5 Let Him be crowned with majesty, Who bowed His head to death; And be His honours sounded high By all things that have breath.

6 Jesus, our Lord! how wondrous great

Is Thine exalted name!

The glories of Thy heavenly state,
Let the whole earth proclaim.

ISAAC WATTS.

8.6.8.8.6.

103 God is light.—1 JOHN i. 5.

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1719.

ETE
TERNAL Light! Eternal Light!
How pure the soul must be,
When, placed within Thy searching
sight,

It shrinks not; but with calm delight,
Can live and look on Thee.

2 The spirits that surround Thy throne
May bear the burning bliss;
But that is surely theirs alone,
Since they have never, never known,
A fallen world like this.

3 0! how shall I, whose native sphere
Is dark, whose mind is dim,
Before the Ineffable appear,
And on my naked spirit bear
The uncreated beam?

4 There is a way for man to rise
To that sublime abode,-

An offering and a sacrifice,
A Holy Spirit's energies,

An Advocate with God.

5 These, these prepare us for the Of Majesty above;

[sight

The sons of ignorance and night Can dwell in the Eternal Light, Through the Eternal Love.

1

SAL

ALVATION! O melodious sound,
To wretched, dying men !
Salvation that from God proceeds,
And leads to God again!

2 And may a weak degenerate soul,
Sinful and dark as mine,
Presume to raise a trembling eye
To blessings so divine?

3 The lustre of so bright a bliss
My feeble heart o'erbears;
And unbelief almost perverts
The promise into tears.

4 My Saviour God! no voice but Thine
These dying hopes can raise ;
Speak Thy salvation to my soul,
And turn its tears to praise.

5 My Saviour God! this broken voice
Transported shall proclaim,
And call on all the angelic harps
To sound so sweet a name.

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pardoneth iniquity ?-MICAH vii. 18.

GRE

(REAT God of wonders! all Thy
ways

Are matchless, godlike, and divine!
But the fair glories of Thy grace
More godlike and unrivalled shine.
Who is a pardoning God like Thee?
Or who has grace so rich and free?

2 Such dire offences to forgive,

Such guilty, daring worms to spare;
This is Thy grand prerogative,
And in the honour none shall share.
Who is a pardoning God like Thee?
Or who has grace so rich and free?
3 In wonder lost, with trembling joy,
We take the pardon of our God,-
Pardon for sins of deepest dye,—
A pardon sealed with Jesus' blood.
Who is a pardoning God like Thee?
Or who has grace so rich and free?
4 O may this strange, this wondrous
grace,

This matchless miracle of love,
Fill the wide earth with grateful
praise,

And all the angelic choirs above
Who is a pardoning God like Thee
Or who has grace so rich and free?
SAMUEL DAVIES. 1769.

1

THY

HY ceaseless, unexhausted love, Unmerited and free, Delights our evil to remove,

And help our misery.

2 Thou waitest to be gracious still; Thou dost with sinners bear; That saved, we may Thy goodness feel,

And all Thy grace declare.

3 Thy goodness and Thy truth to me, To every soul abound;

A vast, unfathomable sea,

Where all our thoughts are
drowned.

4 Its streams the whole creation reach,
So plenteous is the store;
Enough for all, enough for each,
Enough for evermore.

5 Faithful, O Lord, Thy mercies are,
A rock that cannot move;
A thousand promises declare
Thy constancy of love.

CHARLES WESLEY. 1762.

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2

3

4

GRA

RACE! 'tis a charming sound,
Harmonious to my ear;

Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.

Grace first contrived a way

To save rebellious man; And all the steps that grace display, Which drew the wondrous plan.

Grace taught my wandering feet
To tread the heavenly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.

Grace all the work shall crown
Through everlasting days;

It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.

L.M.

C.M.

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given thee.-MATT. ix. 2.

FORGIVENESS! 'tis

sound

To rebel sinners doomed to die : Publish the bliss the world around;Ye seraphs, shout it from the sky. 2 'Tis the rich gift of love divine: 'Tis full, out-measuring every crime: Unclouded shall its glories shine, And feel no change by changing time. 3 O'er sins, unnumbered as the sand, And like the mountains for their size, The seas of sovereign grace expand, The seas of sovereign grace arise. 4 For this stupendous love of heaven, What grateful honour shall we show? Where much transgression is forgiven,

Let love with equal ardour glow. 5 By this inspired, let all our days With various holiness be crowned: Let truth and goodness, prayer and In all abide, in all abound. [praise, THOMAS GIBBONS. 1769.

