The angel has a cold embrace, VII. I'd leap at once my seventy years, And lose my breath and all my cares VIII. Joyful I'd lay this body down, And leave the lifeless clay, Without a sigh, without a groan, And stretch and soar away. HYMN XXVII. C. M. WHEN Condescending Grace. I. THEN the Eternal bows the skies With scorn divine he turns his eyes II. Rides on a cloud disdainful by A Sultan, or a Czar, Laughs at the worms that rise so high, Or frown 'em from afar; .III.' He bids his awful chariot roll To visit every humble soul, IV. Why should the LORD that reigns above Say, LORD, and why such looks of love V. Mortals be dumb; what creature dares Ask no account of his affairs, But tremble and be still. VI. Just like his nature is his grace, All sovereign and all free; Great God, how searchless are thy ways! How deep thy judgments be! HYMN XXVIII. C. M. God Infinite. I. OME seraph, lend your heav'nly tongue, That I may raise a lofty song II. Thy names, how infinite they be! III. Thy glories shine of wondrous size, Ánd wondrous large thy grace; Immortal day breaks from thine eyes, And Gabriel veils his face. IV. Thine Essence is a vast abyss, Where all our thoughts are drown'd. V. Thy mysteries of creation lie VI. Reason may grasp the massy hills, VII. In vain our haughty reason swells, HYMN XXIX S. M. I. ALAS, my aking heart! Here the keen torment lies; It racks my waking hours with smart, II. Guilt will be hid no more, My griefs take vent apace, The crimes that blot my conscience o'er Flush crimson in my face. III. My sorrows, like a flood, IV. This impious heart of mine. Could once defy the LORD, Could rush with violence on to sin, In presence of thy sword. V. How often have I stood A rebel to the skies, The calls, the tenders of a GOD, VI. He offers all his grace, And all his heaven to me ; Offers! but 'tis to senseless brass, That cannot feel nor see. VII. JESUS the Saviour stands To court me from above, And looks and spreads his wounded hands, And shews the prints of love. VIII. But I, a stupid fool, How long have I withstood The blessings purchas'd with his soul, And paid for all in blood? IX. The heav'nly dove came down X. LORD, I'm asham'd to say XI. Not all thine heav'nly charms, Could force me to lay down my arms, XII. LORD, 'tis against thy face And yet, and yet (O matchless grace !) XIII. O shall I never feel The meltings of thy love? LORD, is my heart of harden'd steel That mercy cannot move? |