And with the treasures of his grace, T' enrich the humble poor.
6 Our glad Hosannas, Prince of peace, Thy welcome shall proclaim; And heaven's eternal arches ring, With thy beloved name.
The Attraction of the Cross. John xii. 32.
VONDER-amazing sight I see
Expiring on th' accursed tree,
And welt'ring in his blood. 2 Behold a purple torrent run, Down from his hands and head: The crimson tide puts out the sun; His groans awake the dead.
3 The trembling earth, the darken'd sky Proclaim the truth aloud; And with the amaz'd centurion cry, "This is the Son of God."
4 So great, so vast a sacrifice May well my hope revive : If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies, The sinner sure may live.
5 Oh, that these cords of love divine, Might draw me, Lord, to thee! Thou hast my heart, it shall be thine- Thine it shall ever be!
HYMN 68. L. M. A Dying Saviour.
TRETCH'D on the cross the Saviour dies; Hark! his expiring groans arise; See from his hands, his feet, his side, Runs down the sacred crimson tide. 2 But life attends the deathful sound, And flows from ev'ry bleeding wound; The vital stream, how free it flows, To save and cleanse his rebel foes!
3 Can I survey this scene of woe, Where mingling grief and wonder flow; And yet my heart unmov'd remain, Insensible to love or pain?
4 Come, dearest Lord, thy grace impart, To warm this cold, this stupid heart! 'Till all its powers and passions move, In melting grief, and ardent love.
HYMN 69. Sevens.
Christ's Resurrection and Ascension.
ANGELS, roll the rockaway
Death, yield up thy mighty prey;
See! He rises from the tomb, Glowing with immortal bloom. 2 'Tis the Saviour, angels, raise Fame's eternal trump of praise; Let the earth's remotest bound
Hear the joy-inspiring sound.
3 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes,
Now to glory see him rise,
In long triumph up the sky,
Up to waiting worlds on high.
4 Heaven displays her portals wide, Glorious Saviour, thro' them ride; King of Glory, mount thy throne, Thy great Father's and thine own. 5 Praise him all ye heavenly quoirs, Praise and sweep your golden lyres; Shout, O earth, in rapt'rous song, Let the strains be sweet and strong. Hallelujah.
6 Ev'ry note with wonders swell, Sin o'erthrown and captiv'd hell; Where is hell's once dreaded king!
Where, O death, thy mortal sting! Hallelujah.
HYMN 70. L. M.
Christ's Resurrection a pledge of ours.
I the holy grave survey,
Where once my Saviour deign'd to lie;
I see fulfil'd what prophets say, And all the pow'r of death defy.
2 This empty tomb shall now proclaim, How weak the bands of conquer'd death; Sweet pledge, that all who trust his name Shall rise, and draw immortal breath. 3 Jesus, once number'd with the dead, Unseals his eyes to sleep no more ; And ever lives, their cause to plead, For whom the pains of death he bore. 4 Thy risen Lord, my soul, behold; See the rich diadem he wears! Thou too shalt bear an harp of gold, To crown thy joy when he appears. 5 Though in the dust I lay my head, Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave My flesh for ever with the dead, Nor lose thy children in the grave.
Christ's Ascension. Psa. xxiv. 7. UR Lord is risen from the dead, Our Jesus is gone up on high; The powers of hell are captive led, Dragg'd to the portals of the sky. 2 There his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay; "Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates, "Ye everlasting doors give way!" 3 Loose all your massy bars of light, And wide unfold the radiant scene; He claims those mansions as his right, Receive the King of Glory in.
4 "Who is the King of Glory, who?" The Lord, that all his foes o'ercame, The world, sin, death and hell o'erthrew; And Jesus is the conqueror's name. 5 "Who is the King of Glory, who?" The Lord, of boundless power possest, The King of saints, and angels too, GOD Over all, for ever blest.
The Kingdom of Christ. EJOICE, the Lord is king, Your God and king adore; Mortals, give thanks, and sing, And triumph evermore; Lift up the heart, lift up the voice, Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.
2 Rejoice, the Saviour reigns, The God of truth and love;
When he had purg'd our stains, He took his seat above; Lift up the heart, lift up the voice, Rejoice aloud, ye sainst, rejoice.
3 His kingdom cannot fail, He rules o'er earth and heav'n; The keys of death and hell Are to our Jesus giv'n ; Lift up the heart, lift up the voice, Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.
4 He all his foes shall quell, Shall all our sins destroy; And every bosom swell With pure seraphic joy; Lift up the heart, lift up the voice, Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. 5 Rejoice in glorious hope, Jesus the Judge shall come, And take his servants up To their eternal home; We soon shall hear th' archangel's voice, The trump of God shall sound, rejoice.
The Humilation, Exaltation, and Triumphs of Christ. Phil. ii. 8, 9. Col. ii. 15.
NHE mighty frame of glorious grace, That brightest monument of praise,
That e'er the God of love design'd, Employs and fills my lab'ring mind. 2 Begin, my soul, the heav' nly song, A burthen for an angel's tongue: When Gabriel sounds these awful things, He tunes and summons all his strings.
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