6

All ye, who owe to him your breath,
In praise your every hour employ ;
Jehovah reigns, be glad, O earth!
And shout, ye morning stars, for joy!

HYMN 388. P. M.

CHRIST's birth, and circumcision too,
His fasting and temptation shew,
His agony and bloody sweat,

His wounded heart and torments great,
His blood, his death, and all, shall prove
The fulness of the Godhead-love.

2

'Tis he who groans, and cries aloud, And weeps and sighs, and hangs in blood; 'Tis, as his soul was put to pain,

And as he was most sharply slain,

That he is worthy to unseal

The book of God, and all reveal.

3

Under this form we hear him preach,
And, by his wounds, his brethren teach,
That God is love, to favour'd man,
And was, ere worlds or time began ;
His being, name, and nature, love :
This calls us up to worlds above.

4

Our nature's curse, our sin and pride,

Are all destroy'd, and all beside

That renders it unmeet for God;

The Lamb hath purg'd us by his blood.:

Our happiness he always wills,

And in us all his joy fulfils.

HYMN 389. P. M.

Now doth the truth appear,

Our dear prophetic Lord,
Of what thou didst declare
In thine unerring word;

The awful signs, by thee foretold,
Of thine approach, we now behold.

2

Nations are in distress,

Striving, by force and fraud,
Each other to oppress;

Yet their own ways applaud :

In divers places earthquakes are,
Men's hearts are failing them for fear.

3

The gods of earth their jars
Occasion fierce debate ;
Contests and bloody wars

Proclaim their mutual hate;

Whilst mutt'ring rumour now declares,
How all the world for war prepares.

4

Redeemer, thou wilt come

(Those signs point out thy way)
To bring thy children home,
We wait the glorious day :

Till then we calmly rest in thee,
From dread of each ill-boding free.

PAUSE.
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We praise thee, dearest Lord;
Nor will we hopeless grieve;
Instructed by thy word,

Rejoicing, we believe

That all things work, through Jesus' blood, Now, and for ever, for our good.

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6

Our dearest Bridegroom lives!
And all our need supplies;
Himself our food he gives,

Eat, my belov'd, he cries:
His love is our divine repast;

O! how can then his children fast?

7

If thou art ta'en away,

Lo! then thy children fast;
But if thou with us stay,

We've a continual feast :

All other food our souls despise,
But thee, our Lamb and Sacrifice.

8

We'll fast from all but thee;
Thy flesh is meat indeed;
To drink thy blood we're free:
On this alone we feed !

Pleas'd with this food, most holy Lamb,
We eat and drink, and bless thy name.

To Jesus lifted up on high,
As doves unto their windows fly,
We speed for life and peace:
His blood, how pow'rfully it draws!
Now it hath quite remov'd the cause
Of sorrow and distress.

2

As members to their head must join,
And branches grow in their own vine,
So are we in the Lamb:

Ours all his beauty, life and fruit,
On him we grow, our Head and Root,
And hail the sacred name.

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CRY aloud, is the command
Spare not, be bold and free ;
Trumpet through a guilty land,
How they have err'd from me :
Till their sinfulness of heart

And practice is to them declar'd,
Jesus only can avert

The judgment that's prepar'd.

2

Yet they daily seek my face
With much profess'd delight;
As a nation rich in grace,

And righteous in his sight;
Truth and justice they would have,
Seem pleas'd in their approach to God;
Jesus only can us save

By his own precious blood.

3

Wherefore do we fast, say they,
Yet thou dost not regard?
Wherefore sanctify a day,

And yet thou hast not heard? 'Cause herein you pleasure find,

As such who merit future bliss:
Jesus only was design'd

To be our righteousness.
4

Lo! ye fast for foul debate,

With wicked hand to smite; Still retaining strife and hate, Nor cease from cruel spite :

Ye shall not fast, as on this day,'

To make your voice be heard on high: Jesus only is the way,

If you'll to God draw nigh.

5

Have I chose such fasts as these,
Or ever this allow'd,

That your troubles me appease,
Though like a bull-rush bow'd?
Yet wilt thou call this a fast,
A day accepted of your God?
Jesus is our First and Last,
The sum of all our good.

HYMN 392. L. M.

As all men once in Adam fell

From life, from heav'n, to death and hell :
E'en so are all men now restor'd
To life, to heav'n, in Christ their Lord,

2

As Adam comprehended all,
In his obedience, and his fall:
So, in himself, his toil and pain,
Christ comprehended all again.

3

In Adam doom'd to punishment
For sin, which had not our consent :
So Christ, without our choice or aid,
Annull'd our crimes, our debts all paid.

The method of redeeming grace,
Highest in dignity and place,

First claims our wonder, love, and praise,
And joy in Jesus all our days.

5

'Tis free, we neither ran nor fought;

'Tis free, it cost us not a thought:

'Tis free, the gift is from above,

And worthy of the God of love.