HYMN 433. L. P. M.

DODDRIDGE.

St. Helen's, Eaton.

Efficacy of God's word. Jer. xxiii. 29.

W We hear the thunders of thy word
VITH rev'rend awe, tremendous Lord,

The pride of Lebanon it breaks,
Swift the celestial fire descends,
The flinty rock in pieces rends,
And earth to its deep centre shakes.

2 Array'd in majesty divine,
Here sanctity and justice shine,

And horror strikes the rebel thro';
While loud this awful voice makes known
The wonders which thy sword hath done,

And what thy vengeance yet shall do.

3 So spread the honors of thy name;
The terrors of a God proclaim;
Thick let the pointed arrows fly;
Till sinners, humbled in the dust,
Shall own the execution just,

And bless the hand by which they die.

4 Then clear the dark tempestuous day, And radiant beams of love display, Each prostrate soul let mercy raise; So shall the bleeding captives feel, Thy word, that gave the wound, can heal, And change their notes to songs of praise.

Welcome news to Zion bearing,
Zion long in hostile lands:
Mourning captive,

God himself will loose thy bands.

Has thy night been long and mournful, All thy friends unfaithful prov'd ? Have thy foes been proud and scornful, By thy sighs and tears unmov'd? Cease thy mourning,

Zion still is well belov'd.

3 God, thy God, will now restore thee!
He himself appears thy friend :
All thy foes shall flee before thee,
Here their boasts and triumphs end :
Great deliv'rance

Zion's King vouchsafes to send.

4 Peace and joy shall now attend thee,
All thy warfare now is past,
God, thy Saviour, shall defend thee,
Peace and joy are come at last;
All thy conflicts
End in everlasting rest.

HYMN 435. C. M.

St. Ann's, Colchester, St. Martin's.
Sinai and Calvary.

HARK! how from Sinai's mount

proceeds

The trumpet's awful blast;
While yet the heart with anguish bleeds,
And sinks in wo at last.

2 Behold the sinner's fearless soul,
Which love could ne'er arrest,
With trembling hears the thunder roll,
And death approaching fast.—

3 But lo!-what sounds of heav'nly peace, ' Amid the storm I hear;

When howling winds a moment cease,
And love succeeds to fear !

4 Now, on the hill of Calvary,
Where Jesus once was slain,
Sweet peace, and love, and sympathy,
There all unbroken reign.

5 Whene'er the tempest's vengeful voice, And guilt my soul appal,

I then in Jesus will rejoice,

And mercy's gentle call.

6 And when by care and we opprest,
Or storms of sorrow fall,

I'll flee to him and find a rest-
Enjoy in him my all.

HYMN 436. 7s.

Pleyel's Hymn, Hampton.

The little cloud. 1 Kings, xviii. 44. not the cloud arise,

ye

Now it spreads along the skies,
Hangs o'er all the thirsty land.
2 Lo, the promise of a show'r
Drops already from above;
But the Lord.will shortly pour
All the blessings of his love.
3 When he first the work begun,
Small and feeble was his day;
Now the word doth swiftly run,
Now it wins its wid'ning way.

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4 Sons of God, your Saviour praise; He the door hath open'd wide; He hath giv❜n the word of grace ; Jesus' word is glorifi’d.

THE

HE day is drawing nigh,
Still brighter far than this,
When converts like a cloud shall fly
To seek the realms of bliss.

2 What rapt'rous scenes of joy
Shall burst upon our sight,

When sinners up to Zion's hill

Like doves shall speed their flight.

3 Beneath thy balmy wing,
O Sun of righteousness,
These happy souls shall sit and sing
The wonders of thy grace.

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HYMN 438. 8, 7.

L

WHITEFIELD.

Love Divine, Tabernacle.

OVE divine, all love excelling,
Joy of heav'n to earth come down!

Fix in us thy humble dwelling;
All thy faithful mercies crown;
Jesus, thou art all compassion,

Pure, unbounded love thou art :
Visit us with thy salvation,

Euter ev'ry trembling heart.

2 Breathe, Oh, breathe thy loving Spirit Into ev'ry troubled breast:

Let us all in thee inherit,

Let us find thy promis'd rest;
Take away the love of sinning,
Take our load of guilt away;
End the work of thy beginning,
Bring us to eternal day.

3 Carry on thy new creation,
Pure and holy may we be;
Let us see our whole salvation,
Perfectly secur'd by Thee;
Change from glory into glory,

"Till in heav'n we take our place;
"Till we cast our crowns before Thee,
Lost in wonder, love and praise.