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2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love,
And trusts for life in one that died ;
From a Redeemer, crucified.
And fling its scandals on the cause ;
And make our triumph in his cross. 4 With joy, we tell the scoffing age,
He that was dead has left his tomb ;
The Incarnation of the Word.
To our incarnate Lord !
Adore th' Eternal Word.
By whom the worlds were made,
Was once in flesh array’d.
In all their glorious forms ;
To dwell with sinful worms.
The Saviour left the skies ;
That wretched' man might rise.
To hail the joyful day ;
6 What glory, Lord, to thee is due !
With wonder we adore ;
Temptation without and within.
See how thy foes against thee rise,
Awake, my soul, or thou art lost! 2 See how rebellious passions rage,
And fierce desires and lusts engage ;
And willing souls are captive led ! 3 I tread upon enchanted ground,
Perils and snares beset me round;
V let me tlien guard every part ; .-3.ut most, the traitor in
heart! 4 O teach thiye servant how to wield,
Blest Savivůr, thy immortal shield ;
Of heavenly truth and heavenly love. 5 The terror and the charm repel,
The smiles of earth, the frowns of hell ;
; O make me more than conqueror too !
The Lord's Day Morning.
Auspicious morn, Thy blissful rays
At thy approaching dawn,
In the dark mult confin'd.
And, midst their shouts, The Lord ascends. 3 All hail, triumphant Lord !
Heaven with hosanna rings ;
Gird on, great King, thy sword,
Maintain the glorious war.
And sin and death In triumph lead 5 Make bare thy potent arm,
And wing th' unerring dart,
To each rebellious heart.
For life shall sue Numerous as drops Of morning dew.
HYMN XXV. Long Metre.
The Christian Race.
2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road,
And mortal spirits tire and faint ;
Who feeds the strength of every saint.
Has matchless works of wonder done ;
Their everlasting circles run.
Qur souls shall drink a rich supply ;
Shall melt away, and droop and die. 5 Swist aslan eagle cuts the air,
We'll mount aloft to thine abode ;
Benefit of Ordinances.
Away from earth, our souls retreat ;
And wait and worship near thy seat. 2 Lord, in the temple of thy grace,
We bow before thee and adore ;
And learn the wonders of thy power: 3 Whilst here our various wants we mourn,
United prayers ascend on highs
Of blessings in variety.
Here we receive some cheering word ;,
5 Here, when our spirit faints and dies,
And conscience smarts with inward stiags ; The Sun of righteousness'shall rise,
With healing beams beneath his wings. 6 Here would our ravish'd souls abide ;
Or if from hence we must depart,
Altered from WATTS.
The Word made Flesh.
And by th' angelick host ador'd.
By him supported, all things stand;
And angels fly at his commande 3 Ere sin was born, or Satan fell,
He led the host of morning stars !
Or count the number of thy years ?
The Word descends and dwells in clay ;
Drest in such feeble flesh as they, 5 Mortals with joy belield his face,
Th' eternal Father's only Son;
When through his eyes the Godhead shone ! 6 Arch-angels leave their high abodey