The Works of the Reverend and Learned Isaac Watts, D. D. Containing, besides his Sermons, and Essays on miscellaneous subjects, several additional pieces, Selected from his Manuscripts by the Rev. Dr. Jennings, and the Rev. Dr. Doddridge, in 1753: to which are prefixed, memoirs of the life of the author, compiled by the Rev. George Burder. In six volumes |
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BOOK III. PREPARED FOR THE LORD'S SUPPER.
HYMN 1 (L. M.) The Lord's Supper instituted, 1 Cor. xi. 23, &c.
I
'Twas on that dark, that doleful nightWhen powers of earth and hell arose
Against the Son of God's delight,
And friends betray'd him to his foes:
II
Before the mournful scene beganHe took the bread, and blest, and brake:
What love thro' all his actions ran!
What wondrous words of grace he spake!
III
‘This is my body broke for sin,‘Receive and eat the living food:’
Then took the cup, and blest the wine;
‘'Tis the new cov'nant in my blood.’
IV
For us his flesh with nails was torn,He bore the scourge, he felt the thorn;
And justice pour'd upon his head
Its heavy vengeance in our stead.
V
For us his vital blood was spilt,To buy the pardon of our guilt,
When for black crimes of biggest size
He gave his soul a sacrifice.
VI
‘Do this’ (he cry'd) ‘till time shall end,‘In memory of your dying friend;
‘Meet at my table, and record
‘The love of your departed Lord.’
VII
Jesus, thy feast we celebrate,We show thy death, we sing thy name,
Till thou return, and we shall eat
The marriage supper of the Lamb.
HYMN 2. (S. M.) Communion with Christ, and with Saints, 1 Cor. x. 16, 17.
I
Jesus invites his saintsTo meet around his board;
Here pardon'd rebels sit, and hold
Communion with their Lord.
II
For food he gives his flesh,He bids us drink his blood;
Amazing favour! matchless grace
Of our descending God!
III
This holy bread and wineMaintains our fainting breath,
By union with our living Lord,
And interest in his death.
IV
Our heavenly Father callsChrist and his members one;
We the young children of his love,
And he the first-born Son.
V
We are but several partsOf the same broken bread;
One body hath its several limbs,
But Jesus is the head.
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VI
Let all our powers be join'dHis glorious name to raise;
Pleasure and love fill every mind,
And every voice be praise.
HYMN 3. (C. M.) The New Testament in the Blood of Christ; or, the New Covenant sealed.
I
‘The promise of my Father's love‘Shall stand for ever good;’
He said; and gave his soul to death,
And seal'd the grace with blood.
II
To this dear covenant of thy wordI set my worthless name;
I seal th'engagement to my Lord,
And make my humble claim.
III
Thy light, and strength, and pardoning grace,And glory shall be mine;
My life and soul, my heart and flesh,
And all my powers are thine.
IV
I call that legacy my ownWhich Jesus did bequeath;
'Twas purchas'd with a dying groan,
And ratify'd in death.
V
Sweet is the memory of his name,Who bless'd us in his will,
And to his testament of love
Made his own life the seal.
HYMN 4. (C. M.) Christ's dying Love; or, our Pardon bought at a dear Price.
I
How condescending and how kindWas God's eternal Son!
Our misery reach'd his heavenly mind,
And pity brought him down.
II
When justice by our sins provok'dDrew forth its dreadful sword,
He gave his soul up to the stroke
Without a murmuring word.
III
He sunk beneath our heavy woesTo raise us to his throne;
There's ne'er a gift his hand bestows
But cost his heart a groan.
IV
This was compassion like a God,That when the Saviour knew
The price of pardon was his blood,
His pity ne'er withdrew.
V
Now, tho' he reigns exalted high,His love is still as great:
Well he remembers Calvary,
Nor lets his saints forget.
VI
Here we behold his bowels rollAs kind as when he dy'd;
And see the sorrows of his soul
Bleed thro' his wounded side.