How great our guilt has been ! Foolish and vain were all our thoughts

And all our lives were sin.

2 But, O my soul! for ever praise,
For ever love His name,
Who turns thy feet from dangerous
Of folly, sin, and shame. [ways

3 'Tis not by works of righteousness
Which our own hands have done;
But we are saved by sovereign grace,
Abounding through His Son.

4 Raised from the dead, we live anew; And, justified by grace,

We shall appear in glory too,
And see our Father's face.

ISAAC WATTS. 1709.

2

3

1 COR. xv. 10.

that I was, my sin, my guilt,

My death, was all my own; All that I am I owe to Thee,

My gracious God, alone.

The evil of my former state,
Was mine, and only mine;
The good in which I now rejoice,
Is Thine, and only Thine.
The darkness of my former night,
The bondage, all was mine;
The light of life in which I walk,
The liberty, is Thine.

Thy grace that made me feel my sin,
Bade me in Christ believe;
Then, in believing, peace I found,
And now in Christ I live.

5 All that I am, e'en here on earth,
All that I hope to be

When Jesus comes, and glory dawns, I owe it, Lord, to Thee.

sun,

When the pearly gate I gain,
Never to go out again;

Then, Lord, shall I fully know-
Not till then-how much I owe.
2 When I stand before the throne,
Drest in beauty not my own;
When I see Thee as Thou art,
Love Thee with unsinning heart;
Then, Lord, shall I fully know—
Not till then-how much I owe.
3 Chosen, not for good in me,
Wakened up from wrath to flee,
Hidden in the Saviour's side,
By the Spirit sanctified:
Teach me, Lord, on earth to show,
By my love, how much I owe.
ROBERT M'CHEYNE.

1837.

PHILIP DODDRIDGE. 1735.

78.

Unto you is born... a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.-LUKE ii. 11. ARK! the herald-angels sing,

HA

66

Glory to the new-born king: Peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled."

2 Joyful, all ye nations, rise,

3

Join the triumph of the skies, With the angelic host proclaim Christ is born in Bethlehem!

Veiled in flesh the Godhead see, Hail the Incarnate Deity!

Pleased as man with men to appear,
Jesus, our Immanuel, here.

4 Hail, the heaven-born Prince of peace!

Hail, the Sun of righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings.
Risen with healing in His wings.

5 Mild, He lays His glory by,
Born that man no more may die;
Born to raise the sons of earth;
Born to give them second birth.

6 Come, Desire of nations, come,
Fix in us Thy humble home;
Rise, the woman's conquering Sced,
Bruise in us the serpent's head.

7 Adam's likeness now efface; Stamp Thine image in its place: Second Adam, from above, Reinstate us in Thy love.

CHARLES WESLEY. 1739.

8.7.

117 Glory to God in the highest, and on

1

HA

earth peace.-LUKE ii. 14.

[ARK! what mean those holy voices,

Sweetly sounding through the
skies?

Lo! the angelic host rejoices,
Heavenly hallelujahs rise.

2 Listen to the wondrous story,

Which they chant in hymns of joy? Glory, in the highest, glory!

Glory be to God most high!

3 Peace on earth, good will from heaven,

Reaching far as man is found;
Souls redeemed and sins forgiven,

Loud our golden harps shall sound.

4 Christ is born, the great Anointed;
Heaven and earth His praises sing
O receive whom God appointed
For your Prophet, Priest, and King.
5 Hasten, mortals, to adore Him,

Learn His name and taste His joy,
Till in heaven ye sing before Him,
"Glory be to God most high!"
JOHN CAWOOD. 1816.

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Thy praise shall never end.

SAMUEL MEDLEY. 1787.

8.7.4.

They . fell down and worshipped

Him.-MATT. 2. 11.

ANGELS, from the realms of glory,

Wing your flight o'er all the
earth;

Ye, who sang creation's story,
Now proclaim Messiah's birth:
Come and worship,
Worship Christ, the new-born
King.

2 Shepherds, in the field abiding,
Watching o'er your flocks by night,
God with man is now residing,
Yonder shines the infant light:
Come and worship,
Worship Christ, the new-born
King.

3 Sages, leave your contemplations,
Brighter visions beam afar;
Seek the great Desire of nations;
Ye have seen His natal star :
Come and worship,
Worship Christ, the new-born
King.