HYMN LIX:
GOD made Man.
Lord our God, how wond'rous great
Is thine exalted Name!
The Glories of thy heav'nly State
Let Men and Babes proclaim.
When we behold thy Works on high,
The Moon that rules the Night,
And Stars that well adorn the Sky,
Those moving Worlds of Light:
Lord, what is Man, or all his Race,
Who dwells fo far below,
That thou should'st vifit him with Grace,
And love his Nature fo?
That thine eternal Son fhould bear
To take a mortal Form,
Made lower than his Angels are,
To fave a dying Worm!
Jefus, our Lord, how wond'rous great
Is thine exalted Name!
The Glories of thy heav'nly State
Let the whole Earth proclaim.
OW fad our State by Nature is,
Our Sin how deep it ftains!
And Satan binds our Captive Souls
Faft in his flavish Chains.
But there's a Voice of Sov'reign Grace
Sounds from God's facred Word;
Ho! ye despairing Sinners, come
And truft upon the Lord.
O may we hear th' Almighty call,
And run to this Relief!
We would believe thy Promife, Lord,
O help our Unbelief!
To the bleft Fountain of thy Blood,
Teach us, O Lord, to fly;
There may we wash our spotted Souls
From Crimes of deepest Dye !
Stretch out thy Arm, victorious King,
Our reigning Sins fubdue ;
Drive the old Dragon from his Seat,
With his infernal Crew.
Poor, guilty, weak, and helpless Worms,
Into thy Hands we fall;
Be thou our Strength and Righteousness,
Our Jefus and our all!
EET and right it is to fing
Glory to our God and King;.
Meet in ev'ry Time and Place,
To rehearse his folemn Praife.
Join, ye Saints, the Song around,
Angels help the chearful Sound;
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Publifh thro' the World abroad
Glory to th' eternal God.
Praises here to thee we give,
Gracious thou our Thanks receive;
Holy Father, fov'reign Lord,
Ev'ry where be thou ador❜d.
Tho' th' injurious World exclaim,
Sing we ftill in Jefu's Name;
Saviour, thee we ever blefs,
Thee our Lord and God confess.
Therefore with Angels, &c.
ORD and God of heav'nly Pow'is,
Theirs-yet oh benignly ours!
Glorious King, let Earth proclaim,
Worms attempt to chant thy Name.
Thee to laud in Songs divine,
Angels and Archangels join;
We with them our Voices raife,
Echoing thy eternal Praise.
Holy, holy, holy Lord,
Live by Heav'n and Earth ador'd;
Full of thee, they ever cry,
Glory be to God moft high!
Glory be to God on high, &e.
LORY be to God on high,
GGod, whofe Glory fills the Sky;
Peace on Earth to Man forgiv'n..
Man the well-belov'd of Heav'n.
Sov'reign Father, heav'nly King,
Thee we now prefume to fing;
Glad thine Attributes confefs,
Glorious all and numberless.
Hail by all thy Works ador'd,
Hail the everlasting Lord;
Thee with thankful Hearts we prove,
Lord of Pow'r, and God of Love.
Christ our Lord and God we own,
Chrift the Father's only Son;
Lamb of God for Sinners flain,
Saviour of offending Man!
Pow'rful Advocate with God,
Juftify us by thy Blood;
Bow thine Ear, in Mercy bow,
Hear the World's Atonement thou !
Hear; for thou, O Chrift, alone,
With thy gracious Sire, art one!
One the Holy Ghoft, with thee,
One Supreme eternal three.
HYMN LXIV.
It is finish'd.
IS finish'd, the Redeemer faid,
And meekly bow'd his dying Head ;
Whilft we this Sentence fcan,
Come, Sinners, and obferve the Word,
Behold the Conquefts of our Lord,
Compleat for helpless Man.
Finish'd the Righteousness of Grace,
Finish'd for Sinners pard'ning Peace;
Their mighty Debt is paid:
Accufing Law, cancel'd by Blood,
And Wrath of an offended God,
In fweet Oblivion laid.
Who now fhall urge a fecond Claim ?-
The Law no longer can condemn,.
Faith a Release can fhew:
Juftice itself a Friend appears,
The Prifon-Houfe a Whisper hears,
Loofe him and let him go.
O Unbelief, injurious Bar!
Source of tormenting fruitless Fear,
Why doft thou yet reply?
Where'er thy loud Objections fall,
'Tis finifh'd, ftill may answer all,
And filence ev'ry Cry.
His Toil, divinely finish'd stands,
But, ah! the Praife his Word demand;
Careful may we attend !
Conclufion to our Souls be this,
Becaufe Salvation finish'd is,
Our Thanks fhall never end.
EHOLD what wond'rous Grace
The Father has bestow'd
On Sinners of a mortal Race,
To call them Sons of God!
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