VII
Here we receive repeated sealsOf Jesus' dying love:
Hard is the wretch that never feels
One soft affection move.
VIII
Here let our hearts begin to melt,While we his death record,
And with our joy for pardon'd guilt
Mourn that we pierc'd the Lord.
HYMN 5. (C. M.) Christ the Bread of Life, John vi. 31, 35, 39.
I
Let us adore th'eternal word,'Tis he our souls hath fed;
Thou art our living stream, O Lord,
And thou th'immortal bread.
II
The manna came from lower skies,But Jesus from above,
Where the fresh springs of pleasure rise
And rivers flow with love.
III
The Jews the fathers dy'd at lastWho eat that heavenly bread;
But these provisions which we taste
Can raise us from the dead.
IV
Blest be the Lord that gives his fleshTo nourish dying men;
And often spreads his table fresh
Lest we should faint again.
V
Our souls shall draw their heavenly breathWhile Jesus finds supplies;
Nor shall our graces sink to death,
For Jesus never dies.
VI
Daily our mortal flesh decays,But Christ our life shall come;
His unresisted power shall raise
Our bodies from the tomb.
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HYMN 6. (L. M.) The Memorial of our absent Lord, John xvi. 16. Luke xxii. 19. John xiv. 3.
I
Jesus is gone above the skies,Where our weak senses reach him not;
And carnal objects court our eyes
To thrust our Saviour from our thought.
II
He knows what wandering hearts we haveApt to forget his lovely face;
And to refresh our minds he gave
These kind memorials of his grace.
III
The Lord of life this table spreadWith his own flesh and dying blood;
We on the rich provision feed,
And taste the wine, and bless the God.
IV
Let sinful sweets be all forgot,And earth grow less in our esteem;
Christ and his love fill every thought,
And faith and hope be fix'd on him.
V
While he is absent from our sight'Tis to prepare our souls a place,
That we may dwell in heavenly light,
And live for ever near his face.
VI
Our eyes look upwards to the hillsWhence our returning Lord shall come;
We wait thy chariot's awful wheels
To fetch our longing spirits home.
HYMN 7. (L. M.) Crucifixion to the World by the Cross of Christ, Gal. vi. 14.
I
When I survey the wondrous crossOn which the prince of glory dy'd,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
II
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,Save in the death of Christ my God;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to his blood.
III
See from his head, his hands, his feet,Sorrow and love flow mingled down;
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet?
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
IV
His dying crimson like a robeSpreads o'er his body on the tree,
Then am I dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.
V
Were the whole realm of nature mineThat were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
HYMN 8. (C. M.) The Tree of Life.
I
Come let us join a joyful tuneTo our exalted Lord,
Ye saints on high around his throne,
And we around his board.
II
While once upon this lower groundWeary and faint ye stood,
What dear refreshments here ye found
From this immortal food!
III
The tree of life that near the throneIn heaven's high garden grows,
Laden with grace bends gently down
Its ever-smiling boughs.
IV
Hov'ring amongst the leaves there standsThe sweet celestial dove;
And Jesus on the branches hangs
The banner of his love.
V
'Tis a young heaven of strange delightWhile in his shade we sit;
His fruit is pleasing to the sight,
And to the taste as sweet.
VI
New life it spreads thro' dying hearts,And cheers the drooping mind;
Vigour and joy the juice imparts
Without a sting behind.
VII
Now let the flaming weapon stand,And guard all Eden's trees;
There's ne'er a plant in all that land
That bears such fruits as these.
VIII
Infinite grace our souls adore,Whose wondrous hand has made
This living branch of sovereign power
To raise and heal the dead.
HYMN 9. (S. M.) The Spirit, the Water, and the Blood, 1 John v. 6.
I
Let all our tongues be oneTo praise our God on high,
Who from his bosom sent his Son
To fetch us strangers nigh.
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Nor let our voices ceaseTo sing the Saviour's name;
Jesus th'ambassador of peace
How cheerfully he came!
III
It cost him cries and tearsTo bring us near to God;
Great was our debt, and he appears
To make the payment good.
