almighty Lord, And glorify thy Son."" e 2 The Jews esteemed him here p Sorrows his chief acquaintance were, And his companion grief 3 They turned their eyes away, p But 'twas their grief upon him lay; a 0 0 น e a 4 "Twas for the stubborn Jews, And Gentiles, then unknown, The God of justice pleased to bruise His best beloved Son. 5 "But I'll prolong his days. "And make his kingdom stand; "My pleasure," saith the God of grace, "Shall prosper in his hand. 6 ("His joyful soul shall see o 7 ("Thousands of captive slaves, "Shall quit their prisons, and their graves, "Who saw the follies men had done, e 1 P i HYMN 142. S. M. Bingham. [b] LIKE sheep we went of And broke the fold of God; Each wandering in a different way, 2 How dreadful was the hour, 3 How glorious was the grace, When Christ sustained the stroke! His life and blood the Shepherd pays,·· A ransom for the flock. a 4 His honour and his breath Joined with the wicked in his death, 7 J 0 5 But God shall raise his head, O'er all the sons of men; g And make him see a numerous seed, 6"I'll give him," saith the Lord, "He shall possess a large reward, HYMN 143. C. M. Barby. [*] Characters of the Children of God, from several Scriptures. b 1 S new-born babes desire the breast, A To reed, and grow, and thrive; So saints with joy the gospel taste, 2 [With inward gust, their heart approves They love the men their Father loves, 3 Not all the flattering baits on earth, 4 Not all the chains that tyrants use, -5 Grace, like an uncorrupted seed, The sons of God to sin. e 6 Not by the terrors of a slave, Do they perform his will; o But with the noblest powers they have, His sweet commands fulfill. -7 They find access at every hour Hence they derive a quickening power, o 8 O happy souls! O glorious state To dwell so near their Father's seat, e 9 Lord, I address thy heavenly throne; Call me a child of thine; Send down the Spirit of thy Son, To form my heart divine. -10 There shed thy choicest love abroad, And make my comforts strong; d Then shall I say, My Father, God, With an unwavering tongue. HYMN 144. C. M. Canterbury. York. [b] The witnessing and sealing Spirit. Rom. viii. 14, 16. Eph. i. 13, 14. e 1 WHY should the children of a king Go mourning all their days? o Great Comforter, descend, and bring Some tokens of thy grace. e 2 Dost thou not dwell in all the saints, When wilt thou banish my complaints, -3 Assure my conscience of her part And bear thy witness with my heart, 4 Thou art the earnest of his love,- HYMN 145. C. M. Sunday. Christmas. [*] 1 Christ and Aaron. Heb. vii. and ix. JA thousand glories more, ESUS, in thee our eyes behold Than the rich gems, and polished gold, The sons of Aaron wore. e 2 They first their own burnt-offerings brought, To purge themselves from sin; o Thy life was pure without a spot, And all thy nature clean. -3 [Fresh blood, as constant as the day, Was on their altars spilt; But thy one offering takes away, Forever, all our guilt. 4 Their priesthood ran through several hands, For mortal was their race, Thy never-changing office stands, e 5 Once in the circuit of a year, o 6 But Christ, by his own powerful blood, And, in the presence of our God, o 7 Jesus, the King of glory, reigns Looks like a lamb that has been slain, -8 He ever lives-to intercede Give him, my soul, thy cause to plead, HYMN 146. L. M. Oporto. Nantwich. [*] 'G meet; O worship at Emmanuel's feet, Earth is too narrow to express That righteous Branch, that fruitsul Bough, 5 IS HE a Rose? Not Sharon yields The valleys bless the rich perfume. |