e 4 But ere one fleeting hour is past,
The flattering world employs
Some sensual bait to seize my taste,
And to pollute my joys.

-5 Trifles of nature, or of art,
With fair deceitful charms,
Intrude into my thoughtless heart,
And thrust me from thy arms.

e 6 Then I repent, and vex my soul,
That I should leave thee so;

Where will these wild affections roll,
That let a Saviour go?

7 [Sin's promised joys are turned to pain,
And I am drowned in grief;

-But my dear Lord returns again,
He flies to my relief:

o 8 Seizing my soul with sweet surprise,
He draws with loving bands,

e Divine compassion in his eyes,

P

And pardon in his hands.]

9 Wretch that I am, to wander thus, In chase of false delight!

—Let me be fastened to thy cross,

Rather than lose thy sight.

10 [Make haste, my days, to reach the goal, And bring my heart to rest

On the dear centre of my soul,

My God, my Saviour's breast.]

HYMN 21. L. M. Dresden. [*]
A Song of Praise to God the Redeemer.
ET the old heathens tune their song

1L of great Diana and of Jove;

But the sweet theme that moves my tongue,
Is my Redeemer and his love.

e 2 Behold a God descends and dies,
To save my soul from gaping hell:
How the black gulf where Satan lies,
Yawned to receive me when I fell!

e 3 How justice frowned, and vengeance stood,
To drive me down to endless pain!
But the great Son proposed his blood,
And heavenly wrath grew mild again.

o 4 Infinite Lover, gracious Lord,

To thee be endless honours given; g Thy wondrous name shall be adored, Round the wide earth and wider heaven.]

HYMN 22. L. M.

1 [TER

Psalm 97. [*]

With God is terrible Majesty.

ERRIBLE God, who reign'st on high,
How awful is thy thundering hand!
Thy fiery bolts, how fierce they fly!
Nor can all earth or hell withstand.
2 This the old rebel angels knew,
And Satan fell beneath thy frown:
Thine arrows struck the traitor through,
And weighty vengeance sunk him down.
3 This Sodom felt, and feels it still,
And roars beneath th' eternal load:
With endless burnings who can dwell,
Or bear the fury of a God?

4 Tremble, ye sinners, and submit;
Throw down your arms before his throne:
Bend your heads low beneath his feet,
Or his strong hand shall crush you down.
5 And ye, blest saints, who love him too,
With reverence bow before his Name;
Thus all the heavenly servants do:
God is a bright and burning flame.]

HYMN 23. L. M. Nantwich. Green's. [*]
The Sight of God and Christ in Heaven.

1

1D stoop down, and take us on thy wings,

ESCEND from heaven, immortal Dove,

o And mount, and bear us far above

The reach of these inferior things;
2 Beyond, beyond this lower sky,
Up where eternal ages roll,-
Where solid pleasures never die,
And fruits immortal feast the soul.

e 30 for a sight, a pleasant sight—
Of our Almighty Father's throne!
There sits our Saviour, crowned with light,
Clothed in a body like our own.

g 4 Adoring saints around him stand,

And thrones and powers before him fall;

The God shines gracious through the man,
And sheds sweet glories on them all
o 5 O, what amazing joys they feel,
While to their golden harps they sing!
And sit on every heavenly hill,

And spread the triumphs of their King!
e 6 When shall the day, dear Lord, appear,
That I shall mount to dwell above;

And stand and bow amongst them there,
And view thy face, and sing thy love?

HYMN 24. L. M. Psalm 97th. Blendon. [*]

1

The Evil of Sin :-Fall of Angels and Men.

WHEN

the great Builder arched the skies, And formed all nature with a word,

The joyful cherubs tuned his praise,
And every bending throne adored.

2 High in the midst of all the throng,
Satan, a tall archangel, sat;

Among the morning stars he sung,
Till sin destroyed his heavenly state.

