HYMNS AND SPIRITUAL SONGS. BOOK II. COMPOSED ON DIVINE SUBJECTS el HYMN 1. L. M. A Song of Praise to God. N ATURE, with all her pow'rs God the Creator, and the King; 2 [Begin to make his glories known, 3 [All mortal things of meaner frame, Exert your force, and own his name; Whilst with our souls,and with our voice, We sing his honours, and our joys.] 4 [To him be sacred all we have, From the young cradle to the grave: Our lips shall his loud wonders tell, And ev'ry word a miracle.] HYdo we mourn departing friends? o 2 Are we not tending upward too, -3 Why should we tremble to convey Their bodies to the tomb? o There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, And left a long perfume. 4 The graves of all the saints he bless'd, And soften'd every bed: e Where should the dying members rest, But with the dying Head? o 5 Thence he arose, ascended high, 8 6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound, p 1 ISLE OF WIGHT. CANTERBURY. HYMN 4. L. M. ERE,at thy cross, my dying God, I lay my soul beneath thy love Beneath the droppings of thy blood, Jesus-nor shall it e'er remove. -2 Not all that tyrants think or say, 3 Should worlds conspire to drive me e 4 But speak my Lord, and calm my fear Am I not safe beneath thy shade? d Thy vengeance will not strike me here, Nor Satan dare my soul invade. o 5 Yes, I'm secure beneath thy blood, And all my foes shall lose their aim; o Hosanna to my dying God, And my best honours to his name. MUNICH. PLEYEL'S. 3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame, My tongue shall speak his praise; My sins would rouse his wrath to flame, And yet his wrath delays. p4 [On a poor worm thy pow'r might e 5 A thousand wretched souls are fled, e 6 Dear God, let all my hours be thine, Whilst I enjoy the light: o Then shall my sun in smiles decline, And bring a pleasant night. ST. ANN'S. BARBY. e 1 HYMN 7. C. M. An Evening Song. READ Sov'reign,let my evening Assist the off'rings of my tongue, -2 Through all the dangers of the day, • 3 Perpetual blessings from above e But O how few returns of love, p 4 What have I done for Him, who died 3 Was it for crimes-that I had doneHe groan'd upou the tree? a Amazing pity! grace unknown! And love beyond degree! e 4 Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in, When God the mighty Maker, dy'd e 5 Thus might I hide my blushing face- 6 But drops of tears can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe; o Here, Lord, I give myself away"Tis all that I can do. ISLE OF WIGHT. BANGOR. 3 Lord, I adore thy matchless grace, 4 Now, to the shining realms above u O for the pinions of a dove, To bear me to the upper skies! g 5 There, from the bosom of my God, 3 Now from his high imperial throne, He looks far down upon the spheres; o He bids the shining orbs roll on, And round he turns the hasty years, e 4 Thus shall this moving engine last, "Till all his saints are gather'd in; Then for the trumpet's dreadful blast← To shake it all to dust again! g5Yet when the sound shall tear the skies, And lightning burn the globe below, o Saints, you may lift your joyful eyes, o There's a new heav'n and earth for you. OLD HUNDRED. BLENDON. |