6 Now they return with sovereign sweep,
And drown all Egypt in the deep;
He guides the tribes, a glorious band,
Thro' deserts to the promis'd land.
HYMN CXVIII.
Jesus dying and reigning.
EE! Jews and Heathens fir'd with rage
See, their combining powers engage,
Against the anointed of the Lord,
The man whom angels late ador❜d :
2 God's only son! Behold he dies!
Surprising grief! The groans arise!
Angelic lyres on every string
Lament the murder of their king.
3 But heaven's anointed must not dwell
In death; the vanquish'd powers of hell,
Confess the Saviour's boundless sway,
The grave resigns th' illustrious prey.
4 Messiah lives! Messiah reigns!
My thoughts surmount the starry plains,
T'attend my Lord with joys unknown
And see the victor on his throne.
5 Rejoice, ye shining worlds on high,
Behold the Lord of glory nigh!
Eternal doors your leaves display
And make the Lord of glory way.
The Law a Shadow of good Things to come.
GRACE is my theme, and joy, and love!
Descend, ye blessings from above,
And crown the song-Eternal God
Remove the terrors of thy rod!
2 The mystery to the heart explain,'
While the sublime, prophetic strain,
Points to the Saviour's still, and shows
What course the sun of glory goes.
3 Here he ascends behind a cloud
Of incense *-there he sets in blood † ;
Faith reads his labours and his names
In spicy smoke and bleeding lambs †.
4 Rich are the graces which she draws
From types, and shades, and Jewish laws;
With thousand glories long foretold,
To turn the future age to gold.
The Wisdom and Bounty of God in Creation: or Atheism challenged.
WATT'S MISCEL. 1 THEN God the new-made world survey'd, His word pronounc'd the building good;
Sun-beams and light the heavens array'd, And the whole earth was crown'd with food. 2 Colours that charm and ease the eye, His pencil spread all nature round;
With pleasing blue he arch'd the sky, And a green carpet dress'd the ground. 3 Let envious Atheists ne'er complain That nature wants, or skill, or care; But turn their eyes all round in vain, T' avoid their Maker's goodness there.
HYMN CXXI.
Christ the Eternal Life.
WATTS MISCEL. · HERE shall the tribes of Adam find The sovereign good to fill the mind? Ye sons of moral wisdom, show The spring whence living waters flow. 2 Say, will the stoic's flinty heart
Melt, and this cordial juice impart ?
Could Plato find these blissful streams,
Amongst his raptures and his dreams?
3 In vain I ask-for nature's power
Extends but to this mortal hour:
'Twas but a poor relief she gave
Against the terrors of the grave.
4 Jesus, our kinsman, and our God,
Array'd in majesty and blood,
Thou art our life! our souls in thee
Possess a full felicity!
5 All our immortal hopes are laid,
In thee our surety and our head;
Thy cross, thy cradle, and thy throne,
Are big with glories yet unknown.
6 Here let my soul for ever lie,
Beneath the blessings of thine eye;
'Tis heaven on earth, 'tis heaven above,
To see thy face, to taste thy love.
HYMN CXXII.
Longing to Depart.
OW am I held a prisoner now,
Far from my God! This mortal chain
to sorrow; all below
Is short-liv'd ease, or tiresome pain.
2 When shall that wonderous hour appear,
Which frees me from this dark abode,
Tove at large in regions, where
Nor cloud, nor veil, shall hide my God?
3 Farewell this flesh, these ears, these eyes,
These snares and fetters of the mind;
My God, nor let this frame arise
Till every dust be well refin'd.
4 Jesus, who mak'st our natures whole,
Mould me a body like thine own:
Then shall it better serve my soul,
In works of praise, and worlds unknown.
HYMN CXXIII,
Absent from the Body.
1 BSENT from flesh! O blissful thought!
What unknown joys that moment brings!
Freed from the mischiefs sin hath wrought,
From pains, and tears, and all their springs!
2 Absent from flesh! Illustrious day!
Surprising scene! Triumphant stroke,
That rends the prison of my clay,
And I can feel my fetters broke!
3 Absent from flesh! then rise my soul,
Where feet or wings could never climb,
Beyond the heavens where planets roll,
Measuring the cares, and joys of time!
4 I go where God and glory shine:
His presence makes eternal day:
`My all that's mortal I resign,
For Jesus waits and points my way!
Present with the Lord, or Heaven anticipated.
ND is this heaven? and am I there?
How short the road! how swift the flight!
I am all life, all eye, all ear;
Jesus is here-my soul's delight!
2 Is this the heavenly Friend who hung
In blood and anguish on the tree?
Whom Paul proclaim'd, whom David sung,
Who died for them, who died for me?
3 Hail, thou fair offspring of my God?
Thou first-born image of his face!
Thy death procur'd this blest abode,
Thy vital beams adorn the place!
4 Lo! he presents me at the throne,
All spotless-there the Godhead reigns
Sublime and peaceful through the Son;
Awake, my voice, in heavenly strains!
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