Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.

IV.

Oh for this love let rocks and hills
Their lasting filence break,
And all harmonious human tongues,
The Saviour's praises speak.
V.

Angels affift our mighty joys,

Strike all your harps of gold;

But when you raise your highest notes
His love can ne'er be told.

BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,

Ye nations bow with facred joy,

Know that the Lord is God alone,
He can create, and he destroy.
II.

His fov'reign pow'r, without our aid,

Made us of clay, and form'd us men; And when like wand'ring fheep we stray'd, He brought us to his fold again,

We'll

III.

we'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heav'ns our voices raise ;
And earth with her ten thousand tongues
Shall fill thy courts with founding praise.
IV.

Wide as the world is thy command,
Vaft as eternity thy love,

Firm as a rock thy truth muft ftand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.

HYMN

LXVI.

PSALM cl.

I.

RAISE the Lord, who reigns above,

PRAI

And keeps his court below,

Praise the holy God of love,
And all his greatness fhew:

Praife him for his noble deeds,

Praise him for his matchlefs pow'r ; Him from whom all good proceeds, Let earth and heaven adore.

II.

Publifh, fpread to all around,
The great Immanuel's name,
Let the trumpet's martial found,
Hin Lord of Hofts proclaim :
Praise him ev'ry tuneful ftring,
All the reach of heav'nly art,
All the pow'rs of music bring,

The mufic of the heart.

Him

III.

Him, in whom they move, and live,
Let every creature fing,

Glory to their Maker give,

And homage to their King: Hallow'd be his name beneath,

As in heaven on earth ador'd,
Praise the Lord in every breath;
Let all things praise the Lord!

HYMN LXVII:
CHRIST'S Commiffion.

I.

RAISE your triumphant fongs

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To an immortal tune;

Let the wide earth refound the deeds,

Celestial grace has done.

II.

Sing how eternal love

Its chief beloved chofe,

And bid him raise our wretched race

From their abyss of woes.

III.

His hand no thunder bears,

No terror clothes his brow;

No bolts to drive our guilty fouls

To fiercer flames below.

'Twas

IV.

'Twas mercy fill'd the throne,

And wrath ftood filent by,

When Chrift was sent with pardons down
To rebels doom'd to die.

V.

Now, finners dry your tears, Let hopeless forrows cease: Bow to the scepter of his love, And take the offer'd peace.

VI.

May we obey the call,
And lay an humble claim
To the falvation he hath brought,
And love, and praise his name!

HYMN

LXVIII.

For New Year's Day.

Luke xiii. 6.—II.

I.

HE Lord of earth and sky,
The God of ages praife!

Who reigns enthron'd on high,
Ancient of endless days;

Who lengthens out our trial here,
And spares us yet another year.

Barren

II.

Barren and wither'd trees,

We cumber'd long the ground,

No fruit of holiness

On our dead fouls was found! Yet did he us in mercy fpare,

Another and another year.

III.

When justice bar'd the fword
To cut the fig-tree down,
The pity of our Lord

Cry'd "Let it ftill alone,"

The Father mild inclin'd his ear,
And fpar'd us yet another year.

IV.

Jefus thy fpeaking blood

From God obtain'd the grace.
Who therefore hath beftow'd
On us a longer space:

Thou didft in our behalf appear,
And lo, we fee another year }

V.

Then dig about the root,'

Break up our fallow ground,
And let our gracious fruit
To thy great praife abound:
O let us all thy praise declare,
And fruit unto perfection bear!
K

HYMN