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Hymn 2:84.
The same.
1 Come, all harmonious tongues, Your n.o.blest music bring, 'Tis Christ the everlasting G.o.d, And Christ the man we sing.
2 Tell how he took our flesh To take away our guilt, Sing the dear drops of sacred blood That h.e.l.lish monsters spilt.
3 [Alas, the cruel spear Went deep into his side, And the rich flood of purple gore Their murderous weapons dy'd.]
4 [The waves of swelling grief Did o'er his bosom roll, And mountains of almighty wrath Lay heavy on his soul.]
5 Down to the shades of death He bow'd his awful head, Yet he arose to live and reign When death itself is dead.
6 No more the b.l.o.o.d.y spear, The cross and nails no more; For h.e.l.l itself shakes at his Name, And all the heavens adore.
7 There the Redeemer sits High on the Father's throne; The Father lays his vengeance by, And smiles upon his Son.
8 There his full glories s.h.i.+ne With uncreated rays, And bless his saints' and angels' eyes To everlasting days.
Hymn 2:85.
Sufficiency of pardon.
1 Why does your face, ye humble souls, Those mournful colours wear?
What doubts are these that waste your faith, And nourish your despair?
2 What tho' your numerous sins exceed The stars that fill the skies, And aiming at th' eternal throne, Like pointed mountains rise?
3 What tho' your mighty guilt beyond The wide creation swell, And has its curs'd foundations laid Low as the deeps of h.e.l.l?
4 See here an endless ocean flows Of never-failing grace, Behold a dying Saviour's veins The sacred flood increase:
5 It rises high and drowns the hills, 'T has neither sh.o.r.e nor bound: Nor if we search to find our sins, Our sins can ne'er be found.
6 Awake, our hearts, adore the grace That buries all our faults, And pardoning blood that swells above Our follies and our thoughts.
Hymn 2:86.
Freedom from sin and misery in heaven.
1 Our sins, alas, how strong they be!
And like a violent sea They break our duty, Lord, to thee, And hurry us away.
2 The waves of trouble how they rise!
How loud the tempests roar!
But death shall land our weary souls Safe on the heavenly sh.o.r.e.
3 There to fulfil his sweet commands Our speedy feet shall move, No sin shall clog our winged zeal, Or cool our burning love.
4 There shall we sit, and sing, and tell The wonders of his grace, Till heavenly raptures fire our hearts, And smile in every face.
5 For ever his dear sacred Name Shall dwell upon our tongue, And Jesus and salvation be The close of every song.
Hymn 2:87.
The divine glories above our reason.
1 How wond'rous great, how glorious bright Must our Creator be, Who dwells amidst the dazzling light Of vast infinity!
2 Our soaring spirits upward rise Tow'rd the celestial throne, Fain would we see the blessed Three, And the Almighty One.
3 Our reason stretches all its wings, And climbs above the skies; But still how far beneath thy feet Our groveling reason lies!
4 [Lord, here we bend our humble souls, And awfully adore, For the weak pinions of our mind Can stretch a thought no more.]
5 Thy glories infinitely rise Above our labouring tongue; In vain the highest seraph tries To form an equal song.
6 [In humble notes our faith adores The great mysterious King, While angels strain their n.o.bler powers, And sweep th' immortal string.]
Hymn 2:88.
Salvation.
1 Salvation! O, the joyful sound!
'Tis pleasure to our ears; A sovereign balm for every wound, A cordial for our fears.
2 Buried in sorrow and in sin, At h.e.l.l's dark door we lay, But we arise by grace divine To see a heavenly day.
3 Salvation! let the echo fly The s.p.a.cious earth around, While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound.
Hymn 2:89.
Christ's victory over Satan.
1 Hosanna to our conquering King!
The prince of darkness flies, His troops rush headlong down to h.e.l.l Like lightning from the skies.
2 There, bound in chains, the lions roar, And fright the rescu'd sheep, But heavy bars confine their power And malice to the deep.
3 Hosanna to our conquering King, All hail, incarnate love!
Ten thousand songs and glories wait To crown thy head above.
4 Thy victories and thy deathless fame Thro' the wide world shall run, And everlasting ages sing The triumphs thou hast won.
Hymn 2:90.
Faith in Christ for pardon and sanctification.
1 How sad our state by nature is!
Our sin how deep it stains!
