3 Astonished at Thy frowning brow,
Earth, hell, and heaven's strong pillars bow:
Terrible majesty is Thine.

Who, then, can that vast love express,
Which bows Thee down to me, who less
Than nothing am, till Thou art mine?

4 Fountain of good, all blessing flows
From Thee; no want Thy fulness knows:
What but Thyself canst Thou desire?
Yet, self-sufficient as Thou art,
Thou dost desire my worthless heart:
This, only this, dost Thou require.

5 Primeval Beauty! in Thy sight
The first-born fairest sons of light
See all their brightest glories fade:
What, then, to me Thine eyes could turn?
In sin conceiv'd, of woman born,

A worm, a leaf, a blast, a shade!

6 Hell's armies tremble at Thy nod, And, trembling, own the Almighty God, Sovereign of earth, hell, air, and sky; But who is this that comes from far, Whose garments roll'd in blood appear? "Tis God made man, for man to die.

343 Matt. xx. 28. C.M. DODDRIDGE.

1

SA

NAVIOUR of men, and Lord of love,
How sweet Thy gracious name!
With joy that errand we review,
On which Thy mercy came.

2 For us mean, wretched, sinful men
Thou laid'st that glory by,

First in our mortal flesh to serve,
Then in that flesh to die.

3 Bought with Thy service and Thy blood,
We doubly, Lord, are Thine;
To Thee our lives we would devote,
To Thee our death resign.

344

1

2 Cor. ix. 15.

JESUS, our Lord, our chief delight,

L. M.

Our hope, our portion, and our stay; Our light in darkest shades of night, Our glory in the brightest day. 2 Unspeakable Thy glories shine; Thy wondrous love all praise exceeds ; Angels and men in vain combine To reach Thy all-transcendent deeds. 3 Thou art the richest gift of God, To sinners burden'd and distress'd; The first of all His gifts bestow'd, The certain pledge of all the rest.

345

1

No

Tit. ii. 13.

7's.

LANGFORD.

TOW begin the heavenly theme,
Sing aloud the Saviour's name:
Ye who Jesus' kindness prove,
Sing of His redeeming love.

2 Ye who see the Father's grace
Beaming in the Saviour's face,
As to Canaan on ye move,
Praise and bless redeeming love.

3 Mourning souls, refrain your tears;
Trembling hearts, dismiss your fears.
See the guilt and curse remove,
Cancelled by redeeming love.

4 Ye who long, alas! have been
Willing slaves of death and sin,
Now from bliss no longer rove;
Listen to redeeming love.

5 Welcome all by sin oppress'd:
He alone can give you rest,
Who descended from above,
Prompted by redeeming love.
6 Hither, then, your music bring,
Strike aloud each joyful string:
Saints below, and saints above,
Join to praise redeeming love.

C. M.

BERNARD

346 Rom. viii. 38.
JESUS, the very thought of Thee

1

With sweetness fills my breast; But sweeter far Thy face to see,

And in Thy presence rest.

2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, Nor can the memory find,

A sweeter sound than Thy blest name,
O Saviour of mankind.

3 O hope of every contrite heart,
O joy of all the meek,

To those who fall, how kind Thou art!
How good to those who seek!

4 But what to those who find? ah! this
Nor tongue nor pen can show;
The love of Jesus what it is,
None but His loved ones know.

5 Jesus, our only joy be Thou,
As Thou our prize wilt be;
Jesus, be Thou our glory now,
And through eternity.

347

John 1. 9.

L. M.

IGHT of the soul, O Saviour bless'd,

1LISoon as Thy presence fills the breast,

Darkness and guilt are put to flight,
And all is sweetness and delight.

2 Son of the Father, Lord Most High,
How glad is he who feels Thee nigh;
How sweet in heaven Thy beam doth glow,
Denied to eye of flesh below.

3 O Light of light celestial,
O charity ineffable,

Come in Thy hidden majesty;
Fill us with love, fill us with Thee.

4 To Jesus, from the proud conceal'd,
But ever to Thine own reveal'd,
All glory with the Father be,
And Holy Ghost eternally.

348

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HIS EXAMPLE.

1 Pet. ii. 21. L. M.

WATTS.

Y dear Redeemer and my Lord,

M'I read my duty in Thy word;

But in Thy life the law appears,
Drawn out in living characters.

2 Such was Thy truth, and such Thy zeal, Such deference to Thy Father's will, Such love and meekness so divine,

I would transcribe and make them mine.

3 Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witnessed the fervour of Thy prayer;
The desert Thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict, and Thy victory too.

4 Be Thou my pattern; make me bear
More of Thy gracious image here;
Then God the Judge shall own my name
Amongst the followers of the Lamb.

349

Heb. vi. 12.

C. M.

WATTS.

1IVE me the wings of faith to rise Within the veil, and see

G

The saints above, how great their joys,
How bright their glories be.

2 Once they were mourning here below,
And wet their couch with tears,
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, and fears.
3 I ask them whence their victory came;
They with united breath,

Aseribe their conquest to the Lamb,
Their triumph to His death.

4 They marked the footsteps that He trod,
His zeal inspired their breast;
And, following their Incarnate God,
Possess the promised rest.

5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise
For His own pattern given,

While the long cloud of witnesses
Shew the same path to heaven.

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John xii. 26. L. M.

CONDER

TOW shall I follow Him I serve?
How shall I copy Him I love ?
Nor from those blessed footsteps swerve,
Which lead me to His seat above.

2 Privations, sorrows, bitter scorn,
The life of toil, the mean abode,
The faithless kiss, the crown of thorn,
Are these the consecrated road?

3 "Twas thus He suffered, though a Son,
Foreknowing, choosing, feeling all;
Until the perfect work was done,
And drunk the bitter cup of gall.