HYMN 382. C.M. The Incarnation. John i. 14. A WAKE, awake the sacred song A To our incarnate Lord; Let ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue Adore th' eternal Word. 2 That awful Word, that sov'reign pow'r, By whom the worlds were made ; (Oh, happy morn! illustrious hour !) Was once in flesh array'd! 2 Then shone almighty pow'r and love, In all their glorious forms; When Jesus left his throne above To dwell with sinful worms. The Saviour left the skies ; That worthless man miglit rise. To hail the joyful day ; Their grateful worship pay. With wonder we adore; HYMN 383. Sevens. The Resurrection. 1 Cor. xv. 56. CHRIST, the Lord, is ris'n to-day, U Sons of men and angels say, Raise your joys and triumphs high, Sing, ye hear'ns, and earth reply. 2 Love's redeeming work is done, HYMN 384. Eights. 1 Our faithful unchangeable friend ; Whose love is as large as his pow'r, And neither kuoss measure nor end ; 'Tis Jesus the first and the last, Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home, We'll praise him for all that is past, And trust him for all that's to come. HYMN 385. Sixes and Fours. Worthy the Lamb. Praise ye his name ; Worthy the Lamb. Praise ye his name; Worthy the Lamb. Praising his name; Worthy the Lamb. Praise ve his name ; Worthy the Lamb. Praising his name : Worthy the Lamb, 6 Then let the hosts above, Praise his dear name: Worthy the Lamb. Prayer. Would fain like Peter weep. And break my heart of stone. Repentance to impart, The humble, contrite heart. And break my heart of stone. 3 See me, Saviour, from above, Nor suffer me to die ; Smile in thy gracious eye. And break my heart of stone. . 4 Pray, as when thy pitying eye Was clos'd, that we might live ; “Father,” thou saidst, “ forgive !" HYMN 387. C. M. The Infinite. COME, seraph, lend your heav'nly tongue, U Or harp of golden string, That I may raise a lofty song To our Eternal King. 2 Thy names how infinite they be! Great Everlasting One! Boundless thy might and majesty, And unconfin'd thy throne. 3 Thy glories shine of wond'rous size, And wond'rous large thy grace, Immortal day breaks from thine eyes, And Gabriel veils his face. 4 Thive essence is a vast abyss, Which angels cannot sound; i An ocean of infivities Where all our thoughts are drown'd. 5 The myst'ries of creation lie, Beneath enlighten'd minds; Thoughts can ascend above the sky, And fly before the winds. 6 Reason may grasp the massy hills, And stretch from pole to pole ; But half thy name our spirit fills, And overloads our soul. |