7 Yes, we will praise thee, dearest Lord, Our souls are all on flame:
Hosanna round the spacious earth, To thine adored name.
8 Angels, assist our mighty joys, Strike all your harps of gold; But when you raise your highest notes, His love can ne'er be told.
The Resurrection and Ascension of Christ.
OSANNA to the Prince of That cloth'd himself in clay;
Enter'd the iron gates of death, And tore the bars away!
2 Death is no more the king of dread, Since our Emmanuel rose; He took the tyrant's sting away, And spoil'd our cruel foes.
3 See how the Conqu'ror mounts aloft, And to his Father flies,
With scars of honor in his flesh, And triumph in his eyes. 4 There our exalted Saviour reigns, And scatters blessings down; Our blest Redeemer fills a seat, On the celestial throne.
[5 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues, To reach his bless'd abode; Sweet be the accents of your songe To our incarnate God,
6 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings, Your sweetest voices raise;
Let heav'n and all created things
Sound our Emmanuel's praise.]
HYMN 229. L. M.
Remembering all the way the Lord has led me. Deut. viii. 2.
NHUS far my God las led me on,
My hopes and fears alternate rise, And comforts mingle with my sighs. 2 Thro' this wide wilderness I roam, Far distant from my blissful home; Lord, let thy presence be my stay, And guard me in this dang'rous way. 3 Temptations ev'ry where annoy, And sins and snares my peace destroy; My earthly joys are from me torn, And oft an absent God I mourn.
4 My soul, with various tempests toss'd, Her hopes o'erturn'd, her projects cross'd, Sees ev'ry day new straits attend, attend And wonders where the scene will end. 5 Is this, dear Lord, that thorny road, Which leads us to the mount of God? Are these the toils thy people know, While in the wilderness below ?
6 'Tis even so, thy faithful love, Doth all thy children's graces prove; 'Tis thus our pride and self must fall, That Jesus may be all in all.
The Justice and Goodness of God. REAT God, my maker, and my king, ☑ Of thee I'll speak, of thee I'll sing; All thou hast done, and all thou dost, Declare thee good, proclaim thee just : 2 Thy ancient thoughts and firm decrees, Thy threat'nings and thy promises, The joys of heav'n, the pains of hell, What angels taste, what devils feel : 3 Thy terrors and thine acts of grace, threat'ning rod and smiling face, Thy wounding and thy healing word, ▲ world undone, a world restor'd: 4 While these excite my fear and joy; While these my tuneful lips employ; Accept, O Lord, the humble song, The tribute of a trembling tongue.
HYMN 231. Eights and Sevens.
Christ the Best of Friends.
is, above all others,
Well deserves the name of friend;
His is love beyond a brother's,
Costly, free, and knows no end :
They who once his kindness prove, Find it everlasting love!
Which of all our friends to save us, Could or would have shed his blood?
But this Saviour dy'd to have us Reconcil'd in him to God:
It was boundless love to bleed; Josus is a friend indeed.
3 When he liv'd on earth abased, Friend of sinners was his name; Now, above all glory raised, He rejoices in the same:
Still he calls them brethren, friends, And to all their wants attends.
4 Oh! for grace our hearts to soften! Teach us, Lord, at length to love;
We alas! forget too often,
What a friend we have above :
When to heav'n our souls are brought, We will love thee as we ought.
HYMN 232. L. M.
Invitation to free Salvation. Isai. Iv. 1. 0!
Hev'ry one that thirsts, draw nigh,
('Tis God invites the fallen race,)
Mercy and free salvation buy! Buy wine, and milk, and gospel grace. 2 Come to the living waters, come, Sinners, obey your Maker's voice; Return, ye weary wand'rers, home, And in Redeeming love rejoice.
3 See, from the rock, a fountain rise ! For you in healing streams it rolls; Money ye need not bring, nor price, Ye lab'ring, burden'd, thirsting souls. 4 Ye nothing in exchange can give; Leave all you have, and are, behind; Frankly the gift of God receive; Pardon and peace in Jesus find.
Man by Nature, Grace and Glory. ORD, what is man? Extremes how wide, In his mysterious nature join ! The flesh, to worms and dust ally'd, The soul immortal and divine.
2 Divine at first a holy flame, Kindled by the Almighty's breath ; Till stain'd by sin, it soon became The seat of darkness, strife and death.
3 But Jesus, O amazing grace! Assum'd our nature as his own, Obey'd and suffer'd in our place, Then took it with him to his throne. 4 Near to which throne, and high in song, Men shall their hallelujahs raise; While wond'ring angels join the throng, And swell the chorus of his praise.
HYMN 234. S. M.
Praise to the Redeemer.
a thankful song,
To the Redeemer's name;
Let his high praise employ each tongue, And ev'ry heart inflame!
2 He laid his glory by,
And bitter pains endur'd; That sinners of the blackest die, From wrath might be secur'd. 3 Stretch'd on the cross he dy'd, Our debt of sin to pay, The blood and water from his side, Wash guilt and filth away.
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