IV
My Saviour's pierced side,Pour'd out a double flood;
By water we are purify'd,
And pardon'd by the blood.
V
Infinite was our guilt,But he our priest atones;
On the cold ground his life was spilt,
And offer'd with his groans.
VI
Look up my soul to himWhose death was thy desert,
And humbly view the living stream
Flow from his breaking heart.
VII
There on the cursed treeIn dying pangs he lies,
Fulfils his Father's great decree,
And all our wants supplies.
VIII
Thus the Redeemer cameBy water and by blood;
And when the Spirit speaks the same,
We feel his witness good.
IX
While the Eternal ThreeBear their record above,
Here I believe he dy'd for me,
And seal my Saviour's love.
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Lord, cleanse my soul from sin,Nor let thy grace depart;
Great Comforter, abide within,
And witness to my heart.
HYMN 10. (L. M.) Christ crucified; the Wisdom and Power of God.
I
Nature with open volume standsTo spread her Maker's praise abroad;
And every labour of his hands
Shews something worthy of a God.
II
But in the grace that rescu'd manHis brightest form of glory shines;
Here on the cross 'tis fairest drawn
In precious blood and crimson lines.
III
Here his whole name appears complete;Nor wit can guess, nor reason prove
Which of the letters best is writ,
The power, the wisdom, or the love.
IV
Here I behold his inmost heartWhere grace and vengeance strangely join
Piercing his Son with sharpest smart
To make the purchas'd pleasure mine.
V
O the sweet wonders of that crossWhere God the Saviour lov'd and dy'd!
Her noblest life my spirit draws
From his dear wounds and bleeding side.
VI
I would for ever speak his nameIn sounds to mortal ears unknown,
With angels join to praise the Lamb,
And worship at his Father's throne.
HYMN 11. (C. M.) Pardon brought to our Senses.
I
Lord, how divine thy comforts are!How heavenly is the place
Where Jesus spreads the sacred feast
Of his redeeming grace!
II
There the rich bounties of our GodAnd sweetest glories shine,
There Jesus says, that ‘I am his,
‘And my beloved's mine.’
III
‘Here,’ (says the kind redeeming Lord,And shews his wounded side)
‘See here the spring of all your joys,
‘That open'd when I died.’
IV
He smiles and cheers my mournful heartAnd tells of all his pain,
‘All this,’ says he, ‘I bore for thee,’
And then he smiles again.
V
What shall we pay our heavenly KingFor grace so vast as this?
He brings our pardon to our eyes,
And seals it with a kiss.
VI
Let such amazing loves as theseBe sounded all abroad,
Such favours are beyond degrees,
And worthy of a God.
VII
To him that wash'd us in his bloodBe everlasting praise,
Salvation, honour, glory, power,
Eternal as his days.
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HYMN 12. (L. M.) The Gospel Feast, Luke xiv. 16, &c.
I
How rich are thy provisions, Lord!Thy table furnish'd from above,
The fruits of life o'erspread the board,
The cup o'erflows with heavenly love.
II
Thine ancient family the JewsWere first invited to the feast,
We humbly take what they refuse,
And gentiles thy salvation taste.
III
We are the poor, the blind, the lame,And help was far, and death was nigh,
But at the gospel call we came,
And every want receiv'd supply.
IV
From the high-way that leads to hell,From paths of darkness and despair,
Lord, we are come with thee to dwell,
Glad to enjoy thy presence here.
V
What shall we pay th'eternal SonThat left the heaven of his abode,
And to this wretched earth came down
To bring us wanderers back to God.
VI
It cost him death to save our lives,To buy our souls it cost his own;
And all the unknown joys he gives
Were bought with agonies unknown.
VII
Our everlasting love is dueTo him that ransom'd sinners lost;
And pity'd rebels when he knew
The vast expense his love would cost.
HYMN 13. (C. M.) Divine Love making a Feast, and calling in the Guests, Luke xiv. 17, 22, 23.
