1E2 HYMNS. XCVI. XCVII a Oh, the sharp pangs of smarting pain My dear Redeemer bore, When knotty whips and raggedthorns, His sacred body tore 3 But knotty whips, and ragged thorns, In vain I do accuse ; In vain I blame the Roman bands, And the more spiteful Jews. 4 'Twere yon, my sins, my cruel sins, His chief tormentors were ; Each of my crimes became a nail, Andunbelief the spear. 5 'Twere you that pul'd the vengeance down' Upon his guiltless head : (eyes, Break, break my heart, oh burst mine And let my sorrows bleed. 6 Strike, mighty grace, my flinty soul, 'Till melting waters flow, Anddeep repentance drown mine eyes In undissembled woe. HYMN XCVI. (C M.) Distinguishing love ; or, Angels punish- ed, and man saved. 1 DOWN headlong from thenative skies The rebel - angels fell, And thunderbolts of flaming wrath Pursu'd them deep to hell. 2 ;Down from the top of earthly bliss Rebellious man was hurl'd; AndJesus stop d beneath the grave, To reach a sinking world. 3 Oh, love of infinite degree! Unmeasurable grace ! Must heav'n's eternal Darling die, To save a trait'rous race ? 4 Must angels sink for ever down, And burn in quenchless fire, While Godforsakes his shining throne, To raise us wretches higher? 5 Oh, for this love, let earth and skies With hallelujahs ring, And the full choir of human tongues All hallelujahs sing. HYMN XCVII. (L. M.) The same. I FROM heav'n the sinning Angels fell, And wrath and darkness chain'd them down ; But man, vile man, forsook his bliss, And mercy lifts him to a crown. I Amazing work of sovereign grace, That-could distinguish rebels so ! Our guilty treasons call'd aloud Fereverlasting fetters too. a To thee, to thee, Almighty Love, Onr souls, ourselves, our all we pay Millions of tongues shall 'sound thy praise 44a. the bright hills of heav'nly day. . XCV111. XCIX. C. [Book II. HYMN XCVIII. (L. M.) Hardness of heart complained of. 1 MY heart how dreadful hard it is! How heavy here it lies; fleary and cold within my breast, Just like a rock of ice ! 2 Sin, like a raging tyrant sits Upon this flinty throne Andpev'ry grace lies buried deep Beneath this heart of stone. 3 How seldom do I rise to God, Or taste the joys above ? This mountain presses down my' faith; And chillsmy flaming love. 4 When smiling mercy courts my soul With all its heav'nly charms, This stubborn, this relentless thing Would thrust it from my arms. 5 Against the thunders of thy word Rebellious I have stood; My heart, it shakes not at the wrath And terrors of a God. f Dear Saviour, steep this rock of mine In thine own crimson sea! None but a bath of blood divine Caa melt the flint away. HYMN XCIX. (C. M.) The book of God's decrees. 1 LET the whole race of creatures lie Abas'd before their God: Whate'erhis sov'reignvoice has form'd He governs with a nod. 2 (Ten thousandages e'er the skies Were into motion brought ; All the long years and worlds to come Stood present to his thought. 3 There's not a sparrow or a worm, But's found in his decrees; He raises monarchs to their throne, And sinks them as he please.] 4 If light attend the course I run, 'Tas he provides those rays; And 'tis his hand that hides my sun, If darkness cloud my days. 5 Yet I would not be much concern'd, Nor vainly long to see The volumes of his deep decrees, What months are writ for me. 6 When he reveals the book of life, O may I read my name Amongst the chosen of his love, The foll'wers of the Lamb! HYMN C. (L. M.) The presence of Christ is the life of the soul. 1 HOW full of anguish is the thought, How it distracts and tears my heart, If God at last, any sov'reign Judge Should frown and bid my soul depart.' 2 Lord, when I quit this earthly stage, Where shall I fly but to thy breast?
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