2 Love's redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the battle won!
Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er,
Lo! he sits in blood no more.
3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Christ bath burst the gates of hell:
Death in vain forbids his rise,
Christ hath open'd Paradise.
4 Lives again our glorious King,
"Where, O death, is now thy sting"
Once he dy'd our souls to save;
"Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave "
5 Soar we now where Christ has led,
Following our exalted head;
Made like him, like him we rise,
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.
6 What tho' once we perish'd all,
Partners of our parents' fall;
Second life let us receive,
In our heav'nly Adam live.
7 Hail the Lord of earth and heav'n!
Praise to thee by both be giv'n!
Thee we greet triumphant now,
Hail the Resurrection-thou.
HYMN 384. Eights.
Our God for ever and ever.
HIS God is the God we adore,
Our faithful unchangeable friend; Whose love is as large as his pow'r,
And neither knows 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.
YLORY to God on high!
Let earth and skies reply,
Praise ye his name ;
His love and grace adore,
Who all our sorrows bore :
Sing loud forevermore,
Worthy the Lamb.
2 Jesus our Lord and God,
Bore sin's tremendous load,
Praise ye his name;
Tell what his arm hath done,
What spoils from death he won:
Sing his great name alone,
Worthy the Lamb.
3 While they around the throne
Cheerfully join in one,
Praising his name;
Those who have felt his blood
Scaling their peace with God;
Sound his dear fame abroad,
Worthy the Lamb.
4 Join, all ye ransom'd race,
Our holy Lord to bless ;
Praise ve his name;
In him we will rejoice,
And make a joyful noise,
Shouting with heart and voice,
Worthy the Lamb.
5 What tho' we change our place,
Yet we shall never cease
Praising his name :
To him our songs we bring,
Hail him our gracious King,
And without ceasing sing,
Worthy the Lamb.
6 Then let the hosts above,
In realms of endless love,
Praise his dear name:
To him ascribed be
Honor and majesty,
Thro' all eternity;
Worthy the Lamb.
Sevens, Sixes and Eights.
Backsliding and Returning; or, the Backslider's
ESUS, let thy pitying eye
Jcall back a Wandring sheep;
Praise to thee, like Peter, I
Would fain like Peter weep.
Let me be by grace restor'd,
On me be all its freeness shewn :
Turn and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
2 Saviour, prince, enthron'd above,
Repentance to impart,
Give me thro' thy dying love,
The humble, contrite heart.
Give, what I have long implor'd,
A portion of thy love unknown:
Turn and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
3 See me, Saviour, from above,
Nor suffer me to die;
Life, and happiness, and love,
Smile in thy gracious eye.
Speak the reconciling word,
And let thy mercy melt me down :
Turn and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
4 Pray, as when thy pitying eye
Was clos'd, that we might live;
Gasping, at the point to die,
"Father," thou saidst, "forgive!"
Oh, how glorious was the word,
When thou, expiring, saidst," 'tis done!"
Oh, my loving, bleeding Lord!
This breaks my heart of stone.
HYMN 387. C. M.
The Infinite.
COME, seraph, lend Yong,
NOME, seraph, lend your heav'nly tongue,
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 Thine essence is a vast abyss,
Which angels cannot sound;
An ocean of infinities
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.
7 In vain our haughty reason swells,
For nothing's found in Thee,
But boundless inconceivables,
And vast eternity.
HYMN 388. C. M.
The Nativity of Christ.
HEPHERDS, rejoice, lift up your eyes,
News from the region of the skies,
Salvation's born to-day.
2 "JESUS, the GOD, whom angels fear,
Comes down to dwell with you;
To-day he makes his entrance here,
But not as monarchs do.
3 "No gold, nor purple swaddling bands,
Nor royal shining things;
A manger for his cradle stands,
And holds the King of kings.
4 "Go, shepherds, where the infant lies,
And see his humble throne ;
With tears of joy in all your eyes,
Go, shepherds, kiss the Son."
5 Thus Gabriel sang, and straight around,
The heav'nly armies throng;
They tune their harps to lofty sound,
And thus conclude the song :
6 "Glory to God that reigns above,
Let peace surround the earth;
Mortals shall know their Maker's love,
At their Redeemer's birth."
7 LORD! and shall angels have their songs, And men no tunes to raise ?
Oh, may we lose these useless tongues,
When they forget to praise !
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