3 'Twas sin that hurled him from his throne;
Grovelling in fire the rebel lies:

d How art thou sunk in darkness down,
Son of the morning, from the skies!

4 And thus our two first parents stood,
Till sin defiled the happy place;
They lost their garden and their God,
And ruined all their unborn race.

5 [So sprung the plague from Adam's bower,
And spread destruction all abroad;

Sin, the cursed name-that, in one hour,
Spoiled six days' labour of a God.]

p 6 Tremble, my soul, and mourn for grief,
That such a foe should seize thy breast!
-Fly to thy Lord for quick relief;

Oh! may he slay this treacherous guest.

o 7 Then, to thy throne, victorious King, Then, to thy throne our shouts shall rise ; o Thine everlasting arm we sing,

For sin, the monster, bleeds and dies

HYMN 25. C. M. Reading. Plymouth. [b]

Complaining of Spiritual Sloth.

1 MY drowsy powers, why sleep ye so?

Awake, my sluggish soul!

Nothing has half thy work to do,
Yet nothing's half so dull.

2 The little ants, for one poor grain,
Labour, and tug, and strive;

e Yet we, who have a heaven to obtain, How negligent we live!

-3 We, for whose sake all nature stands,
And stars their courses move,-

We, for whose guard the angel bands
Come flying from above;—

4 We, for whom God the Son came down,
And laboured for our good:-

e How careless to secure that crown

He purchased with his blood!

e 5 Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still,
And never act our parts?

-Come, Holy Dove, from th' heavenly hill,
And sit and warm our hearts.

o 6 Then shall our active spirits move,
Upward our souls shall rise:
With hands of faith, and wings of love,
We'll fly and take the prize.

HYMN 26. L. M. Wells. [*]

God Invisible.

1 [TORD, we are blind, poor mortals blind; We can't behold thy bright abode;

O! 'tis beyond a creature mind,

To glance a thought half way to God.
2 Infinite leagues beyond the sky,
The great Eternal reigns alone;
Where neither wings nor souls can fly,
Nor angels climb the topless throne.
3 The Lord of glory builds his seat
Of gems insufferably bright;
And lays, beneath his sacred feet,
Substantial beams of gloomy night.
4 Yet, glorious Lord, thy gracious eyes
Look through and cheer us from above:
Beyond our praise thy grandeur flies,
Yet we adore, and yet we love.]

HYMN 27. L. M. Blendon. [*]
Praise ye Him, all His Angels. Ps. cxlviii. 2.

a 1 GOD, the eternal, awful name,

That the whole heavenly army fears! That shakes the wide creation's frame, And Satan trembles when he hears! -2 Like flames of fire his servants are, And light surrounds his dwelling-place; o But, O ye fiery flames, declare

The brighter glories of his face.

e 3 'Tis not for such poor worms as we,
To speak so infinite a thing;
-But your immortal eyes survey

The beauties of your sovereign King.
o 4 Tell how he shows his smiling face,
And clothes all heaven in bright array;
Triumph and joy run through the place,
And songs eternal as the day.

o 5 Speak for you feel his burning love,-
What zeal it spreads through all your frame;
e That sacred fire dwells all above,

For we on earth have lost the name. -6 [Sing of his power, and justice too, That infinite right hand of his,

That vanquished Satan and his crew;
o And thunder drove them down from bliss.
d 7 What mighty storms of poisoned darts
Were hurled upon the rebels there!

What deadly javelins nailed their hearts,
Fast to the racks of long despair.

o 8 Shout to your King, ye heavenly host,
You that beheld the sinking foe;

Firmly ye stood, when they were lost; o Praise the rich grace that kept you so.] u 9 Proclaim his wonders from the skies; Let every distant nation hear:

-And while you sound his lofty praise, e Let humble mortals bow, and fear!

HYMN 28. C. M.

e 1

Windsor. [b]

Death and Eternity.

TOOP down, my thoughts, that used to rise;
Converse awhile with death: