Nor can we fall from Jesus far,
For he is love and tenderness.
There's none can pluck us from his hand,.
Inclos'd by grace on ev'ry side;
His oath, his promise, firmly stand,
We ever shall with him abide !
He never will himself deny ;
Nor could he die for man in vain ;
How then shall God in wrath destroy
The souls, for whom the Lamb was slain ?
HYMN 210. C. M.
How pow'rful is the glorious word!
The unctious word of God!
Which preaches Jesus Christ, our Lordy
His suff'rings, death, and blood.
How it reveals his mystery,
Who did our souls redeem ! Explains the sacred unity,
And shouts us, sav'd in him,
It shews us ev'ry law command,
Dear Lamb, fulfill'd in thee:
And bids us, fast and fearless stand,
Where thou hast made us free.
Dear, glorious Lamb, we thee adore ;
We praise thee, for thy word:
But for thyself, we praise thee more,
holy, holy Lord!
HYMN 211. P. M.
WE the joyful sound have heard,
And, hearing, have believ'd : What the gospel hath declar'd, We, sinners, have receiv'd : Blasted lies the creature's pride, And human haughtiness sinks low: Jesus and him crucify'd,
Is all the bliss we know.
HYMN 212.
How charmingly sounds
The word of the Lord!
Where witness abounds,
That man is restor❜d
To God, his possession,
Dear Jesus, in thee;
From sin and transgression
Forever set free.
How, glorious the name
Of Jesus, our King!
Thou crucify'd Lamb,
Thine honours we sing :
Our hope and salvation
To world without end;
Our nearest Relation,
And faithfullest Friend.
HYMN 213. L. M.
YE sons of men, with joy record
The various wonders of the Lord;
And let his pow'r and goodness sound
Through all your tribes, the earth around
Let the high heav'ns your songs invite, Those spacious fields of brilliant light, Where sun, and moon, and planets roll, And stars, that glow from pole to pole.
Sing, earth, in verdant robes array'd,
Its herbs and flow'rs, its fruits and shade ;
Peopled with life of various forms,
Of fish, and fowl, and beasts, and worms.
View the broad sea's majestic plains,
And think how wide its Maker reigns;
That band remotest nations jɔins,
And on each wave his goodness shines.
But, O! that brighter world above,
Where lives and reigns incarnate love!
God's only Son, in flesh array'd,
For man, a bleeding victim made.
Thither, my soul, with rapture soar ;
There, in the land of praise, adore ;
The theme demands an angel's lay,
Demands an everlasting day.
Jesus, our Lord and God,
Bore sin's tremendous load;
Praise ye his name!
Tell, what his arm hath done,
What spoils from death he won ;
Sing his great name alone;
Worthy the Lamb.
While they around the throne
Cheerfully join in one,
Praising his name;
Those, who have felt his blood
Sealing their peace with God,
Sound his dear fame abroad,
Worthy the Lamb.
Join, all ye ransom'd race,
Our holy Lord to bless ;
Praise ye his name ;
In him we will rejoice,
And make a joyful noise,
Shouting with heart and voice,
Worthy the Lamb!
What though we change our place? Yet, we shall never cease
Praising his name!
To him our songs we bring,
lil him our gracious King,
And, without ceasing, sing,
Worthy the Lamb.
Then let the hosts above,
In realms of endless love,
Praise his dear name!
To him ascribed be
Honour and majesty,
Through all eternity;
Worthy the Lamb.
FATHER of mercies! send thy grace,
All pow'rful from above,
To form, in our obedient souls,
The image of thy love.
O, may our sympathizing breasts
That gen'rous pleasure know,
Kindly to share in other's joy,
And weep for other's woe!
When the most helpless sons of grief
In low distress are laid,
Soft be our hearts their pains to feel,
And swift our hands to aid.
So Jesus look'd on dying man,
When thron'd above the skies;
And midst th' embraces of his God,
He felt compassion rise.
On wings of love the Saviour flew,
To raise us from the ground;
And shed the richest of his blood,
A balm for ev'ry wound.
HYMN 216. C. M.
SEE Israel's gentle Shepherd stand
With all-engaging charms!
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