Zook II.] HPMNS. XX. XXI. XXII. XXI(I. 16 3 Our life contains a thousand springs, And dies if one be gone. Strange ! that a harpof thousandstrings Should keep in tune so long. 4 But our God supports our frame, The God that built no first ; Salvation to th' almighty name That rear'd us from the dust. 5 [He spoke, and straight our hearts and brains In all their motions rose, " Let blood, said he, flow round the veins." Andround the veins its flows. t Whiiewehavebreath,oruse our tongues Our Maker we'll adore; His Spirit moves our heaving lungs, Or they would breathe no more.] HYMN XX. [L. M.] Backstidings and returns: or, The in- . constancy of our love. 1 WHY is my heart so far from thee, My God, my chief delight? Why are my thoughts no more by day With thee, no more by night? 2 (Why should my foolishpassions rove? Where can such sweetnessbe, As I have tasted in thy love, As I have found in thee ?) 3 When my forgetful soul renews The savour of thy grace, My heart presumes I cannot lose The relish all my days. 4 But ere some fleeting hour is past, The flatt'ring world employs Some sensual bait to seize my taste, Andto pollute my joys. t (Trifles of nature or of art, With fair deceitful charms, Intrude into my thoughtless heart, And thrust me from thy arms.) e Then I repent, and vex my soul, That I should leave thee so; Where will those wild affections roll That let a Saviour go? 7 (Sin's promis'd joys are turn'd to pain,' And I am drown'd in grief ; But my dear Lord returns again, He flies to my relief; 8 Seizing my soul with sweet surprise, He draws with loving bands ; Divine compassion in his e es, And pardon in his hands. 9 (Wretch that I am, to wander thus In chase of false delight ! Let me be fasten'd to thy cross, Rather than lose thy sight.) 10 (Make haste,mydays,to reachthegoal, And bring my heart to rest On the dear centre of my soul, My God, my Saviour'sbreast.) L HYMN XXI. [L. M.] A song of praise to God the Redeemer. 1 LET the Old heathens tune their song Of great Diana and of JOY.; But the sweet theme that moves my tongue, Is my Redeemer and his love. 2 Behold a God descends and dies, To save my soul from gaping hell How the black gulphwhere Satan lies, Yawn'd to receive me when I fell 3 How justice frown'd and vengeance stood To drive me down, to endless pain ! But the great Son propos'd his blood, And heav'nly wrath crew mild again. 4 Infinite lover, gracious Lord, To theebe endless honours giv'n ; Thy wondrous name shall be ador'd, Round the wide earth,andwiderheav'a HYMN XXII. [L. M.] With God is terrible majesty. I TERRIBLE God, thatreign'ston high, How awful is thy thund'rmg hand! Thy fiery bolts, how fierce they fly! Nor can all earth or hell withstand. 2 Thisthe old rebel angels knew, And Satan fell beneath thy frown Thine arrows struckthe traitor through, Andweightyvengeance sunkhim down. 3 This Sodom felt, and feels it still, And roars beneath th' eternal load: " With endlessburnings who can dwell, Or bear the fury of a God ?" 4 Tremble, ye sinners, and submit, Throwdown yourarmsbefore hjsthrone. Bend your heads low beneath his feet, Or his stronghand shallcrushyou down. 5 And ye,bless'd saints,that love him too, With rev'rence bow before his name ; Thus all his heav'nly servants do : God is a bright and burning flame. HYMN XXIII. [L. M.] The sight of God and Christ in heaven. 1 DESCENDfromheav'n,immortaldove, Stoop down and take us on thy wings, And mount and bear us far above The reach of these inferior things. 2 Beyond, beyond this lower sky, Upwhere eternal ages roll, Where solid pleasures never die, And fruits immortal feast the soul. 3 O for a sight, a pleasing sight Ofour almighty Fathers throne! There sits our Saviour crown'd with light, Cloth'd in a body like our own. 4 Adoring saints around him stand, And thrones and pow'rs before him fall ; The God shines gracious thro'the man, And sheds sweet glories an them all 3
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