Í42 HV6INS-LXIV. LXV 2 Worthy is he that once was slain, The prince Of peace that groan'd and Worthy to rise, and live, and reign At his Almighty Father's side. Pow'r -and dominion are his due, Who stood fondemn'd at Pilate's bar: Wisdom belongs to Jesus too, Tho' he was charg'd with madnesshere. 4 All riches are his native right, Yet he sustain'd amazing loss; To him asoribe eternal might, Who left his weakness on the cross. 6 Honour immortal most be paid, Instead of scandal and of scorn; While glory shines around his head, And a bright crown without a thaw. 6 Messines for ever on the Lamb, %t'ho bore the curse for wretched men: Let angels sound his sacred name, And ev'ry creature say Amen. HYMN LXIV. [C. M.] Adoption, i John iii. 1, &c. Gal. vi. 6. t BEFIOLDwhat wond'rous grace The Father has bestow'd On sinners of a mortal race, To call them sons of God. S 'Tis no surprising thing, That we should be unknown ; The Jewish world knew not their king, God's everlasting Son. 3. Nor doth it yet appear How great we most be made; But when we see our Saviour here, We shall be like our head. 4 A hope no much divine May trials well endure, May purge our souls from sense and sm, As Christ the Lord is pure. .5 If in my Father's love I share a filial part, Send down thy Spirit, like a dove, To rest upon my heart. 6 We would no longer lie Like slaves beneath the throne; My Faith shall Abba Father cry, And thouthe kindred own. HYMN LXV. [L. M] The kingdoms of the world become the kingdoms of the Lord: or, The day of judgment. Rev. xi. 13. I LET the sev'nth angel sound on high, Let shouts be heard thro' all the sky ; Kings of the earth, with glad accord Give up your kingdoms to the Lord. 2 Almighty God, thy pow'r assume, Who wast, and art, and art to come : Jesus the Lamb, who once was slain, For ever live, for ever reign !. ? The angry nations fret and roar, That they, canslay the saintsno more; . LXVI. LXVII. [Book I. On wings of vengeance flies our God To pay the long arrears of blood. 4 Now must the rising dead appear; Now the decisive sentence hear ; Now the dear martyrsof the Lord. Receive an infinite reward. HYMN LXVI. [L. M.] Christ the King at his table, Sol. Song is 2, 3, 4, 5, 12, 13, 17. 1 LET him embrace my soul, and prove Mine int'rest in his heav'nly love: The voice that tells me, Thou art mine, Exceeds the blessings of the vine. 2 On thee, th' anointing Spirit came, And spreadsthe savour of thy name ; That oil of gladness and of grace Draws virgin souls tomeet thy face. 3 Jesus, allure meby thy charms, My soul shall fly into thy arms ! Our wand'ring feet thy favours bring To the fair chambers of the king. 4 [Wonder and pleasure tune our voice, To speak thy praises and our joys Our mem'ry keeps this love of thine Beyond the taste of richest wine.] 5 Tho' in ourselves deform'd we are, And black as Kedar tents appear, Yet when we put thy beauties on, Fair as the courts of Solomon. s [While at his table sits the king, He loves to see us smile and sing Our graces are our best perfume, And breathe like spikenard round the room.] 7 As myrrh new bleeding from the tree, Such is a dying Christ to me; And while he makes my soul his guest, My bosom Lord, shall be thy rest. 8 [No beams of cedar or of fir, Can with thy courts on earth compare ; And here we wait until thy love Raise us to nobler seats above.] HYMN LXVII IL. M.] Seeking the pastures of Christ the shep- herd, Sol. Song i. 7. 1 THOU whom my soul admires above All earthly joy and earthly love, Tell me, dear Shepherd, let me know Wheredoth thy sweetest pasture grow? 2 Where is the shadow of that rock That from the sun defends thy flock I Fain would I feedamong thy sheep, Among them rest, among them sleep. 3 Why should thy bride appear like one That turns aside to paths unknown I My constant feet would never rove, Would never seek another love. 4 [The footsteps of thy flock I set : Thy sweetest pastures here they be;'
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