I
How sweet and awful is the placeWith Christ within the doors,
While everlasting love displays
The choicest of her stores!
II
Here every bowel of our GodWith soft compassion rolls,
Here peace and pardon bought with blood
Is food for dying souls.
III
While all our hearts and all our songsJoin to admire the feast,
Each of us cry with thankful tongues
‘Lord, why was I a guest?
IV
‘Why was I made to hear thy voice,‘And enter while there's room?
‘When thousands make a wretched choice
‘And rather starve than come.’
V
'Twas the same love that spread the feast,That sweetly forc'd us in,
Else we had still refus'd to taste,
And perish'd in our sin.
VI
Pity the nations, O our God,Constrain the earth to come;
Send thy victorious word abroad,
And bring the strangers home.
VII
We long to see thy churches full,That all the chosen race
May with one voice and heart and soul
Sing thy redeeming grace.
HYMN 14. (L. M.) The Song of Simeon, Luke ii. 28; or, a Sight of Christ makes Death easy.
I
Now have our hearts embrac'd our God,We would forget all earthly charms,
And wish to die as Simeon would,
With his young Saviour in his arms.
II
Our lips should learn that joyful song,Were but our hearts prepar'd like his,
Our souls still willing to be gone,
And at thy word depart in peace.
III
Here we have seen thy face, O Lord,And view'd salvation with our eyes,
Tasted and felt the living word,
The bread descending from the skies.
IV
Thou hast prepar'd this dying Lamb,Hast set his blood before our face,
To teach the terrors of thy name,
And shew the wonders of thy grace.
V
He is our light; our morning starShall shine on nations yet unknown:
The glory of thine Israel here,
And joy of spirits near the throne.
HYMN 15. (C. M.) Our Lord Jesus at his own Table.
I
The memory of our dying LordAwakes a thankful tongue:
How rich he spread his royal board,
And blest the food, and sung.
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II
Happy the men that eat this bread,But double blest was he
That gently bow'd his loving head,
And lean'd it, Lord, on thee.
III
By faith the same delights we tasteAs that great favourite did,
And sit and lean on Jesus' breast,
And take the heavenly bread.
IV
Down from the palace of the skiesHither the King descends,
‘Come, my beloved, eat, (he cries)
‘And drink salvation, friends.
V
‘My flesh is food and physic too,‘A balm for all your pains:
‘And the red streams of pardon flow
‘From these my pierced veins.’
VI
Hosanna to his bounteous loveFor such a taste below!
And yet he feeds his saints above
With nobler blessings too.
VII
Come the dear day, the glorious hourThat brings our souls to rest!
Then we shall need these types no more,
But dwell at th'heavenly feast.
HYMN 16. (C. M.) The Agonies of Christ.
I
Now let our pains be all forgot,Our hearts no more repine,
Our sufferings are not worth a thought,
When, Lord, compar'd with thine.
II
In lively figures here we seeThe bleeding Prince of love;
Each of us hope, he dy'd for me,
And then our griefs remove.
III
Our humble faith here takes her riseWhile sitting round his board;
And back to Calvary she flies
To view her groaning Lord.
IV
His soul what agonies it feltWhen his own God withdrew!
And the large load of all our guilt
Lay heavy on him too.
V
But the divinity withinSupported him to bear:
Dying he conquer'd hell and sin,
And made his triumph there.
VI
Grace, wisdom, justice join'd and wroughtThe wonders of that day:
No mortal tongue, nor mortal thought
Can equal thanks repay.
VII
Our hymns should sound like those above,Could we our voices raise;
Yet, Lord, our hearts shall all be love,
And all our lives be praise.
HYMN 17. (S. M.) Incomparable Food; or, the Flesh and Blood of Christ.
I
We sing th'amazing deedsThat grace divine performs;
Th'eternal God comes down and bleeeds
To nourish dying worms.
II
This soul-reviving wine,Dear Saviour, 'tis thy blood;
We thank that sacred flesh of thine
For this immortal food.
