HYMN 168. (L. M.)
A heavenly prospect.
1 HERE is a land of pure delight
Where saints immortal reign:
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
2 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood,
Stand dress'd in living green:
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan roll'd between.
3 But tim'rous mortals start and shrink,
To cross this narrow sea;
And linger, shiv'ring on the brink,
And fear to launch away.
40! could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes!
HYMN 169. (L. M.)
Praising God.
HE scaly flocks amidst the sea,
To thee, their Lord, a tribute pay;
The meanest fish that swims the flood,
Leaps up, and means a praise to God.
2 How is thy glorious pow'r ador'd
Amidst these wat'ry nations, Lord!
Yet the bold men that trace the seas,
Bold men! refuse their Maker's praise,
3 What scenes of miracles they see
And never tune a song to thee!
While on the flood they safely ride,
They curse the hand that smooths the tide.
4 O, for some signal of thine hand!
Shake all the seas, Lord, shake the land:
Great Judge descend, lest men deny
That there's a God that rules the sky.
HYMN 170. (C. M.)
Praising God.
1 THE holy triumphs of my soul
Shall death itself out-brave;
Leave dull mortality behind,
And fly beyond the grave.
2 There, where my blessed Jesus reigns
In heav'n's unmeasur'd space,
I'll spend a long eternity
In pleasure and in praise.
3 Sweet Jesus! ev'ry smile of thine
Shall fresh endearments bring:
And thousand tastes of new delight
From all thy graces spring.
4 Haste, my beloved, fetch my soul,
Up to thy bless'd abode;
Fly, for my spirit longs to see
My Saviour and my God.
HYMN 171. (L. M.)
Warfare.
1 STAND up, my soul, shake off thy fears And gird the gospel armour on;
March to the gates of endless joy,
Where thy great captain-saviour's gone.
2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course,
But hell and sin are vanquish'd foes;
Thy Jesus nail'd them to the cross,
And sung the triumph when he rose.
3 What though thine inward lusts rebel,
Tis but a struggling gasp for life:
The weapons of victorious grace
Shall slay thy sins, and end the strife.
4 There shall I wear a starry crown,
And triumph in almighty grace;
While all the armies of the skies
Join in my glorious Leader's praise.
HYMN 172. (C. M.)
The Mercy of God.
1 WITH pitying eyes, the Prince of Grace Beheld our helpless grief? He saw, and (O amazing love!)
He ran to our relief.
2 Plung'd in a gulf of dark despair
We wretched sinners lay,
Without a cheerful beam of hope,
Or spark of glimm'ring day.
3 Down from the shining seats above
With joyful haste he fled,
Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead,
4 Jesus hath freed our captive souls
From everlasting pains,
He spoil'd the pow'rs of darkness thus,
And break our iron chains.
HYMN 173. (S. M.)
God's Power.
1 LET proud imperious kings
Bow low before his throne!
Crouch to his feet ye haughty things,
Or he shall tread you down.
Oh! the almighty Lord!
How matchless is his pow'r;
Tremble, O earth, beneath his word,
While all the heav'ns adore.
3 Yet, everlasting God!
We love to speak thy praise;
Thy sceptre's equal to thy rod,
The sceptre of thy grace,
Salvation to the King
That sits enthron'd above:
Thus we adore the God of might,
And bless the God of love.
HYMN 174. (C. M.)
Call to Sinners.
1 BUT there's a voice of sovereign grace
Sounds from the sacred word;
"Ho! ye despairing sinners, come, And trust upon the Lord."
My soul obeys th' almighty call,
And runs to this relief;
I would believe thy promise, Lord;
O! help my unbelief.
3 To the dear fountain of thy blood,
Incarnate God! 1 fly;
Here let me wash my spotted soul
From crimes of deepest dye.
HYMN 175. (C. M.)
Acknowledging Jesus.
H, the delights, the heav'nly joys,
The glories of the place,
Where Jesus sheds his brightest beams,
Of his o'erflowing grace.
Sweet majesty and awful love
Sit smiling on his brow,
And all the glorious ranks above,
At humble distance bow.
3 Archangels sound his lofty praise
Through ev'ry heav'nly street,
And lay their highest honours down
Submissive at his feet.
Princes to his imperial name,
Bend their bright sceptres down:
Dominions, thrones, and pow'rs rejoice,
To see him wear the crown.
HYMN 176. (S. M.)
Need of Jesus.
MY God, my life, my love;
To thee, to thee, I call;
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