0 5 But God shall raise his head, O'er all the sons of men; g And make him see a num'rous seed, 6"I'll give him," saith the Lord, "A portion with the strong; "He shall possess a large reward, "And hold his honours long." b 1 HYMN 143. C. M. Barby. [*] Characters of the Children of God, from severai Scriptures. A So saints with joy the gospel taste, And by the gospel live. 2 [With inward gust, their heart approves They love the men their Father loves, 3 Not all the flatt'ring baits on earth, 4 Not all the chains that tyrants use, Faith, like a conqu'ror, can produce -5 Grace, like an uncorrupted seed, The sons of God to sin. e 6 Not by the terrours of a slave, Do they perform his will; o But with the noblest pow'rs they have, His sweet commands fulfil. -7 They find access at ev'ry hour To God, within the vail; Hence they derive a quick'ning pow'r, And joys that never fail. o 8 0 happy souls! O glorious state To dwell so near their Father's seat, e 9 Lord, I address thy heav'nly throne; Call me a child of thine; Send down the Spirit of thy Son, To form my heart divine. -10 There shed thy choicest love abroad, And make my comforts strong; d Then shall I say, My Father, God, With an unwav'ring tongue. HYMN 144, C. M. Canterbury. York. [b*] The witnessing and sealing Spirit. Rom. viii, 14, 16. Eph. i, 13, 14. e 1 W Go mourning all their days? HY should the children of a king, o Great Comforter, descend and bring Some tokens of thy grace. e 2 Dost thou not dwell in all the saints, When wilt thou banish my complaints, -3 Assure my conscience of her part, And bear thy witness with my heart, o 4 Thou art the earnest of his love, HYMN 145. C. M. Sunday. Christmas. [*] 1 J Heb. vii, and ix. ESUS, in thee our eyes behold Than the rich gems, and polish'd gold, The sons of Aaron wore. e 2 They first their own burnt-off'rings bro't, To purge themselves from sin; Thy life was pure without a spot, And all thy nature clean. -3 [Fresh blood, as constant as the day, Was on their altars spilt; But thy one off'ring takes away, For ever, all our guilt. 4 Their priesthood ran through sev'ral hands, For mortal was their race; Thy never-changing office stands, e 5 Once in the circuit of a year, • 6 But Christ, by his own powerful blood, And, in the presence of our God, o Jesus, the King of glory reigns, Looks like a lamb that has been slain, -8 He ever lives-to intercede Give him, my soul, thy cause to plead, HYMN 146. L. M. Oporto. Nantwich. [*] The Excellencies of Christ. 1 G See in his face what wonders meet; O worship at Emmanuel's feet, Earth is too narrow to express His worth, his glory, or his grace. 2 The whole creation can afford That righteous Branch, that fruitful Bough, 5 Is HE a Rose? Not Sharon yields. The vallies bless the rich perfume. O let a lasting union join My soul to Christ the living vine. Is HE the Head? Each member lives, And owns the vital power he gives; The saints below and saints above, Join'd by his Spirit and his love. 8 Is HE a Fountain? There I bathe, And heal the plague of sin and death: These waters all my soul renew, And cleanse my spotted garments too. 9 Is HE a Fire? He'll purge my dross: But the true gold sustains no loss; Like a refiner shall he sit, And tread the refuse with his feet. 10 Is HE a Rock? How firm he proves! The Rock of Ages never moves: Yet the sweet streams, that from him flow, 11 Is HE a Way? He leads to God; 12 Is HE a Door? I'll enter in, None but the sheep have freedom there. 15 Is HE a Star? He breaks the night, Piercing the shades with dawning light : I know his glories from afar ; I know the bright, the Morning-Star. To chase the clouds, and dry their tears.] e 17 O let me climb those higher skies, Where storms and darkness never rise! o There he displays his pow'rs abroad, And shines and reigns th' incarnate God. g 18 Nor earth, nor seas, nor sun, nor stars, Nor heav'n his full resemblance bears; His beauties we can never trace, 'Till we behold him face to face. 1 HYMN 147. L. M. Green's. [*] Names and Titles of Christ. 'TI borrow titles for my Lord; Nor art, nor nature, can supply 2 Bright Image of the Father's face, 3 The King of kings, the Lord most high, 4 Where grace can neither melt, nor move, 5 But when for works of peace he comes, 6 With tender pity in his heart, And well fulfils the names he wears. At length the Judge his throne ascends, Divides the rebels from his friends; And saints in full fruition prove, His rich variety of love.] 1 Allerton. [*] HYMN 148. P. M. WIT |