170 HYMNS. XLIII. XLIV. $ [Just as we see the lonesome dove Bemoan her widow'd state, Wand'ring she flies thro' all the grove, And mourns her loving mate. 6 Just so our thoughts from thing to In restless circles rove, [thing Just so we droop and hang the wing, When Jesus hides his love. HYMN XLIII. [L. M.] Christ's sufferings and glory. I NOW for a tune of lofty praise, To great Jehovah's equal Son ! Awake, my voice, in heav'nly lays, Tell the loud wonders he hath done. 2 Sing, how he left the worlds' of light, And the bright robes he wore above ; . How swift and joyful was his flight, On wings of everlasting love. 3 [Down to this base, this sinful earth, He came to raise our nature high : He came t' atone almighty wrath ; Jesus, the God, was born to die.] 4 [Hell and its lions roar'd around ; His precious bloodthe monsters spilt ! While weighty sorrows press'd him down, Large as the loads of all our guilt.] 5 Deep it1/4tlre shades of gloomy death, ,Th'. almighty Captive pris'ner lay; Th' almighty Captive left the earth, And rose to everlasting day., 6 Lift up your eyes, ye sons of light, Up to his throne of shining grace; See what immortal glories sit Round the sweet beauties of his face. 7 Among a thousand harps and songs Jesus, the God, exalted reigns ; His sacred name fills all their tongues, And echoes thro' the heav'nly plains ! HYMN XLIV. [C. M.] Bell : or the vengeance of a God. I WITH holy fear and humble song, The dreadful God our souls adore: Rev'rence and awe become the tongue That speaks the terror of his pow'r. 2 Far in the deep where darkness dwells, The land of horror and despair, Justice bath bsi ilt a dismal hell, And laid her stores of vengeance there. 3 [Eternal plagues and heavy éhains, Tormenting racks and fi'ry coals, And darts t' inflict immortal pains, Dy'd in the blood of damned souls.] 4 There Satan the first sinner lies, And roars and bites his iron bands; In vain the rebel strives to rise, [hands. Crush'd with the weight of both thy h There guilty ghosts of Adam's race Shriek out, and howl beneath thy rod; Once they could scorn a Saviour's grace, But they iucens'd a dreadful God. XLV. XLVI. XLVII. [Book II. 6 Tremble, my soul, and kiss the Son; Sinner, obey thy Saviour's call ; Else your damnation hastens on, And hell gapes wide to wait your fall. - HYMN XLV. [L. M.] God's condescension to our worship. 1 THY favours, Lord, surprise our souls! Will the Eternal dwell with us .' What cant Chou find beneath the poles To tempt thy chariot downward thus ? 2 Still might he fill his starry throne, A nd please his earswithGabriel's songs: But th' heav'nly Majesty comes down, And bows to hearken to one tongues. 3 Great God what poor returns we pay For love so infinite as thine ! Words arebutair,and tongues butclav; But thy compassion's all divine. HYMN XLVI. [L. M.]. God's'condescension to human affairs. I UP to the Lord that reigns on high, And views the nations from afar, Let everlasting praises fly, Andtell how large his bounties are. 2 [He that can shake the world he made, Or with his word, or with his rod; goodness how amazing great' And what a condescending God !] 3 [God, that must stoop to view the skies, And bow to see what angels do, Down to our earth he casts his eyes, And bendshisfootstepsdownwards too.] 4 He over-rules all mortal things, And manages our mean affairs ; On humblesoulsthe King of kings Bestows his counsels and his cares. 5 Our sorrows and our tears we pour Into the bosom pf our God; He hears as in the mournful hour, And helps us bear the heavy load. 6 In vain might lofty princes try Such condescension to perform : For wormswere never rais'd so high Above their meanest fellow -worm. 7 0 could our thankful hearts devise A tribute equal to thy grace, To the third heav'n our songs should rise, Andteach the golden harps thy praise. HYMN XLVII. [L. M.] Glory and grace in the person of Christ. 1 NOW to the Lord a noble song! Awake my soul ; awake my tongue : Hosanna to th' eternal name, And all his boundless love proclaim. 2 See where it shines in Jesus' face, The brightest image of his grace; God, in the person of his Son, Has all his mightiest works outdone.
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