Praise him, fair idols of your greedy sense; Exalt his name, sweet age of innocence. XIX. Jehovah's name shall only last, When heav'n and earth, and all is past; Nothing great GOD, is to be found in thee, But inconceivable eternity. XX. Exalt, O Jacob's sacred race, The GoD of GODS, the GOD of GRACE; Who will, above the stars, your empire raise, And with his glory recompense your praise. WHA HYMN XVI. L. M. Sin and Holiness. I. HAT jarring natures dwell within, Imperfect grace, remaining sin! Nor this can reign, nor that prevail, Tho' each by turns my heart assail. II. Now I complain, and groan, and die, III. One happy hour beholds me rise, IV. Scarce a few hours or minutes roll, And headlong urge my downward course. V. How short the joys thy visits give ; VI. [Again the spirit lifts his sword, VII. Great God, assist me thro' the fight, Make me triumphant in thy might; Thou the desponding heart canst raise, The victory mine, and thine the praise. HYMN XVII. C. M. The Riches of God's Word.. I. ET avarice, from shore to shore, Thy word, O LORD, we value more II. Here mines of knowledge, love, and joy, Are open'd to our sight; The purest gold without alloy, III. The counsels of redeeming grace IV. Here light descending from above V. Our num'rous griefs are here redrest, And all our wants supplied: Nought we can ask to make us blest, Is in this book denied. VI. For these inestimable gains, O may we search with eager pains, HYMN XVIII. The Ceremonial Law. I. ISRAEL in ancient days, Not only had a view Of Sinai in a blaze, But learn'd the Gospel too; The types and figures were a glass, II. The Paschal sacrifice, And blood-besprinkled door, Seen with enlighten'd eyes, And once apply'd with power, Would teach the need of other blood, To reconcile an angry God. III. The lamb, the dove, set forth Whose blood of matchless worth IV. The scape-goat on his head Was to be seen no more; V. Dipt in his fellow's blood, The living bird went free; The type well understood, Express'd the sinner's plea; Describ'd a guilty soul enlarg'd, And by a Saviour's death discharg'd. VI. JESUS, I love to trace, The footsteps of thy grace, O grant that I may faithful be HYMN XIX L. M. BLOW ye The Jubilee. I. LOW ye the trumpet, blow Let all the nations know, To earth's remotest bound, The year of Jubilee is come; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. II. Exalt the Lamb of God, Thro' all the lands proclaim: The year of Jubilee is come; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. III. [Ye, who have sold for nought The year of Jubilee is come; |