III
The banquet that we eatIs made of heavenly things,
Earth hath no dainties half so sweet
As our Redeemer brings.
IV
In vain had Adam soughtAnd search'd his garden round,
For there was no such blessed fruit
In all the happy ground.
V
Th'angelic host aboveCan never taste this food,
They feast upon their Maker's love,
But not a Saviour's blood.
VI
On us th'Almighty LordBestows this matchless grace,
And meets us with some cheering word,
With pleasure in his face.
VII
Come, all ye drooping saints,And banquet with the King,
This wine will drown your sad complaints,
And tune your voice to sing.
VIII
Salvation to the nameOf our adored Christ:
Thro' the wide earth his grace proclaim,
His glory in the high'st.
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HYMN 18. (L. M.) The same.
[Jesus, we bow before thy feet]
I
Jesus, we bow before thy feet,Thy table is divinely stor'd:
Thy sacred flesh our souls have eat,
'Tis living bread; we thank thee, Lord!
II
And here we drink our Saviour's blood,We thank thee, Lord, 'tis generous wine;
Mingled with love the fountain flow'd
From that dear bleeding heart of thine.
III
On earth is no such sweetness found,For the Lamb's flesh is heavenly food;
In vain we search the globe around
For bread so fine, or wine so good.
IV
Carnal provisions can at bestBut cheer the heart or warm the head,
But the rich cordial that we taste
Gives life eternal to the dead.
V
Joy to the master of the feast,His name our souls for ever bless:
To God the King and God the Priest
A loud Hosanna round the place.
HYMN 19. (L. M.) Glory in the Cross; or, not ashamed of Christ crucified.
I
At thy command, our dearest Lord,Here we attend thy dying feast;
Thy blood like wine adorns thy board,
And thine own flesh feeds every guest.
II
Our faith adores thy bleeding love,And trusts for life in one that dy'd;
We hope for heavenly crowns above
From a Redeemer crucify'd.
III
Let the vain world pronounce it shame,And fling their scandals on thy cause;
We come to boast our Saviour's name,
And make our triumphs in his cross.
IV
With joy we tell the scoffing ageHe that was dead has left his tomb,
He lives above their utmost rage,
And we are waiting till he come.
HYMN 20. (C. M.) The Provisions for the Table of our Lord; or, the Tree of Life, and River of Love.
I
Lord, we adore thy bounteous hand,And sing the solemn feast
Where sweet celestial dainties stand
For every willing guest.
II
The tree of life adorns the boardWith rich immortal fruit,
And ne'er an angry flaming sword
To guard the passage to 't.
III
The cup stands crown'd with living juice;The fountain flows above,
And runs down streaming for our use
In rivulets of love.
IV
The food's prepar'd by heavenly art,The pleasure's well refin'd,
They spread new life thro' every heart,
And cheer the drooping mind.
V
Shout and proclaim the Saviour's love,Ye saints that taste his wine,
Join with your kindred saints above,
In loud hosannas join.
VI
A thousand glories to the GodThat gives such joys as this,
Hosanna! let it sound abroad,
And reach where Jesus is.
HYMN 21. (C. M.) The triumphal Feast for Christ's Victory over Sin, and Death, and Hell.
I
Come let us lift our voices high,High as our joys arise,
And join the songs above the sky,
Where pleasure never dies.
II
Jesus, the God that fought and bled,And conquer'd when he fell,
That rose, and at his chariot wheels
Dragg'd all the powers of hell.
III
Jesus the God invites us hereTo this triumphal feast,
And brings immortal blessings down
For each redeemed guest.
IV
The Lord! how glorious is his face!How kind his smiles appear!
And O what melting words he says
To every humble ear!
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‘For you, the children of my love,‘It was for you I dy'd,
‘Behold my hands, behold my feet,
‘And look into my side.
VI
‘These are the wounds for you I bore,‘The tokens of my pains,
‘When I came down to free your souls
‘From misery and chains.
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‘Justice unsheathed its fiery sword,‘And plung'd it in my heart:
‘Infinite pangs for you I bore,
‘And most tormenting smart.
VIII
‘When hell and all its spiteful powers‘Stood dreadful in my way,
‘To rescue those dear lives of yours
‘I gave my own away.
IX
‘But while I bled and groan'd and dy'd,‘I ruin'd Satan's throne,
‘High on my cross I hung, and spy'd
‘The monster tumbling down.
X
‘Now you must triumph at my feast,‘And taste my flesh, my blood;
‘And live eternal ages blest,
‘For 'tis immortal food.’
XI
Victorious God! what can we payFor favours so divine?
We would devote our hearts away
To be for ever thine.
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We give thee, Lord, our highest praise,The tribute of our tongues;
But themes so infinite as these
Exceed our noblest songs.
HYMN 22. (L. M.) The Compassion of a dying Christ.
I
Our spirits join t'adore the Lamb;O that our feeble lips could move
In strains immortal as his name,
And melting as his dying love.
II
Was ever equal pity found?The prince of heaven resigns his breath,
And pours his life out on the ground
To ransom guilty worms from death.
III
Rebels, we broke our Maker's law;He from the threatening set us free,
Bore the full vengeance on his cross,
And nail'd the curses to the tree.
IV
The law proclaims no terror now,And Sinai's thunder roars no more;
From all his wounds new blessings flow,
A sea of joy without a shore.
V
Here we have wash'd our deepest stains,And heal'd our wounds with heavenly blood:
Blest fountain! springing from the veins
Of Jesus our incarnate God.
VI
In vain our mortal voices striveTo speak compassion so divine;
Had we a thousand lives to give,
A thousand lives should all be thine.
HYMN 23. (C. M.) Grace and Glory by the Death of Christ.
I
Sitting around our father's boardWe raise our tuneful breath;
Our faith beholds her dying Lord,
And dooms our sins to death.
II
We see the blood of Jesus shed,Whence all our pardons rise;
The sinner views the atonement made,
And loves the sacrifice.
III
Thy cruel thorns, thy shameful crossProcure us heavenly crowns;
Our highest gain springs from thy loss,
Our healing from thy wounds.
IV
O 'tis impossible that we,Who dwell in feeble clay,
Should equal sufferings bear for thee,
Or equal thanks repay.
HYMN 24. (C. M.) Pardon and Strength from Christ.
I
Father, we wait to feel thy grace,To see thy glories shine;
The Lord will his own table bless,
And make the feast divine.
II
We touch, we taste the heavenly bread,We drink the sacred cup;
With outward forms our sense is fed,
Our souls rejoice in hope.
III
We shall appear before the throneOf our forgiving God,
Drest in the garments of his Son,
And sprinkled with his blood.
IV
We shall be strong to run the race,And climb the upper sky;
Christ will provide our souls with grace,
He bought a large supply.
V
Let us indulge a cheerful frameFor joy becomes a feast;
We love the memory of his name,
More than the wine we taste.
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HYMN 25. (C. M.) Divine Glories and our Graces.
I
How are thy glories here display'd,Great God, how bright they shine,
While at thy word we break the bread,
And pour the flowing wine!
II
Here thy revenging justice standsAnd pleads its dreadful cause;
Here saving mercy spreads her hands
Like Jesus on the cross.
III
Thy saints attend with every graceOn this great sacrifice;
And love appears with cheerful face,
And faith with fixed eyes.
IV
Our hope in waiting posture sits,To heaven directs her sight;
Here every warmer passion meets,
And warmer powers unite.
V
Zeal and revenge perform their part,And rising sin destroy;
Repentance comes with aching heart,
Yet not forbids the joy.
VI
Dear Saviour, change our faith to sight,Let sin for ever die;
Then shall our souls be all delight,
And every tear be dry.
DOXOLOGIES.
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I CANNOT persuade myself to put a full period to these Divine Hymns, till I have addressed a special song of Glory unto God the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Though the Latin name of it, Gloria Patri, be retained in our nation from the Roman Church: and though there be some excesses of superstitious honour paid to the words of it, which may have wrought some unhappy prejudices in weaker Christians, yet I believe it still to be one of the noblest parts of Christian worship. The subject of it is the doctrine of the Trinity, which is that peculiar glory of the Divine Nature, that our Lord Jesus Christ has so clearly revealed unto men, and is so necessary to true Christianity. The action is praise, which is the most complete and exalted part of Heavenly Worship. I have cast the song into a variety of forms, and have fitted it by a plain version or a larger paraphrase, to be sung either alone or at the conclusion of another Hymn. I have added also a few Hosannas, or ascriptions of salvation to Christ, in the same manner, and for the same end.
HYMN 26. (1st L. M.) A Song of Praise to the ever-blessed Trinity. God the Father, Son, and Spirit.
I
Bless'd be the Father and his love,To whose celestial source we owe
Rivers of endless joy above,
And rills of comfort here below.
II
Glory to thee, great Son of God,From whose dear wounded body rolls
A precious stream of vital blood,
Pardon and life for dying souls.
III
We give the sacred Spirit praise,Who in our hearts of sin and woe
Makes living springs of grace arise,
And into boundless glory flow.
IV
Thus God the Father, God the Son,And God the Spirit, we adore,
That sea of life and love unknown
Without a bottom or a shore.
HYMN 27. (1st C. M.)
[Glory to God the Father's name]
I
Glory to God the Father's name,Who, from our sinful race,
Chose out his favourites to proclaim
The honours of his grace.
II
Glory to God the Son be paid,Who dwelt in humble clay,
And to redeem us from the dead
Gave his own life away.
III
Glory to God the Spirit give,From whose almighty power
Our souls their heavenly birth derive,
And bless the happy hour.
IV
Glory to God that reigns above,Th'eternal Three and One,
Who by the wonders of his love
Has made his nature known.
HYMN 28. (1st S. M.)
[Let God the Father live]
I
Let God the Father liveFor ever on our tongues;
Sinners from his first love derive
The ground of all their songs.
II
Ye saints, employ your breathIn honour to the Son,
Who bought your souls from hell and death
By offering up his own.
III
Give to the Spirit praiseOf an immortal strain,
Whose light and power and grace conveys
Salvation down to men.
IV
While God the ComforterReveals our pardon'd sin,
O may the blood and water bear
The same record within.
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V
To the great One and ThreeThat seal this grace in heaven,
The Father, Son, and Spirit, be
Eternal glory given.
HYMN 29. (2d L. M.)
[Glory to God the Trinity]
I
Glory to God the Trinity,Whose name has mysteries unknown;
In essence one, in person three;
A social nature, yet alone.
II
When all our noblest powers are join'dThe honours of thy name to raise,
Thy glories over-match our mind,
And angels faint beneath the praise.
HYMN 30. (2d C. M.)
[The God of mercy be ador'd]
I
The God of mercy be ador'd,Who calls our souls from death,
Who saves by his redeeming word,
And new-creating breath.
II
To praise the Father and the SonAnd Spirit all divine,
The One in Three, and Three in One,
Let saints and angels join.
HYMN 31. (2d S. M.)
[Let God the Maker's name]
I
Let God the Maker's nameHave honour, love and fear,
To God the Saviour pay the same,
And God the Comforter.
II
Father of Lights aboveThy mercy we adore,
The Son of thy eternal love,
And Spirit of thy power.
HYMN 32. (3d L. M.)
[To God the Father, God the Son]
I
To God the Father, God the Son,And God the Spirit, Three in One,
Be honour, praise, and glory given,
By all on earth, and all in heaven.
HYMN 33. (L. M.)
[All glory to thy wondrous name]
Or thus:
All glory to thy wondrous name,Father of mercy, God of love,
Thus we exalt the Lord, the Lamb,
And thus we praise the heavenly Dove.
HYMN 34. (3d C. M.)
