Nature and art
Can ne'er supply
Sufficient forms
Of majesty.
2 In Jefus we behold
His Father's glorious face,
Shining for ever bright
With mild and lovely rays :
Th' eternal God's
Eternal Sor.
Inherits and
Partakes the throne.]
3 The fov'reign King of kings,
The Lord of lords moit high,
Writes his own name upon
His garment and his thigh.
His name is call'd
The Word of God,
He rules the earth
With iron rod.
Where promises and grace
Can neither melt or move,
The angry Lamb refents
Th' injuries of his love;
Awakes his wrath
Without delay,
As lions roar,
And tear the prey.
5 But when for works of peace
The great Redeemer comes,
What gentle characters,
What titles he affumes !
Light of the world,
And life of men ;
Nor will he bear
Those names in vain.
6 Immenfe compaffion reigns
In our Immanuel's heart,
When he defcends to act
A Mediator's part,
He is a friend,
And brother too;
Divinely kind
Divinely true.
7 At length the Lord, the Judge,
His awful throne afcends,
And drives the rebels far
From favourites and friends.
Then fhall the faints
Completely prove
The heights and depths
Of all his love.
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The offices of CHRIST, from several Scriptures.
́OIN all the names of love and pow'r,.
That ever men or angels bore,
All are too mean to fpeak his worth,
Or fet Immanuel's glory forth.
2 But O what condescending ways
He takes to teach his heav'nly grace!
My eyes with joy and wonder fee
What forms of love he bears to me.
[The Angel of the cov'nant stands
With his commiffion in his hands,
Sent from his Father's milder throne,
To make the great falvation known.]
4[Great Prophet! let me blefs thy name;
By thee the joyful tidings came
Of wrath appeas'd, of fins forgiv’n,
Of hell fubdu'd, and peace with heav'n.]
5[My bright example, and my guide,
I would be walking near thy fide;
O let me never run aftray,
Nor follow the forbidden way!
6 I love my Shepherd, he fhall keep
My wand'ring foul amongst his sheep;
He feeds his flocks, he calls their names,
And in his bofom bears the lambs.]
7 [My Surety undertakes my cause,
Anfw'ring his Father's broken laws :
Behold my foul at freedom fet,
My Surety paid the dreadful debt.]
8[Jefus, my great High Prieft, has dy'd,
I feek no facrifice befide;
His blood did once for all atone, And now it pleads before the throne.] 9 [My Advocate appears on high, The Father lays his thunder by; Not all that earth or hell can fay Shall turn my Father's heart away. 10[My Lord, my Conqueror and my King, Thy fceptre, and thy fword I fing; Thine is the vi&t'ry, and I fit A joyful subject at thy feet.]
[Afpire, my foul, to glorious deeds, The Captain of falvation leads: March on, nor fear to win the day, Though death and hell obstruct the way.} 12 [Should death and hell, and pow'rs unPut all their forms of mischief on,[known, I shall be safe; for Christ displays Salvation in more fov'reign ways.]
That angels ever bore :
All are too mean
To speak his worth,
Too mean to fet
My Saviour forth.
2 But, O what gentle terms,
What condefcending ways
Doth our Redeemer ufe,
To teach his heav'nly grace t
Mine eyes with joy
And wonder fee
What forms of love
He bears for me.
3 [Array'd in mortal flesh,
He like an angel stands,
And holds the promises
And pardons in his hands.
Commiffion'd from
His Father's throne ;
To make his grace
To mortals known.]
4 [Great Prophet of my God,
My tongue would bless thy name;
By thee the joyful news
Of our falvation came
The joyful news
Of fins forgiv'n,
Of hell fubdu'd,
And peace with heav'n..
5 [Be thou my counsellor,
My pattern and my guide;
And through this defart land
Still keep me near thy fide.
O let my feet
Ne'er run aftray,
Nor rove nor feek
The crooked way!]
[I love my Shepherd's voice,
His watchful eyes fhall keep
My wand'ring foul among
The thousands of his fheep
He feeds his flock,
He calls their names,
His bofom bears
The tender lambs.]
7 [To this dear Surety's hand
Will I commit my cause ;
He answers and fulfils
His Father's broken laws.
Behold my foul
At freedom fet!
My Surety paid
The dreadful debt.]
8 [Jefus, my great High Prieft
Offer'd his blood and dy'd;
My guilty confcience feeks.
No facrifice befide.
His pow'rful blood
Did once atone;
And now it pleads
Before the throne.
9 [My Advocate appears
For my defence on high;
The Father bows his ears,
And lays his thunder by.
Not all that hell
Or fin can fay,
Shall turn his heart,
His love away.]
10 [My dear Almighty Lord,
My Conqueror and my King,
Thy fceptre and thy sword,
Thy reigning grace I fing.
Thine is the pow'r;
Behold I fit
In willing bonds
Beneath thy feet.]
11 [Now let my soul arise,
And tread the tempter down;
My Captain leads me forth
To conqueft and a crown.
A feeble faint
Shall win the day,
Though death and hell
Obftructs the way.
God the Creator, and the King;
Nor air, nor earth, nor skies, nor feas,
Deny the tribute of their praise.
2 [Begin to make his glories known,
Ye feraphs, that fit near his throne;
Tune your harps high, and fpread the
To the creation's utmost bound.] [found,]
3 [All mortal things of meaner frame,
Exert your force, and own his name ;.
