180 HYMNS. LXXXVIL .XCI, [Book II. 'Till heav'nly raptures fire our hearts, And smile in ev'ry face. 5 For ever his dear sacred name Shall dwell upon our tongue, And Jesus and salvation be,. The close of ev'ry song. HYMN LXXXVII. [C. M.] The divine glories above our reason. 1 HOW wond'rous great, how glorious bright, Must our Creator be, Who dwells amidst the dazzling light, Of vast infinity! 2 Our soaring spirits upwards rise Tow'rd the celestial throne: Fain would we see the blessed Three And the almighty One. 3 Our reason stretches all its wings, And climbs above the skies ; But still how far beneath thy feet -Our grov'ling reason lies ! 4 [Lord here we bend our humble souls, And awefully adore: For the weak pinions of Our mind Can stretch a thought no more.] 5 Thy glories infinitely rise Above our lab'ring tongue; In vail the highest seraph tries To form an equal song. 6 lIn humble notes our faith adores The great mysterious King, While angelsstrain their noblerpow'rs, And sweep th' immortalstring.] HYMN LXXXVIII. (C7 M.) Salvation. 1 SALVATION! O, the joyful sound; 'Tis pleasure to our ears ; A sov'reign balm for ev'ry wound, A cordial for our fears. . 2 Bury'd in sorrow and in sin, At hell's dark door we lay ; But we arise, by grace divine, To are a heav'nly day. 3 Salvation let the echo fly The spacious earth around, While all the.armies.of the sky Conspire to raise the sound. HYMN LXXXIX. [C. M.] Christ's victory over. Satan. I . HOSANNA to our conqu'riñg King! The prince of darkness flies, .His troops rush headlong down to hell, Like lightning from the skies. 2 There, bound in chains, the lions roar, And fright the rescu'd sheep; But heavy bars confine their pow'r And malice to the deep. 3 Hosanna to our conq'ring King, All hail, incarnate love! Ten thousand songs and glories wait To crown thy head above. 4 Thy vict'ries and thy deathless fame Theo' the wide world shall run, And everlasting ages sing The triumphs thou hast won. HYMN XC. [C. M.] Faith in Cbristfor pardon andsancltS cation. 1 HOW sad our state by nature is Our sin, how deep it stains! And Satan binds our captive minds Fast in his slavish chains. 2 But there's a voice of sov'reigq grace Sounds from the sacred word ; " Ho ! ye despairing sinners, come, " And trust upon the Lord." 3 My sou! obeys th' almighty call, And runs to this relief; I wouldbelieve thy promise, Lord: Oh ! help my unbelief. 4 [To the dear fountain of thy blood, Incarnate God, I fly; Here let me wash my spotted soul From crimes of deepest dye. 5 Stretch out thine arm, victorious King, My reigning sins subdue ; Drive the old dragon-fromhis seat, With all his hellish crew.] 6 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm On thy kind arms I fall Be thou my strength and righteousness My Jesus, and my all. HYMN XCI. (C. M.) The glory of Christ in heaven. i O ! the delights, the heav'nlyjoys, The glories of the place, Where Jesus sheds thebrightest beams Of his o'erflowing grace ! 2 Sweet majesty and awful love Sit smiling on his brow, And all the glorious ranks above Athumble distance bow. 3 [Princes to his imperial name Bend their bright sceptres down ; Dominions, thrones, and pow'rs re- joice To see him wear the crown. 4 Archangels sound his lofty praise Theo' ev'ry heav'nly street, And lay their highest honours down Submissive at his feet. 5 Those soft, those blessed feet of his, That once rude iron tore, High on a throne of light they stand, And all the saints adore. 6 Plis head, the dear majestic head, That cruel thorns did wound, See what immortal glories shine, And circle it around. 7 This is the man, th' exalted man, Whom we, unseen, adore: But when our eyes behold his face, Our hearts shall love him more.
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