Book IL] HYMNS. LXXX1II. LXXXIV. LXXXV. LXXXVI. 179 2 He rais'd me from the deeps of sin, The gates of gaping hell, And fix'd my standing more secure Than 'twas before I fell. 3 The arms of everlasting love Beneath my soul he plac'd, And'on the Rock of Ages set My slipp'ry footsteps fast. 4 The city of my bless'd abode Is wall'd around with grace ; Salvation for a bulwark stands To shield the sacred place. S Satan may vent the sharpest spite, And all his legions roar ; Almighty mercy guards my life, And bounds his ragingpow'r. 6 Arise, my soul, awake my voice, And tunes of pleasure sing ; Loud Hallelujahs shall address My Saviour and my King. HYMN LXXXIII. (C. M.) The passion andezaltation of Christ. 1 THUS saith the Ruler of the skies, " Awake, my dreadful sword ; Awake my wrath, and smite the man, My fellote, saith the Lord." 2 Vengeance rcceiv'd the dread com- mand, And armed, down she flies; Jesus submits t' his Father's hand, And bows' his head, and dies. 3 But, oh ! the wisdom and the grace That join'd with vengeance now! He dies, to save our guilty race, And yet he rises too. 4 A person so divine was lie Who yielded to be slain, That he could give his soul away, And take his life again. 5 Live, glorious Lord, and reign on high, Let ev'rynation sing, And angels sound, withendless joy, The Saviour and the King. HYMN LXXXIV. (S. M.) The same. 1 COME, all harmonious tongues, Your noblest music bring; 'Tis Christ the everlasting God, And Christ the man, we sing. 2 Tell how he took our flesh, To take away our guilt; Sing the dear drops of sacred blood That hellish monsters split. ! ¡Alas, the cruel spear Went deep into his side ; And the rich flood of purple gore Their murd'rous weapons dy'd.] 4 [The waves of swelling grief Did o'er his bosom roll, Apdmountains of almighty wrath Lay heavy on-his soul.] .5 Down to the shades of death He bow'd his awfulhead Yet he arose to live and reign When death itself is dead. e No more the bloody spear, The cross and nails no more; For hell itself shakes at his name, Andall the heav'ns adore. 7 There the Redeemer sits High on the Father's throne t The Father layshis vengeance by, And smiles upon his Son. There his full glories shine With untreated rays, And bless his saints and angels' eyes To everlasting days. HYMN LXXXV. (C. M.) Sufficiency of pardon. 1 WHYdoes your face, yehumble souls, These mournful colours wear? What doubts are these that waste your faith, And nourish your despair? 2 What tho' your num'rous sins exceed The stars that fill the skies, And, aiming at th' eternal throne, Like pointed mountains rise: 3 Whattho' your mightyguilt beyond The wide creation swell, And has its curs'd foundations laid Low as the deeps of hell. 4 See here an endless ocean flows Of never - failing grace; Behold a dying Saviour's veins The sacred flood increase: 5 It rises high, and drowns the hills, 'T has neither shore nor bound, Now, if we search to find our sins, Our sins can ne'er be found. 6 Awake, our hearts, adore the grace That buries all our-faults, And pard'ning blaod,that swells above Our follies and our thoughts. HYMN LXXXVI. (C. M.) Freedom from sin and misery in heaven. 1 OUR sins, alas! how strong they be? And, like a violent sea, They break our duty, Lord, to thee, And hurry us away. 2 The waves of trouble how they rise! How loud the tempests roar ! But death shall land our weary souls Safe on the heav'nly shore. 3 There, to fulfil his sweet commands, Our speedy feet shall move; No sin shall clog our winged zeal, Or cool our burning love. 4 There shall we sit and sing, and tell The wonders of his grace, M2
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