Whilft with our fouls, and with our voice,
We fing his honours, and our joys.].
[To him be facred all we have,
From the young cradle to the grave
Our lips fhall his loud wonders telly
And every word a miracle.]
5[Thefe Western shores, our native land,
Lie fafe in the Almighty's hand;
Our foes of vict'ry dream in vain,、
And wear the captivating chain.
6[Raife monumental praises high
To him that thunders through the sky,.
And, with an awful nod or frown,
Shakes an afpiring tyrant down.]
[Pillars of lafting brafs proclaim
The triumphs of the eternal name;
While trembling nations read from far
The honours of the God of war.]
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18 Thus let our flaming zeal employ
Our loftieft thoughts, and loudest fongs;
Let there be fung with warmeft joy
Hofanna from ten thousand tongues.
9 Yet, mighty God, our feeble frame,
Attempts in vain to reach thy name;
The strongest notes that angels raise,
Faint in the worship and the praife.
The Death of a Sinner.
Y thoughts on awful subjects roll,
Damnation and the dead;
What horrours feize the guilty foul
Upon a dying bed.
2 Ling'ring about these mortal shores,
She makes a long delay,
"Till, like a flood with rapid force,
Death fweeps the wretch away.
3 Then, fwift and dreadful, fhe defcends
Down to the fiery coast,
Amongt abominable fiends,
Herself a frighted ghost.
4.There endlefs crouds of ficers lie,
And darknefs makes their chains:
Tortur'd with keen defpair they cry,
Yet wait for fiercer pains.
5 Not all their anguish and their blood
For their old guilt atones,
Nor the compaffion of a God
Shall hearken to their groans
Amazing grace, that kept my breath, Nor bid my foul remove,
'Till I had learn'd my Saviour's death, And well infur'd his love!
III. COMMON METRE.
The Death and Burial of a Saint.
W HYdo we mourn departing friends?
Or hake at death's alarms?
'Tis but the voice that Jefus fends
To call them to his arms.
Are we not tending upward too.
As faft as time can move?
O'er the fharp forrows of thy foul, And read my Maker's broken laws,
Nor would we wish the hours more flow Repair'd and honour'd by the cross:
To keep us from our love.
3 Why fhould we tremble to convey
Their bodies to the tomb?
There the dear fleth of Jesus lay
And left a long perfume.
The graves of all the faints he blefs'd,
And foften'd every bed :
Where should the dying members rest,
But with the dying Head?
Thence he arose, afcended high,
And fhew'd our feet the way!
Up to the Lord our flesh fhall fly,
At the great rifing day.
Then let the laft loud trumpet sound,
And bid our kindred rife;
Awake, ye nations under ground,
Ye faints, afcend the skies.
2 When I behold death, hell, and fin, Vanquish'd by that dear blood of thine, And fee the Man that groan'd and dy'd, Sit glorious by his Father's fide:
3 My paffions rife and foar above, I'm wing'd with faith, and fir'd with love Fain would I reach eternal things, And learn the notes that Gabriel fings. 14 But my heart fails, my tongue complains, For want of their immortal ftrains And in fuch humble notes as these Muft fall below thy victories.
Beneath the droppings of thy blood,
Jefus, nor fhall it e'er remove.
✔ Not all that tyrants think or fay,
With rage and lightning in their eyes,
Nor hell hall fright my heart away,
Should hell with all its legions rise.
3 Should worlds confpire to drive me thence,
Movelefs and firm this heart should lie;
Refolv'd (for that's my laft defence)
If I must perish, there to die.
4 But fpeak, my Lord, and calm Am I not fafe beneath thy fhade ?
NCE more, my foul, the rifing day
Salutes thy waking eyes:
Once more, my voice thy tribute pay
To him that rolls the fkies.
2 Night unto night his name repeats,
The day renews the found,
Wide as the heav'n on which he fits
To turn the seasons round.
VIII. COMMON METRE.
A Hymn for Morning or Evening.
OSANNA, with a cheerful found,
Ho God's upholding hand;
Ten thousand fnares attend us round,
And yet fecure we stand.
2 That was a most amazing pow'r,
That rais'd us with a word,
And ev'ry day and ev'ry hour,
We lean upon the Lord.
3 The ev'ring refts our weary head;
And angels guard the room;
We wake, and we admire the bed
That was not made our tomb.
The rifing morning can't affure
That we shall end the day!
For death stands ready at the door
To feize our lives away
5 Our breath is forfeited by fin
To God's revenging law;
We own thy grace, immortal Kings
In ev'ry gasp we draw.
6 God is our fun, whofe daily light
Our joy and safety brings;
Our feeble flesh lies fafe at night
Beneath his shady wings.
IX. COMMON METRE.
Godly Sorrow arifing. from the Suff'rings of
LAS and did my Saviour. bleed!
And did my Sov'reign die?
Would he devote that facred head
For fuch a worm as I?
2 [Thy body flain, fweet Jefus, thine,.
And bath'd in its own blood,
While all expos'd to wrath divine,
The glorious fuff'rer stood ! ]
3: Was it for crimes that I had done
He groan'd upon the tree?.
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree.!:
4. Well might the fun in darkness hide,
And fhut his glories in,
When God the mighty Maker dy'd
For man, the creature's fin..
Thus might I hide my blushing face
While his dear crofs appears,
Diffolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes in tears.
6 But drops of tears can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord, I give myself away,
'Tis all that I can do.
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