2 On him the Spirit, largely pour'd, Wisdom and might, and zeal and love, o 3 He comes-the pris'ners to release, o The gates of brass before him burstThe iron fetters yield! o 4 He comes-from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray ; o And on the eye-balls of the blind To pour celestial day. e 5 He comes-the broken heart to bindThe bleeding soul to cure; o And, with the treasures of his grace, T'enrich the humble poor. e 6 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, And heaven's eternal arches ring 1 Doddridge. HYMN 14. L. M. Islington. [*] AND is the gospel peace and love? Such let our conversation be; The serpent blended with the dove,― 2 Whene'er the angry passions rise, Bright pattern of the Christian life. 3 O how benevolent and kind! Shone through his life, divinely bright. Steele. HYMN 15. L. M. Weldon. [*] Christ's Transfiguration. Matt. xvii, 4. 1 WHEN at this distance, Lord, we trace The various glories of thy face, What transport pours o'er all our breast, And charms our cares and woes to rest! 2 With thee, in the obscurest cell, On some bleak mountain would I dwell; Rather than pompous courts behold, And share their grandeur and their gold. d 3 Away, ye charms of mortal joy! Raptures divine my thoughts employ! o I see the King of glory shine ;e I feel his love, and call him mine. -4 On Tabor thus his servants view'd His lustre, when transform'd he stood; And, bidding earthly scenes farewell, Cried, 'Lord, 'tis pleasant here to dwell.' -5 Yet still our elevated eyes To nobler visions long to rise; o That grand assembly would we join, Where all thy saints around thee shine. d 6 That mount-how bright! those forms-how o 'Tis good to dwell for ever there: -Come, death, dear envoy of our God, p [fair! And bear me to that blest abode. Doddridge. HYMN 16. L. M. Dresden. [*] Christ weeping over Jerusalem. Luke xix, 41, 42. P 1 WHAT venerable sight appears! The Son of God, dissolv'd in tears! Trace, O my soul, with sad surprise, e 2 For whom, bless'd Jesus, we would know, Doth such a sacred torrent flow? What brother, or what friend of thine, Who like rapacious tigers stood, p 4 Dear Lord, and did thy gushing eyes And can thy tenderness forget The sinner, humbled at thy feet? e 5 With deep remorse our bowels move,That we have wrong'd such matchless love; e Thy gentle pity, Lord, display, And smile these trembling fears away. -6 Give us to shine before thy face, Eternal trophies of thy grace; o Where songs of praise thy saints employ, And mingle with a Saviour's joy. Doddridg HYMN 17. 7s. St. John's. [b] Gethsemane: or, Agony in the Garden. Matt. xxvi, 36-45. 1 MANY woes had Christ endur'd, Many sore temptations met, Patient and to pains inur'd! e But the sorest trial yet a Was to be sustain'd in thee,- e 2 Came at length the dreadful night! Stood, and with collected might, e 3 There my God bore all my guilt; o 6 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, e 1 a HYMN 18. C. M. China. [b] FR The Saviour's Death. Hart. ROM whence these direful omens round, Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the ground? -2 Well may the earth astonish'd shake, And nature sympathize; The sun as darkest night be black Their Maker, JESUS-dies. p 3 Behold, fast streaming from the treeHis all atoning blood! d Is this the INFINITE?-'tis he- p 4 For me-these pangs his soul assail, -5 Let sin no more my soul enslave; d e Oh, save me, whom thou cam'st to save, Nor bleed-nor die in vain. HYMN 19. L. M. Carthage. Munich. [b*] It is finished. John xix, 30. 1'TIS 1'IS finish'd:-so the Saviour cried: And meekly bow'd his head, and died! 'Tis finish'd:-yes, the race is run,The battle fought, the vict'ry won. 2 'Tis finish'd-all that Heaven decreed, And all that ancient prophets said, Is now fulfill'd, as was design'd, In me, the Saviour of mankind. 3 'Tis finish'd:-Aaron now no more Must stain his robes with purple gore; The sacred veil is rent in twain; The Jewish rites no more remain. 4 'Tis finish'd :-this my dying groan Shall sins of ev'ry kind atone; o Millions shall be redeem'd from death, -By this my last, expiring breath. 5 'Tis finish'd:-Heaven is reconcil'd, And all the powers of darkness spoil'd: o Peace, love, and happiness, again Return, and dwell with sinful men. -6 'Tis finish'd:-let the joyful sound Be heard through all the nations round: s 'Tis finish'd:-let the echo fly, Through heaven and hell, through earth and Dr. Stennet. sky. HYMN 20. L. M. Dresden. [b *] Christ's Dying, Rising, and Reigning. P1HE dies! the Friend of sinners dies! p Lo! Salem's daughters weep around' a A solemn darkness veils the skies! d A sudden trembling shakes the ground! e 2 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two, For him who groan'd beneath your load; p He shed a thousand drops for you— A thousand drops of richer blood. 3 Here's love and grief beyond degreea The Lord of glory dies for men! o But, lo! what sudden joys we see! d Jesus, the dead-revives again! o 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb! Up to his Father's court he flies! g Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies! u 5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high our great Deliv'rer reigns; o Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, d And led the tyrant, death—in chains. s 6 Say, 'Live for ever, glorious King, 'Born to redeem, and strong to save!' d Then ask-'O death, where is thy sting? And where thy vict'ry, boasting grave?' |