6" Deep on the palms of both my hands "I have engrav'd her name;

"My hands shall raise her ruin'd walls, And build her broken frame."

HYMN CLXXXVII.

WATTS.

Long Metre.

The Glory and Grace of Christ.

1 NOW to the Lord a noble song! Awake, my soul; awake, my tongue; Hosanna to th' eternal name,

And all his boundless love proclaim. 2 See where it shines in Jesus' face, The brightest image of his grace; God, in the person of his Son,

Has all his noblest works outdone.

3 The spacious earth and spreading flood, Proclaim the wise, the powerful God; And thy rich glories from afar,

Sparkle in every rolling star.

4 But in thy Son a glory shines,
Drawn out in far superior lines;
The lustre of redeeming grace
Outshines the beams of nature's face.
5 Grace! 'tis a pure celestial theme,
Our thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name!
Ye angels, dwell upon the sound;
Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground.
6 O may we reach that glorious place,
Where we shall see him face to face;
Where all his saints, from death restor❜d,
Shall be for ever with the Lord!
WATTS, varied.

HYMN CLXXXVIII. Long Metre.

Glory to Christ, our Priest and King.

1 NOW to the Lord, who makes us know
The wonders of his dying love,
Be humble honours paid below,
And strains of nobler praise above.

2 'Twas he who cleans'd us from our sins,
And wash'd us in his precious blood;
'Tis he who makes us priests and kings,
And brings us rebels near to God.
3 To Jesus, our atoning Priest,
To Jesus, our eternal King,
Be universal power confess'd,
And every tongue his glory sing.

4 Behold, on flying clouds he comes !
And every eye shall see him move!
Though with our sins we pierc'd him once,
Then he displays his pard'ning love.
5 The unbelieving world shall wail,
Whilst we rejoice to see the day;
Come, Lord, nor let thy promise fail,
Nor let thy chariot long delay.

WATTS.

HYMN CLXXXIX. Long Metre.
Salvation by Grace.

1 NOW to the power of God supreme
Be everlasting honours given ;

He saves from sin, we bless his name,
And calls our wandering feet to heaven.

2 Not for our duties or deserts,

But of his own abundant grace,

6 works salvation in our hearts, And forms a people for his praise. 3 'Twas his own purpose that begun To rescue sinners doom'd to die ; He gave us grace in Christ his Son, Before he spread the starry sky.

4 Jesus, the Lord, appears at last,
And makes his Father's counsels known;
Declares the great transactions past,
And brings immortal blessings down.
5 He dies, and in that dreadful night
Did all the powers of hell destroy;
Rising, he brought our heaven to light,
And took possession of the joy.

WATTS.

HYMN CXC.

Common Metre.

Divine Goodness in Afflictions.

1 NOW to thy heavenly Father's praise,
My heart, thy tribute bring;
That goodness which prolongs my days,
With grateful pleasure sing.

2 Whene'er he sends afflicting pains,
His mercy holds the rod;
His powerful word the heart sustains,
And speaks a faithful God.

3 A faithful God is ever righ,

When humble grief implores;

His ear attends each plaintive sigh,
He pities and restores.

4 My grateful soul would humbly bring
Her tribute to thy throne;

Accept the wish, my God, my King,
To make thy goodness known.

5 O be the life, thy hand restores,
Devoted to thy praise !

To thee I consecrate my powers,
To thee, my future days.

6 Thy soul-enlivening grace impart,
A warmer love inspire;

And be the breathings of my heart
Dependence and desire.

1 NOW winter throws his icy chains,
Encircling nature round:

How bleak, how comfortless the plains,
With verdure lately crown'd!

2 The sun withdraws his vital beams,
And light and warmth depart;
And drooping, lifeless naturaseems
An emblem of my heart.

3 My heart, where mental winter reigns,
In night's dark mantle clad,
Confin'd in cold, inactive chains,
How desolate and sad!

4 Ere long the sun, with genial ray,
Shall cheer the mourning earth;
And blooming flowers, and verdure
Renew their annual birth.

5 So, if my soul's bright Sun impart
His all-enlivening smile,

gay,

The vital ray shall cheer my heart,
Till then a frozen soil.

6 Then faith and hope and love shall rise, Renew'd to lively bloom,

And breathe, accepted to the skies,
Their humble, sweet perfume.

7 Great Source of light, thy beams display, My drooping joys restore,

And guide me to the seats of day,
Where winter frowns no more.

HYMN CXCII.

Mrs. STEELE.

Common Metre.

Charity.

1 O CHARITY! thou heavenly grace!
All tender, soft and kind!
A friend to all the human race,
To all that's good inclin'd!

2 The man of charity extends
To all his liberal hand;

His kindred, neighbours, foes and friends,
His pity may command.

3 He aids the poor in their distress,
He hears when they complain;
With tender heart delights to bless,
And lessen all their pain.

4 The sick, the prisoner, poor and blind,
And all the sons of grief,

In him a benefactor find;
He loves to give relief.

5 'Tis love that makes religion sweet,
'Tis love that makes us rise,