5 Let atheists scoff, and Jews blaspheme 6 Thy cross, thy cradle, and thy throne WATTS. HYMN CCLXXXI. Common Metre. * or b 1 WHEREWITH shall guilty man appear 2 Shall altars flame, and victims bleed, Will these our earnest wish succeed, 3 Should thousand rams in flames expire, Or oil that should for holy fire 4 With trembling hands and bleeding heart Should we our offspring slay; Would this atone for ill desert, And take our guilt away? 5 "No," saith the Lord, " 'tis fruitless all, "Such costly rites are vain; "No victims from the field or stall "My favour can obtain. 6" But truth to men and justice show, "And proofs of mercy give; "Then humbly walk with God below, "And you with God shall live. 7 "Hands that are clean, and hearts sincere, "I never will despise ; "And cheerful duty will prefer "To costly sacrifice." Liverpool Collection. HYMN CCLXXXII. Common Metre. I WHILST shepherds watch their flocks by The angel of the Lord came down, [night, 2 "Fear not," said he, (for mighty dread 3 "To you, in David's town, this day "The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord, 4 "The heavenly babe you there shall find "But meanly wrapt in swathing-bands, 5 Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith 6" All glory be to God on high ! "Good will henceforth from heaven to men "Begin and never cease!" PATRICK, or TATE. HYMN CCLXXXIII. Long Metre. * or b 1 WHILST some in folly's pleasure roll, 2 That tree which bears immortal fruit, That Friend who never fails the just, When other friends desert their trust. 3 With this companion in the shade, My soul no more shall be dismay'd; I will defy the midnight gloom, And the pale monarch of the tomb. 4 Though God afflicts, I'll not repine, The noblest comforts still are mine; Comforts which shall o'er death prevail, And journey with me through the vale. 5 Amidst the various scenes of ills, Each stroke some kind design fulfils ; And shall I murmur at my God, When sovereign love directs the rod ? • His hand will smooth my rugged way, And lead me to the realms of day; To milder skies and brighter plains, Where everlasting pleasure reigns. ENFIELD'S Collection HYMN CCLXXXIV. Common Metre. * Devotion. 1 WHILST thee I seek, protecting Power! Be my vain wishes still'd; And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be fill'd. 2 Thy love the power of thought bestow'd, 3 In each event of life, how clear Each blessing to my soul more dear, 4 In every joy that crowns my days, My heart shall find delight in praise, 5 When gladness wings my favour'd hour, 6 My lifted eye, without a tear, The gathering storm shall see ; My steadfast heart shall know no fear; 40 Miss H, M. WILLIAMS. HYMN CCLXXXV. Long Metre. or b REANIMATION. A Hymn for the Humane Society. 1 WHO, from the shades of gloomy night, And break the slumber of the dead? The secret of the grave disclose. 4 Thy will, ere nature's tutor❜d hand And all its countless fibres told. 5 As from the dust, thy forming breath Mrs. MORTON. |