9

He spake, and heaven's high arches rung;
Praise, ev'ry tongue employs;
"He dy'd," the friendly angels sung,
Nor cease their rapt'rous joys.

HYMN 37. C. M.

JESUS, commission'd from above,
Descends to men below,

And shews from whence the springs of love
In endless currents flow.

2

He, whom the boundless heav'n adores,
Whom angels long to see;

Quitted with joy those blissful shores,
Ambassador to me !

3

To me, a worm, a sinful clod,

A rebel and forlorn ;

A foe, a traitor to my God,

And of a traitor born.

4

To me, who never sought his grace,
Who mock'd his sacred word;
Who never knew, or lov'd his face,
And all his will abhorr'd.

5

To me, who could not even praise,
When his kind heart I knew ;
But sought a thousand devious ways,
Rather than keep the true.

6

Yet this redeeming angel came,

So vile a worm to bless ;

He took with gladness all my blame,
And gave his righteousness.

GLORY to God, who reigns above,

Who dwells in light, whose name is love;
Ye Saints and Angels, if ye can,
Declare the love of God to man.

2

O what can more his love commend,
His dear, his only Son to send !

That man, condemn'd to die, might live,
And God be glorious to forgive.

3

Messiah's come with joy behold
The days by prophets long foretold:
Judah, thy royal sceptre's broke,
And time still proves what Jacob spoke.

4

Daniel, thy weeks are all expir'd,
The time prophetic seals requir'd ;
Cut off for sins, but not his own,
Thy Prince Messiah did atone.

5

Thy famous temple, Solomon,
Is by the latter far outshone:
It wanted not thy glitt'ring store,
Messiah's presence grac'd it more.

6

We see the prophecies fulfill'd

In Jesus that most wond'rous child:
His birth, his life, his death combine
To prove his character divine.

7

Jesus, thy gospel firmly stands

A blessing to these favour'd lands:
No infidel shall be our dread,

Since thou art risen from the dead.

HYMN 39. L. M.

COULD I of all perfection boast,
As pure as that which Adam lost,
I'd sacrifice it to thy blood,

My Christ, my all, my only good.

2

Were I, as Abram, strong in faith,
And boldly steadfast unto death;
I'd bid my faithfulness adieu,
And Jesus only faithful view.

If I more meek than Moses were,
Quite free from anger, strife, or fear;
Yet this I gladly would despise,
And Jesus' meekness only prize.

4

Was I as Job submissive still,
Patient, resign'd, in ev'ry ill;
Yet all should fade before his cross,
Compar'd with him, it is but dross.

5

If I was wise as Solomon,

Like him with zeal and ardour shone ; Like him I'd vain and foolish see

My wisdom, zeal, yea all but Thee.

6

Had I an angel's purity,

Yea, even this I would deny ;

Nor good confess in name or thing,

But Christ my Lord, my life, my King.

HYMN 40. L. M.

As show'rs on meadows newly mown, Jesus shall shed his blessings down ;

Crown'd with whose life-infusing drops,
Earth shall renew her blissful crops.,

2

Lands, that beneath a burning sky,
Have long been desolate and dry,
Th' effusions of his love shall share,
And sudden greens and herbage wear.

3

The dews and rains, in all their store,
Drenching the pastures o'er and o'er,
Are not so copious as that grace
Which sanctifies and saves our race.

4

As, in soft silence, vernal show'rs
Descend, and cheer the fainting flow'rs;
So, in the secrecy of love,

Falls the sweet infl'ence from above.

5

That heavenly influence let me find
In holy silence of the mind,

While ev'ry grace maintains its bloom,
Diffusing wide its rich perfume.

6

Nor let these blessings be confin'd
To me, but pour'd on all mankind,
Till earth's wild wastes in verdure rise,
And a young Eden bless our eyes.

HYMN 41. L. M.

"I COME," the great Redeemer cries,

"A year of freedom to declare,

From debts and bondage to discharge,
And Jews and Greeks the grace shall share.

2

A day of vengeance I proclaim,

But not on man the storm shall fall;

On Me its thunder shall descend,
My strength, my love sustain them all."

3

Stupendous favour! matchless grace!
Jesus has died that we might live:
Not worlds below, nor worlds above,
Could so divine a ransom give.

4

To him, who lov'd our ruin'd race,
And for our lives laid down his own,
Let songs of joyful praises rise,
Sublime, eternal as his throne.

HYMN 42. C. M.

MORTALS, behold your dying God! Take refuge in his name :

Come, wash your robes white in the blood Of Christ, the slaughter'd Lamb.

2

O! 'tis eternal life to know

His Godhead, blood, and fame : The scriptures say, he died for you, Then venture on the Lamb.

3

Now welcome all who come to God,
In Christ, the Saviour's name ;
There's full redemption in his blood;
Then do not slight the Lamb.

4

O, that you God the Saviour knew,
And that he bore your shame ;
Died, rose again, and lives for you,
Then would you prize the Lamb!

5

What love, what kindness did he shew! When he from heav'n came,