With cheerful háste, obey thy word, And guard thy children to their home.] HYMN 19. C. M. Plymouth. Reading. [b*] Our Frail Bodies, and God our Preserver. L 1 ET others boast how strong they be, Nor death, nor danger fear; e But we'll confess, O Lord, to thee, What feeble things we are. o 2 Fresh as the grass our bodies stand, And flourish bright and gay; e A blasting wind sweeps o'er the land, And fades the grass away. e 3 Our life contains a thousand springs, Strange! that a harp of thousand strings 4 But 'tis our God supports our frame,- o Salvation to th' Almighty Name, That rear'd us from the dust. : d 5 [He spoke and straight our hearts, and brains, In all their motions rose ; Let blood, said he, flow round the veins! -6 While we have breath to use our tongues, His spirit moves our heaving lungs, Or they would breathe no more.] HYMN 20. C. M. Wantage. Bangor. [b] Backslidings and Returns. o 1 WHY THY is my heart so far from thee, Why are my thoughts no more, by day, 2 [Why should my foolish passions r ve? As I have tasted in thy love, -3 When my forgetful soul renews My heart presumes I cannot lose e 4 But ere one fleeting hour is past, -5 Trifles of nature, or of art, e 6 Then I repent, and vex my soul, Where will these wild affections roll, [Sin's promis'd joys are turn'd to pain, -But my dear Lord returns again, o 8 Seizing my soul with sweet surprise, e Divine compassion in his eyes, p 9 Wretch that I am, to wander thus, Rather than lose thy sight. 10 [Make haste my days to reach the goal, On the dear centre of my soul, 1 HYMN 21. L. M. Dresden. [*] 'L' But the sweet theme that moves my tongue, e 2 Behold a God descends and dies, e 3 How justice frown'd, and vengeance stood, o 4 Infinite Lover, gracious Lord, To thee be endless honours giv'n; g Thy wond'rous name shall be ador'd, Round the wide earth and wider heav'n.] 1 HYMN 22. L. M. Psalm 97. [*] ERRIBLE God, who reign'st on high, Thy fiery bolts how fierce they fly, 4 Tremble ye sinners, and submit ; HYMN 23. L. M. Nantwich. Green's. [*] 1 ESCEND from heav'n, immortal Dove, D stoop down, and take us on thy wings, o And mount, and bear us far above The reach of these inferior things; g 4 Adoring saints around him stand, The God shines gracious thro' the man, And spread the triumphs of their King! HYMN 24. L. M. Psalm 97th. Blendon. [*] 1 WHEN the great Builder arch'd the skies, And form'd all nature with a word, The joyful cherubs tun'd his praise, 2 High in the midst of all the throng, 'Till sin destroy'd his heav'nly state. 3 'Twas sin that hurl'd him from his throne ; Grov'ling in fire the rebel lies: d How art thou sunk in darkness down, 4 And thus our two first parents stood, 5 [So sprung the plague from Adam's bow'r, p 6 Tremble, my soul, and mourn for grief, Oh! may he slay this treacherous guest. o 7 Then, to thy throne victorious King, Then, to thy throne our shouts shall rise; o Thine everlasting arm we sing, For sin the monster bleeds and dies. HYMN 25. C. M. Reading. Plymouth. [b] Complaining of Spiritual Sloth. My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so! Awake, my sluggish soul! Nothing has half thy work to do, 2 The little ants for one poor grain, e Yet we, who have a heav'n t' obtain, How negligent we live! -3 We, for whose sake all nature stands, We, for whose guard the angel bands 4 We, for whom God the Son came down, e How careless to secure that crown He purchas'd with his blood! e 5 Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still, -Come Holy Dove, from th' heav'nly hill, o 6 Then shall our active spirits move, With hands of faith, and wings of love, 1 HYMN 26. L. M. God Invisible. Wells. [*] ORD, we are blind, poor mortals blind; O! 'tis beyond a creature mind, To glance a thought half way to God. |