Hosannah to th' eternal name,
And all his boundless love proclaim.
2. See where it shines in Jesus' face,
The brightest image of his grace!
God, in the person of his Son,
Has all his noblest works outdone.
3. The spacious earth and spreading flood
Proclaim the wise and pow'rful God;
And thy rich glories, from afar,
Sparkle in ev'ry rolling star.
4. But in thy Son a glory shines,
Drawn out in far superior lines;
The lustre of redeeming grace
Outshines the beams of nature's face.
5. Grace! 'tis a sweet, a charming theme;
My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name.
Ye angels, dwell upon the sound!
Ye heav'ns, reflect it to the ground!
6. O may I reach that happy place,
Where he unveils his lovely face!
Where all his saints from death restor❜d,
Shall be forever with the Lord,
HYMN 114. P. M.
all the glorious names
Of wisdom, love, and pow'r,
That ever mortals knew,
That angels ever bore:
All are too mean
To speak his worth;
Too mean to set
My Saviour forth.
2. But O what gentle terms,
What condescending ways,
Doth our Redeemer use,
To teach his heav'nly grace!
Mine eyes with joy
And wonder see,
What forms of love
He bears for me.
3. Array'd in mortal flesh,
He like an angel stands,
And holds the promises
And pardons in his hands;
Commission'd from
His Father's throne,
To make his grace
To mortals known.
4. Great Prophet of my God!
My tongue would bless thy name.
By thee the joyful news
Of our salvation came:
The joyful news
Of sin forgiv'n,
Of hell subdu'd,
And peace with heav'n.
HYMN 115. P. M.
WITH ecstacy of joy
Extol his glorious name,
Who rear'd the spacious earth,
And rais'd our mortal frame.
He built the church,
Who spread the sky:
Shout and exalt
His honours high.
2. See the foundation laid
By pow'r and love divine;
Jesus, his first born Son,
How bright his glories shine!
Low he descends,
In dust he lies,
That from his tomb
A church might rise,
3. But he for ever lives,
Nor for himself alone;
Each saint new life derives
From him, the living stone.
His influence spreads
Through ev'ry soul,
And in one house
Unites the whole
4. To him with joy we move;
In him cemented stand;
The living temple grows,
And owns the founder's hand.
That structure, Lord,
Still higher raise,
Louder to sound
Its builder's praise.
HYMN 116. P. M.
1. WE sing the wise, the gracious plan,
Which God devis'd, ere time began
At length disclos'd in all its light;
We bless the wondrous birth of love,
Which beams around us from above,
With grace so free and hope so bright. 2. Here has the wise eternal mind
In Christ, their common head, conjoin'd Gentiles and Jews, and earth and heav'n. Through him, from the great Father's throne, Rivers of bliss come rolling down,
And endless peace and life are giv'n. 3. No more the awful cherubs guard The tree of life with flaming sword,
To drive afar man's trembling race.
At Salem's pearly gates they stand,
And smiling wait, a friendly band,
To welcome strangers to the place.
4. While we expect that glorious sight,
Love shall our hearts with theirs unite,
And ardent hope our bosoms raise.
From earth's low cottages of clay,
To those resplendent realms of day,
We'll try to send the sounding praise
HYMN 117. c. M.
SALVATION, O the joyful sound!
"Tis music to our ears;
A sov'reign balm for ev'ry wound,
A cordial for our fears.
2. Buried in sorrow and in sin,
At hell's dark door we lay:
But we arise by grace divine,
To see a heav'nly day.
3. Salvation! let the echo fly
The spacious earth around; While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound.
Glory, honour, praise, and power,
Be unto the Lamb for ever!
Jesus Christ is our Redeemer!
Hallelujah! praise the Lord!
HYMN 118. L. M.
1. ALL-GLORIOUS God! what hymns of praise
Shall our transported voices raise ?
What ardent love and zeal are due,
While heav'n stands open to our view!
2. Once we were fall'n, and O how low!
Just on the brink of hopeless wo!
When Jesus, from the realms above,
Borne on the wings of boundless love,
3. Scatter'd the shades of death and night,
And spread around his heav'nly light.
By him what wondrous grace is shown
To souls impov'rish'd and undone !
4. Far, far beyond these mortal shores,
A bright inheritance is ours;
Where saints in light our coming wait,
To share their holy happy state.
HYMN 119. P. M.
1. NOW I have found the ground wherein Sure my soul's anchor may remain :
The love of God forgiving sin,
Through Jesus crucified and slain.
His mercy shall unshaken stay,
When heav'n and earth have pass'd away.
2. Father! thine everlasting grace
Our scanty thought surpasses far;
Thine heart still melts with tenderness,
Thine arms of love still open are;
And Jesus' blood, through earth and skies,
Mercy, free, boundless mercy, cries.
3. Tho' waves and storms go o'er my head,
Tho' strength and health and friends be gone,
Tho' joys be wither'd all and dead,
Tho' ev'ry comfort be withdrawn:
On this my steadfast soul relies,
Father, thy mercy never dies.
4. Fix'd on this ground will I remain,
Tho' my heart fail and strength decay.
This anchor shall my soul sustain,
When earth's foundations melt away.
Mercy's full pow'r I then shall prove,
Lov'd with an everlasting love.
HYMN 120. P. M.
1. ONE there is, above all others,
Well deserves the name of friend;
His is love beyond a brother's,
Costly, free, and knows no end.
They who his salvation prove,
Find it everlasting love.
2. Which of all our friends, to save us,
Could or would have shed his blood?
But this Saviour died to have us
Reconcil'd in him to God.
It was boundless love, to bleed:
Jesus is a friend indeed.
3. When he liv'd on earth abased,
Friend of sinners, was his name.
Now, above all glory raised,
He rejoices in the same.
Still he calls them brethren, friends,
And to all their wants attends.
4 Oh! for grace our hearts to soften!
Teach us, Lord, at length to love.
We, alas! forget too often,
What a friend we have above.
When to heav'n our souls are brought,
We will love thee as we ought.
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