3 What wisdom can conceive or know,
What tongue or pen can truly show
The vast dimensions of his love,
Or show his pow'r in heav'n above?
4 To God be praise and worship done,
For giving us his only Son :
Let's tune our souls, and him adore
In hallelujahs evermore.
HYMN 394. C. M.
Christ's Death, Victory and Dominion.
SING my Saviour's wondrous death;
He conquer'd when he fell;
'Tis finish'd, said his dying breath,
And shook the gates of hell.
2 'Tis finish'd, our Emmanuel cries,
The dreadful work is done;
Hence shall his sov'reign throne arise,
His kingdom is begun,
3 His cross a sure foundation laid
For glory and renown,
When thro' the regions of the dead
He pass'd to reach the crown.
4 Exalted at his Father's side
Sits our victorious Lord;
To heav'n and hell his hands divide
The vengeance or reward.
5 The saints from his propitious eye,
Await their sev'ral crowns:
And all the sons of darkness fly
The terror of his frowns.
Farewell to the World.
WORLD adieu! thou real cheat,
Oft have thy deceitful charms
Fill'd my heart with fond conceit,
Foolish hopes, and false alarms;
Now I see as clear as day,
How thy follies pass away.
2 Vain thy entertaining sights,
False thy promises renew'd,
All the pomp of thy delights
Does but flatter and delude:
Thee I quit for heav'n above,
Object of the noblest love.
3 Farewell, honor's empty pride,
Thy own nice, uncertain gust,
If the least mischance betide,
Lays thee lower than the dust:
Worldly honors end in gall,
Rise to-day-to-morrow fall.
4 Foolish vanity-farewell-
More inconstant than the waves;
Where thy soothing fancies dwell,
Purest tempers they deprave:
He, to whom I fly from thee,
Jesus Christ shall set me free.
5 Let not, Lord, my wand'ring mind
Follow after fleeting toys,
Since, in thee alone, I find
Solid and substantial joys:
Joys which never overpast,
Through eternity shall last.
6 Lord! how happy is a heart
After thee while it aspires!
True and faithful as thou art,
Thou shalt answer its desires;
It shall see the glorious scene
Of thine everlasting reign.
HYMN 396. (Tune, New-York.)
The Dying Christian to his Soul.
VITAL spark of heav'nly flame ;
Quit, Oh, quit this mortal frame;
Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying,
Oh, the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life.
2 Hark! they whisper, angels say,
Sister spirit, come away.
What is this absorbs me quite,
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
3 The world recedes; it disappears!
Heav'n opens on my eyes! my ears
With sounds seraphic ring:
Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
O grave! where is thy victory?
death! where is thy sting?
HYMN 397. C. M.
A Funeral Piece.
HE righteous souls that take their flight.
Far Fom this world of pain,
In God's paternal bosom blest,
For ever shall remain.
2 To minds unwise they seem to die,
All joyful hope to cease;
Whilst they, secur'd by faith, repose
In everlasting peace.
3 For at the great, the awful day,
When Christ descends from high;
With myriads of angelic saints,
They'll meet him in the sky.
4 Their God, their Judge, their mighty Lord,
Shall pour redeeming grace;
And call them ever to behold,
The brightness of his face.
HYMN 398. C. M.
Christ the Fountain of Life.
H, what amazing words of grace
Are in the gospel found!
Suited to every sinner's case,
Who knows the joyful sound.
2 Here Jesus calls; and he's a true,
A kind, a faithful friend;
He's Alpha and Omega too,
Beginning and the end.
3 Come then, with all your wants and wounds, Your ev'ry burden bring;
Here love, eternal love abounds,
A deep celestial spring.
4 Whoever thirsts, O gracious word!
Shall of this stream partake;
Come, thirsty souls, and bless the Lord,
And drink for Jesu's sake.
5 This spring with living water flows,
And living joy imparts;
Come, thirsty souls, your wants disclose,
And drink with thankful hearts.
6 To sinners poor, like me and you,
He saith, he'll freely give;
Come, thirsty souls, and prove it true,
Drink, and for ever live.
HYMN 399. Eights and Sevens.
The Close of the Year.
HEA'NLY Father, here we bless thee,
All thy goodness we adore;
And with humble songs address thee,
God of mercy, love and pow'r !
Thou hast been our great salvation,
Through the world's deceitful maze ;
Through affliction and temptation,
Thou hast kept us all our days.
2 Having help from thee obtained,
Here before thee, Lord, we stand;
Foes and fears thou hast restrained,
By thy gracious mighty hand;
Ev'ry want hast thou supplied,
Life, and health, and needful food;
Nothing has thy love denied
Which thou knew'st would do us good. 3 But renewing love and favor,
In us wrought by sov'reign grace, Through a dear and precious Saviour, Call for songs of loudest praise: Here our sins are all forgiven;
Here our mighty debt is paid;
Here we've peace, and peace with Heaven,
Made in him our living Head.
4 He, dear Shepherd, kindly sought us,
Strong to save us, he drew near;
Hitherto his love has brought us,
And we close another year.
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