THE Lord on high proclaims His Godhead from his throne ; "Mercy and justice are the names By which I will be known. 2 Ye dying souls, that sit 3 Sinners shall hear the sound; Their thankful tongues shall own Our righteousness and strength is found In thee, O Lord, alone. 4 In thee shall Israel trust, HYMN 49. S. M. O CHRIST! O love divine ! How wonderful art thou! What heav'nly beauties in thee shine! What mercies from thee flow! 2 Lo! thou art all we need, Thy worshippers are all agreed, 3 When blows the stormy wind, 1 A hiding place in thee we find, 4 When Satan, sin and law, Most fearfully on us to draw 5 When thunders roar aloud Through the distemper'd sky : Like lightnings from the sulph'rous cloud, When dreadful curses fly : 6 Despairing, guilty fears, In fiery tempest roll, And when the second death appears 7 By faith in thee made bold, Thou art the man promis'd of old, JESUS, thou Sun of Righteousness, Thy people with thy presence bless; 2 Thy healing beams alone can cheer 3 If thou thy righteousness display Sinners shall learn thy wond'rous grace, And saints thy goodness own. 4 Our tongues shall thy, redeeming love With sacred rapture tell ; And loud resound Immanuel's praise, Who saves from death and hell. HYMN 51. C. M. PART FIRST. WHEN all the virtues of the wood The apple tree, as rare and good, 2 Beauteous, and rare, it stands admir'd Amongst a thousand trees; Its fragrance, fruit, and shade desir'd, To quicken, feed and please. 3 Just so, excelling heav'n and earth, The sons of God or men : 4 Above them all he stands alone, The Father's first begotten Son, 5 He, as the man of God's right hand, Whilst angels charg'd with folly stand, 6 When blasted ev'ry tree beside, H His fragrant name our hearts shall cheer, Unsav'ry all the sons we prove, Their worth no more can see ; The fragrance of eternal love Comes forth, dear Lamb, from thee. 9. Thy fruits, thy wisdom, love, and pow'r, Whilst all beside are green and sour, Or rotten at the core. 10 Live thou, of all the sons admir'd, HYMN 52. P. M. WHEN elements and time will fade, 2 When we the inside work survey, Earth's beauties all are far too mean, 3 Foundation, Christ, and head stone too, Of this the house of God: HYMN 53., P. M. WONDERFUL thy name we call, And wonderful thou art! And hail thy wounded heart! 2 Jesus only is the Lord, Jesus is by us ador'd, He is our perfect bliss ; We in him, and he in us, 1 Thro' all his wounds, and death, and blood, In one body on the cross Were perfected to God. 3 Thou, O Christ, in Zion prais❜d, Whom we our Saviour call, |