Bpok.II.] HYMNS.LXXIII. LXXIV; LXXV. LXXVI. LXXVII. 1.77 HYMN LXXIII. (C. M.) Doubts scatter'd: or, spiritual joy restored. 1 HENCE from my soul sad thoughts And leave me to my joys; [begone, My tongue shall triumph in my God, And make a joyful noise. 2 Darkness and doubtslìad veil'd my mind And drown'dmy head in tears, Till sov'reígngrace with shining rays Dispell'dmy gloomy fears. 3 O, what immortal joys I felt, And raptures all divine, When Jesus told me, I was his, AnSmy Beloved, mine ! , 4 In vain the tempter frights my soul, And breaks my peace in vain; One glimpse, dear Saviour,of thy face, Revives my joys again. HYMN LXXIV. (S. M.) Repentance from a sense of divine good- ness : or, a complaint of ingratitude. 1 IS this the kind return, And these the thanks we owe ; Thus to abuse eternal love, Whence all our blessings flow ? , 2 To what a-stubborn frame Bath sin reduc'd our mind ! What strange rebellious wretches we, And God as strangely kind ! 3 [On as he bids the sun Shed his reviving rays For us the skies their circles run To lengthen out our days. 4 The brutes obey their God, And bow their necks to men ; But we more base, more brutish things, "Reject his easy reign.] 5 Turn, turn us, mighty God, And mould our souls afresh ; Break sov'reigq grace, these hearts of stave, And give us hearts of flesh. 4 Let old ingratitude Provoke our weeping eyes, And hourly, as new mercies fall, Let hourly thanks arise. HYMN LXXV. (C. M.) Spiritual and eternal joy : or, the bea- tific sight of Christ. I FROM thee, my God, my joys shall rise And run eternal rounds, Beyond the limits of the skies, And all created bounds. 2 The.holy triumphs of my soul Shall death itself out -brave ; Leave dull mortality behind, And fly beyond the grave. 3 There, where, my blessed Jesus reigns fn heav'n's unmeasured space, VOL.l$. ],,[ I'll spend a long eternity In pleasure and in praise: 4 Millions of years my wondring eyes Shall o'er thy beauties rove, And endless ages I'll adore The glories of thy love. 5 [Sweet Jesus! ev'ry smile of thine Shall fresh endearmentsbring ; And thousand tastes of new delight Fromall thy graces spring. s Haste, my Beloved, fetch my soul Up to thy bless'd abode : Fly, for my spirit longs to see My Saviour and. my God.] HYMN LXXVI. (C. M.) 711. resurrectionand ascension of Christ. 1 HOSSANNA to thePrince ofLight, That cloath'd himself in. clay ; Enter'd the iron gates of death, And tore the bars away. 2 Death is no more the king of dread, Since our Immanuel rose; Ile took the tyrant's sting away, And spoil'd our hellish foes. 3 See how the Conqu'ror mounts aloft, And to bis Father flies, With scars of honour in his flesh, - And triumph in his 'eyes. 4 There our exalted Saviour reigns, And scatters blessings down ; Our Jesus fills the middle seat Of the celestial throne. 5 [Raise'your devotion, mortal tongues, To reach his bless'd abode ; Sweet be the accents of your songs To our incarnate God. e Bright angels, strike your loudest Your sweetest voices raise [strings, Let heav'n, and all created things, Sound our Immanuel's praise.] HYMN LXXVII. (L. M.) The Christian warfare. t STAND up, my sou), shake of thy fears, And gird the gospel armour on; March to the gates of endless jay, When thy great Captain Saviour's gone. 2' Hell and thy sins resist thy course, But bell and sinare vanquish'dfoes; Thy Jesus nail'd them to the cross, And sungthe triumphwhen he rose.] 3 [What tho' theprince of darkness rage, And waste the fury ofhis spite; Eternal chains confine him down , To fi'ry deeps, and endless night. 4 What tho' thine inward lusts rebel ; 'Tis but a struggling gasp for life ; The weapons of victorious grace Shall slay thy sins, and end the strife.] 3 Then let my soúl march boldly on, Press fehward to the heav'nly gate;
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