2 Join in a song of sweet accord, e 3 Let those refuse to sing, Who never knew our God; o But fav'rites of the heavenly King Should speak their joys abroad. -4 [The God that rules on high, And thunders when he please, That rides upon the stormy sky, And manages the seas, e 5 This awful God is ours,Our Father and our love; o He will send down his heavenly powers, To carry us above. 6 There we shall see his face, And never-never sin; There, from the rivers of his grace, 7 Yes, and before we rise To that immortal state, The thoughts of such amazing bliss -8 The men of grace have found Celestial fruits, on earthily ground, b 9 A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets. o 10 Then let our songs abound, And ev'ry tear be dry! o We're narching through Emmanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high. HYMN 31. L. M. Sicilian. [b] 11 W Death is the gate of endless joy, 2 The pains, the groans, the dying strite, 3 Oh! if my Lord would come and meet, 4 Jesus can make a dying bed e 1 HYMN 32. C. M. HOW Frailty and Folly [OW short and hasty is our life! e Yet senselessly vain mortals strive- -2 Our days run thoughtlessly along, Just like a story, or a song, 3 God, from on high, invites us home; And, ever hast'ning to the tomb, a 4 How we deserve the deepest hell, What chains of vengeance should we feel, -5 Draw us, O God, with sovereign grace, o That we may end this mortal race, And see salvation nigh. HYMN 33. C. M. Arundel. St. Asaph's. *) The blessed Society in Heaven. 1 RAISE thee, my soul, fly up, and run Through ev'ry heavenly street: And say, there's nought below the sun, 2 [Thus will we mount on sacred wings, Nor earth, nor all her mightiest things, g 3 There, on a high majestic throne, And sheds his glorious goodness down, 4 Bright, like the sun, the Saviour sits, No evenings there, nor gloomy nights, 5 Amidst those ever-shining skies, o 6 The glorious tenants of the place e And saints and seraphs sing and praise The infinite Three-One. e 7 [But oh, what beams of heavenly grace Ten thousand smiles from Jesus' face, e 8 Jesus, and when shall that dear day, When I shall leave this house of clay, HYMN 34. C M. Isle of Wight. Zion. [b *] 1 COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. e 2 Look, how.we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling toys! a Our souls can neither fly nor go, To reach eternal joys. e 3 In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise; a Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies. p 4 Dear Lord! and shall we ever lie -5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, HYMN 35. C. M. Mear. [*] Praise for Creation and Redemption. e 1 LET them neglect thy glory, Lord, Who never knew thy grace; o But our loud song shall still record The wonders of thy praise. • 2 We raise our shouts, O God, to thee, And send them to thy throne; u All glory to the united THREE, The undivided ONE. -3 "Twas he (and we'll adore his name) Who form'd us by a word; 'Tis he restores our ruin'd frame: Salvation to the Lord! s 4 Hosanna!-let the earth and skies Repeat the joyful sound; Rocks, hills, and vales reflect the voice, In one eternal round. HYMN 36. S. M. Newton. [*] WE Christ's Intercession. WELL, the Redeemer's gone, To sprinkle o'er the flaming throne, 2 No fiery vengeance now, No burning wrath comes down ; If justice calls for sinners' blood, -3 Before his Father's eye vn Our humble suit he moves; The Father lays his thunder by, 0 4 Now may our joyful tongues Jesus, the Friest, receives our songs, e 5 That lays his thunder by.] o 6 On earth thy mercy reigns, And triumphs all above; e But, Lord, how weak our mortal strains, To speak immortal love! \ 7 [How jarring and how low -Sweet Saviour, tune our songs anew, 1 HYMN 37. C. M. Sunday. [*] The same. IFT up your eyes to th' heavenly seats, Kind Intercessor, there he sits, And loves, and pleads, and prays. 2 'Twas well, my soul, he dy'd for thee, Appeas'd stern justice on the tree, 3 Petitions now and praise may rise, 4 (Let papists trust what names they please; 5 Jesus alone shall bear my cries 6 Ten thousand praises to the King; Ten thousand thanks our spirits bring |