[Now let the Father and the Son]
Now let the Father and the SonAnd Spirit be ador'd,
Where there are works to make him known,
Or saints to love the Lord.
HYMN 35. (C. M.)
[Honour to the Almighty Three]
Or thus:
Honour to the Almighty Three,And everlasting One;
All glory to the Father be,
The Spirit, and the Son.
HYMN 36. (3d S. M.)
[Ye angels round the throne]
Ye angels round the throne,And saints that dwell below,
Worship the Father, love the Son,
And bless the Spirit too.
HYMN 37. (S. M.)
[Give to the Father praise]
Or thus:
Give to the Father praise,Give glory to the Son,
And to the Spirit of his grace
Be equal honour done.
HYMN 38. (1st as the 148th Psalm.) A Song of Praise to the Blessed Trinity.
I
I give immortal praiseTo God the Father's love
For all my comforts here,
And better hopes above;
He sent his own
Eternal Son
To die for sins
That man had done.
II
To God the Son belongsImmortal glory too,
Who bought us with his blood
From everlasting woe:
And now he lives,
And now he reigns,
And see the fruit
Of all his pains.
III
To God the Spirit's nameImmortal worship give,
Whose new-creating power
Makes the dead sinner live:
His work completes
The great design,
And fills the soul
With joy divine.
IV
Almighty God, to TheeBe endless honours done,
The undivided Three,
And the Mysterious One:
Where reason fails
With all her powers,
Their faith prevails,
And love adores.
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HYMN 39. (2d as the 148th Psalm.)
[To Him that chose us first]
I
To Him that chose us firstBefore the world began,
To Him that bore the curse
To save rebellious man,
To Him that form'd
Our hearts anew,
Is endless praise
And glory due.
II
The Father's love shall runThro' our immortal songs,
We bring to God the Son
Hosannas on our tongues:
Our lips address
The Spirit's name
With equal praise,
And zeal the same.
III
Let every saint above,And angel round the throne,
For ever bless and love
The sacred Three in One:
Thus heaven shall raise
His honours high
When earth and time
Grow old and die.
HYMN 40. (3d as the 148th Psalm.)
[To God the Father's throne]
To God the Father's thronePerpetual honours raise;
Glory to God the Son,
To God the Spirit praise:
And while our lips
Their tribute bring,
Our faith adores
The name we sing.
HYMN 41. (As the 148th Psalm.)
[To our eternal God]
Or thus:
To our eternal God,The Father and the Son,
And Spirit all divine,
Three mysteries in One,
Salvation, power,
And praise be given,
By all on earth
And all in heaven.
HYMN 42. (L. M.) The HOSANNA; or, Salvation ascribed to Christ.
I
Hosanna to king David's SonWho reigns on a superior throne;
We bless the prince of heavenly birth
Who brings salvation down to earth.
II
Let every nation, every age,In this delightful work engage;
Old men and babes in Sion sing
The growing glories of her King.
HYMN 43. (C. M.)
[Hosanna to the Prince of grace]
I
Hosanna to the Prince of grace,Sion, behold thy King;
Proclaim the Son of David's race,
And teach the babes to sing.
II
Hosanna to th'Incarnate Word,Who from the Father came;
Ascribe salvation to the Lord,
With blessings on his name.
HYMN 44. (S. M.)
[Hosanna to the Son]
I
Hosanna to the SonOf David and of God,
Who brought the news of pardon down,
And bought it with his blood.
II
To Christ the anointed KingBe endless blessings given,
Let the whole earth his glory sing
Who made our peace with heaven.
HYMN 45. (As the 148th Psalm.)
[Hosanna to the King]
I
Hosanna to the KingOf David's ancient blood;
Behold he comes to bring
Forgiving grace from God:
Let old and young
Attend his way,
And at his feet
Their honours lay.
II
Glory to God on high,Salvation to the Lamb;
Let earth, and sea, and sky
His wondrous love proclaim:
Upon his head
Shall honours rest,
And every age
Pronounce him blest.
END OF THE THIRD BOOK.
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