2 For had he not pitied the state you were in, Your bosoms his love had ne'er felt; You all would have liv'd, would have died too in sin, And sunk with the load of your guilt. 3 What was there in you that could merit Or give the Creator delight? (esteem, 'Twas "even so Father," you ever must sing, "Because it seem'd good in thy sight." 4 Then give all the glory to his holy name; To him all the glory belongs; (fame, Be yours the high joy still to sound forth his And crown him in each of your songs. XXVI. HYMN.-4 lines, 8's. 1 JEHOVAH'S the God we adore, 2 'Tis he is the first and the last, XXVII. HYMN.-8 lines, 8's. 1 YE angels who stand round the throne, And view my Emmanuel's face, In rapturous songs make him known, 2 Ye saints who stand nearer than they, And all his rich mercy repeat: 3 O when will the period appear, 4 I want to put on my attire Wash'd white in the blood of the Lamb; I want to be one of your choir, And tune my sweet harp to his name; I want-O I want to be there, Where sorrow and sin bid adieu Your joy and your friendship to share- XXVIII. HYMN.-L. M. 1 THE love of Christ constraineth us, 2 And certainly for all he died, 3 To all it shall be testified, In God's due time that Jesus died ; 4 Christ tasted death for every man; 5 He died for us, not us alone, XXIX. HYMN.-L. M. 1 The grandest subject I would sing 2 He reigns, and shall for ever reign, 3 This is Jehovah's high decree, That every one in earth and heav'n 4 Then shall that glorious day arrive, All creatures to their God shall cleave, Then sin shall never more deceive, XXX. HYMN.-L. M. 1 What sweet and blest effects we find Attend the constant firm belief, That God's a friend to all mankind, 2 It fills our souls with heav'nly love, And crucifies our pride and wrath; It sets our minds on things above, And makes us walk the narrow path. 3 Meekness, humility, and peace, Are blessings flowing from that source; 4 lt greatly doth the mind expand, 5 It most restrains the mind from sin, Restraining lest we should transgress. XXXI. HMYN.-L. M. 1 How shall our souls with pleasure raise To our dear Lord a song of praise? We'll sing his love, his goodness tellOur Jesus hath done all things well. |