Book IL] HYMNS. CXLII. CXLIII. CXLIV. CXLV. 181 8 [Lord, how our souls are all on fire To see thy bless'd abode : Our tongues rejoice in tunes of praise To our incarnate God! 9 And while our faith enjoys this sight, We longto leave our clay And wish, thy fiery chariots Lord, To fetch our souls away. HYMN XCII. (C. M.) The Church' saved, and her enemies disappointed. Composed the 5th of November, 1694. 7 SHOUT to the Lord, and let our joys Thro' the whole nation run ; Ye British skies, resound the noise Beyond the rising sun. a Thee, mighty God, our souls admire, Thee our glad voices sing, And join with the. celestial choir, To praise the eternal King. 3 Thy pow'r the whole creation rules, And on the starry skies, Sits smiling at the weak designs Thine envious foes devise. 4 Thy scorn derides their feeble rage, And, With an awful frown, Flings vast confusion on their plots, And shakes their Babel down. S [Their secret fires in caverns lay, And we the sacrifice: But gloomy caverns strove in vain . To 'scape all- searching eyes. 6 Their dark designs were all reveal'd, Their treasons all betray'd : Praise to the Lord, that brokethe snare Their cursed hands had laid.]. 7 In vain the busy sons of hell Still new rebellions try, Their souls shall pinewith enviousrage And vex -away and die. 8 Almighty grace defends our land From their malicious pow'r; Let Britain with united songs Almighty grace adore. HYMN XCIII. (S. M.) God all, and in all. Psal. lxxiii. 25. 1 MY God, my life, my love, To thee, to thee I call ; I cannot live, if thou remove, For thou art all in all. 2 [Thy shining grace can cheer This dungeon where I dwell: 'Tis paradise when thou art here;. If thou depart, 'tis hell.] 3 The smilings of thy face, How amiable they are! 'Tisheav'n to rest in thine embrace, And no where else bet there. 4 [To thee, and thee alone, The angels owe their bliss;. r1 3 They sit around thy gracious throne, And dwell where Jesus is.] [Not all the harps above Can make a heav'nly place, If God his,residence remove, Or but conceal his face.] 6 Nor earth, nor all the sky, Can one delight afford; No, not a drop of real joy, Without .thy presence, Lord. 7 Thou art the sea of .love, Where an my pleasures roil ; The circle wheremy passionsmove And centre of my soul. 8 [To thee my spirits fly With infinite desire: And yet, how far from thee I liel Dear Jesus raise me higher.] HYMN XCIV. (L. M.) God my only happiness. Ps. lxxiii. 25. 1 MY God, my portion, and nay love, My everlasting all, I've none but thee in heav'n above, Or on this earthly ball. 2 [What empty things are all the skies, And this inferior clod There's nothinghere deserves my joys, There's nothing like my God.] 3 [In vain the bright, the burning sun Scatters his feeble light: 'Tis thy sweet beams create my noon ; If thou withdraw, 'tis night. 4 And whilst upon my restless bed Amongst the shades I roll, If my Redeemer shewshis bead, 'Tis morning with my' soul.] 5 To thee we owe our wealth and friends And health and safe abode Thanks to thy name for meaner things, But they are not my God. 6 How vain a toy is glitt'ring wealth,. If once compar'd to thee ? Or what's my safety, or my health, Or all my friends to me ? 7 Were I; possessor of the earth, And call'd the stars my own : Without thy graces, and thy self, I were a wretch undone. Let others stretch their arms like seas, And grasp in all the shore, Grant me the visits of thy face, And I desire no more. HYMN XCV. (C. M.) Look on him rehom they pierced, and mourn.. 1 INFINITE grief! amazing woe ? Behold my bleeding Lord: Hell and the Jews conspir'd his death, And us?d the Roman sword.
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