The vail it is torn,
And paradise gain'd: The Father hath sworn; His promise shall stand.
Our nature's releas'd
From sin, death, and hell; Jehovah is pleas'd
With man for to dwell;
A fit habitation,
In spirit, for God;
A blest, new creation,
Pronounc'd very good,
We mourn not the hour
When Adam did fall,
When his will and pow'r
Were forfeited all ;
Nor are we now griev'd,
His glory and crown
Could not be retriev'd
By works of his own.
It was on this ground,
The myst❜ry of grace
Did much more abound,
When Jesus took place
Of man, the offender,
To die as our sin;
And righteousness render
Complete, and brought in.
By this was made known
God's nature as love:
This we, in his Son,
For ever shall prove.
By means of transgression
This grace was reveal'd:
This is our confession,
A truth God has seal'd.
When Adam was pure,
Yet mutable he :
In Jesus more sure,
Immutable we ;
More highly exalted
In Christ the God-man,
Ne'er to be assaulted
By satan again.
THE King of saints, how fair his face,
Adorn'd with majesty and grace!
He comes with blessings from above,
And wins the nations to his love.
At his right hand, our eyes behold
The queen array'd in purest gold;
The world admires her heav'nly dress;
Her robe of joy and righteousness.
He forms her beauties like his own,
He calls and seats her near his throne;
Fair stranger, let thine heart forget
The idols of thy native state.
So shall the King the more rejoice
In thee, the fav'rite of his choice;
Let him be lov'd, and yet ador'd,
For he's thy Maker and thy Lord.
O happy hour, when thou shalt rise
To his fair palace in the skies!
And all thy sons (a numʼrous train)
Each like a prince in glory reign.
Let endless honours crown his head; Let ev'ry age his praises spread; While we with cheerful songs approve The condescension of his love.
HYMN 23. P.M.
COME, thou long expected Jesus,
Born to set thy people free ;
From our fears and sins release us,
Let us find our rest in thee;
Israel's strength and consolation,
Hope of all the saints thou art ;
Dear desire of ev'ry nation,
Joy of every longing heart.
Born thy people to deliver;
Born a child, and yet a king;
Born to reign in us for ever,
Now thy gracious kingdom bring:
By thine own eternal spirit,
Rule in all our hearts alone;
By thine all-sufficient merit,
Raise us to thy glorious throne.
HYMN 24. P.M.
THE builder, whom true wisdom sways, First the foundation deeply lays ;
Prepar'd against each shock;
Our Builder, sure of his own plan,
Founded us deeply in the man,
On God, th' eternal Rock.
Christ is that precious corner-stone,
Which all his church is built upon;
Nor can it ever fall:
The prophets, and apostles too,
Other foundation never knew
Than Jesus, Lord of all.
Christ, in this building, is the door;
And always open to the poor,
Who would approach their God:
Nor, though they're naked, need they fear,
For Christ is yea; boldly draw near,
And plead redeeming blood.
As windows rang'd, admit the light
To chase the horrors of the night,
Enlight'ning ev'ry part :
So, in our Saviour's lovely face,
The Godhead shines in love and grace,
To cheer the human heart.
The stone the builders did refuse,
Which human wisdom ne'er will choose,
Is here the head-stone seen;
Brought forth with joy to make all fast ;
Christ is the first stone and the last ;
The church is safe between.
The spacious roof, extended wide,
Lock'd in secure on ev'ry side,
Braves all the storms that fall :
Christ is that cov'ring; suited well,
To shelter man from storms of hell ;
O, Christ! thou art our all.
INFINITE excellence is thine,
Thou lovely Prince of grace;
Thine uncreated beauties shine
With never-fading rays.
Sinners, from earth's remotest end,
Come bending at thy feet:
To Thee their pray'rs and vows ascend,
In Thee their wishes meet.
Thy name, as precious ointment shed,
Delights the church around;
Sweetly the sacred odour's spread
Through all Immanuel's ground.
Millions of happy spirits live
On thine exhaustless store;
From Thee they all their bliss receive,
And still thou givest more.
Thou art their triumph, and their joy;
They find their all in Thee :
Thy glories will their tongues employ
Through all eternity.
THE Father's love to man so free,
Made us the fulness of the Son :
The Son, he wills that we should be
With him, where'er he is, as one.
In him a new creation made,
No more to fail, but to endure ;
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