9 He spake, and heaven's high arches rung; HYMN 37. C. M. JESUS, commission'd from above, Descends to men below, And shews from whence the springs of love In endless currents flow. 2 He, whom the boundless heav'n adores, Quitted with joy those blissful shores, 3 To me, a worm, a sinful clod, A rebel and forlorn ; A foe, a traitor to my God, 4 To me, who never sought his grace, 5 To me, who could not even praise, 6 Yet this redeeming angel came, So vile a worm to bless ; He took with gladness all my blame, HYMN 38. L. M. GLORY to God, who reigns above, Who dwells in light, whose name is love; 2 O what can more his love commend, That man, condemn'd to die, might live, 3 Messiah's come !—with joy behold 4 Daniel, thy weeks are all expir'd, 5 Thy famous temple, Solomon, 6 We see the prophecies fulfill'd 7 Jesus, thy gospel firmly stands HYMN 39. L. M. COULD I of all perfection boast, My Christ, my all, my only good. 2 Were I, as Abram, strong in faith, 3 If I more meek than Moses were, Was I as Job submissive still, If I was wise as Solomon, Like him with zeal and ardour shone ; Like him I'd vain and foolish see My wisdom, zeal, yea all but Thee. 6. Had I an angel's purity, Yea, even this I would deny; Nor good confess in name or thing, But Christ my Lord, my life, my King. HYMN 40. L. M. As show'rs on meadows newly mown, Jesus shall shed his blessings down; Crown'd with whose life-infusing drops, 2 Lands, that beneath a burning sky, 3 The dews and rains, in all their store, 4 As, in soft silence, vernal show'rs Falls the sweet infl'ence from above.` 5 That heavenly influence let me find While ev'ry grace maintains its bloom, 6 Nor let these blessings be confin'd To me, but pour'd on all mankind, HYMN 41. L. M. "I COME," the great Redeemer cries, "A year of freedom to declare, From debts and bondage to discharge, And Jews and Greeks the grace shall share. 2 A day of vengeance I proclaim, But not on man the storm shall fall; On Me its thunder shall descend, 3 Stupendous favour! matchless grace! 4 To him, who lov'd our ruin'd race, HYMN 42. C. M. MORTALS, behold your dying God! Take refuge in his name : Come, wash your robes white in the blood Of Christ, the slaughter'd Lamb. 2 O! 'tis eternal life to know His Godhead, blood, and fame : The scriptures say, he died for you, Then venture on the Lamb. 3 Now welcome all who come to God, 4 O, that you God the Saviour knew, What love, what kindness did he shew! When he from heav'n came, |