Thro' all his mighty works
Amazing wisdom shines,
Confounds the powers of hell,
And breaks their dark designs,
Strong is his arm and shall fulfil
His great decree and sov'reign will.
And can this sov'reign King
Of glory condescend,
And will he write his Name,
My Father and my Friend?
I love his Name, I love his Word,
Join all my powers to praise the Lord?
HYMN LXVIII. P. M.
LORD, should rising whirlwinds tear
From its stem the ripening ear;
Should the fig-trees blasted shoot,
Drop her green, untimely fruit;
Should the vine put forth no more,
Nor the olive yield her store;
Tho' the sick'ning flock should fall,
And the herds desert the stall;
Should thine alter'd hand restrain
The early and the latter rain;
Blast each op'ning bud of joy,
And the rising year destroy;
Yet to Thee my soul should raise,
Grateful vows and solemn praise,
And when every blessing's flown,
Love Thee for thyself alone.
EHOLD a stranger at the door,
He gently knocks, has knock'd before, Has waited long, is waiting still; You use no other friend so ill.
But will he prove a friend indeed?
He will; the very friend you need;
The Man of Nazareth, 'tis He
With garments dy'd from Calvary.
O lovely attitude! he stands
With melting heart and open hands!
O matchless kindness! and he shows
This matchless kindness to his foes.
Rise, touch'd with gratitude divine,
Turn out his enemy and thine;
Turn out that hateful monster Sin,
And let the heav'nly stranger in.
Yet know, nor of the terms complain,
Where Jesus comes, he comes to reign;
To reign, and with no partial sway;
Ev'n thoughts must die that disobey.
Sov'reign of Souls! thou prince of peace!
O may thy gentle reign increase;
Throw wide the door, each willing mind,
And be his empire-all mankind.
HYMN LXX. L. M.
HE one thing needful, that good part, Which Mary chose with all her heart, I would pursue with heart and mind, And seek unwearied till I find.
But O! I'm blind and ignorant;
The Spirit of the Lord I want,
To guide me in the narrow road,
That leads to happiness and God.
O God most High, to thee I pray,
Teach me to know and find the way,
To get on earth my sins forgiven,
And safe at last arrive in heav'n.
My mind enlighten with thy light,
That I may understand aright,
The glorious gospel mystery,
Which shews the path to heav'n and thee.
HYMN LXXI. C. M.
TET ev'ry mortal ear attend,
And ev'ry heart rejoice,
The trumpet of the gospel sounds
With an inviting voice.
Come all ye hungry, starving souls,
That feed upon the wind,
And vainly strive with earthly toys,
To fill an empty mind!
Eternal Wisdom has prepar'd
A soul-reviving feast;
And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision taste.
Ho! ye that pant for living streams,
And pine away and die;
Here you may quench your rageing thirst, With springs that never dry.
Rivers of love and mercy here,
In a rich ocean join ;
Salvation in abundance flows,
Like floods of milk and wine.
Dear Lord! the treasures of thy love
Are everlasting mines;
Deep as our helpless miseries are,
And boundless as our sins.
The happy gates of gospel-grace
Stands open night and day;
Lord, we now come to seek supplies
And chase our wants away.
HYMN LXXII. C. M..
LUNG'D in a gulph of deep despair,
We wretched sinners lay,
Without one cheering beam of hope,
Or spark of glimmering day.
With pitying eyes, the Prince of Grace, Beheld our helpless grief:
He saw, and (O amazing love!)
He came to our relief.
Down from the shining seats above,
With joyful haste he fled;
Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.
O for this love let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break,
And all harmonious human tongues,
The Saviour's praises speak!
Angels, assist our mighty joys,
Strike all your harps of gold,
But when you raise your highest notes,
His love can ne'er be told.
"ARK! the voice of love and mercy, Sounds aloud from Calvary!
See it rends the rocks asunder,
Shakes the earth and veils the sky!
"It is finish'd!"
Hear the dying Saviour cry.
It is finish'd! O what pleasure
Do these cheering words afford!
Heavenly blessings, without measure,
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