Immers'd my soul in endless flames,
And all the horrors there!

Iv.

But I in mercy's hand appear,
An instance of his love:
I feel his grace and presence here,
And haste to worlds above.

v.

Inspire me with thy sacred love,
And let thy pow'r be known;
That I may never from thee rove,
But live to thee alone!

HYMN CCXXV.

C. M.

Wisdom of God display'd in Creation.

E

1.

TERNAL wisdom, thee we praise,
Thee the creation sings;

With thy lov'd name, rocks, hills, and seas,
And heaven's high palace rings.

11.

Thy hand how wide it spreads the sky!
How glorious to behold!

Ting'd with blue of heavenly die,
And starr'd with sparkling gold.

111.

Thy glories blaze all nature round,
And strike the gazing sight,
Thro' skies and seas, and solid ground,
With terror and delight.

IV.

Infinite strength, and equal skill
Shine thro' the worlds abroad;
Our souls with vast amazement fill,
And speak the builder GOD.

V.

But still the wonders of thy grace
Our softer passions move;
Pity divine in JESUS' face
We see, adore and love.

HYMN CCXXVI. L. M
Jesus, the Bright and Morning-Star.

1.

E worlds of light, that roll so near The Saviour's throne of shining bliss! O tell how mean your glories are, How faint and few compar'd with his.

II.

We sing the bright, and morning-star,
(Jesus the spring of light and love)
See how its rays, diffus'd from far,
Conduct us to the realms above.

III.

Its cheering beams spread wide abroad,
Point out the puzzled christian's way,
Still as he goes, he finds the road,
Enlighten'd with a constant day.

IV.

When shall we reach the heavenly place,

Where this bright star will brightest shine'

HYMN CCXXIX. L. M.

The Dying Saviour.

I.

TRECH'D on the cross, the Saviour dies,
Hark! his expiring groans arise.

See from his hands, his feet, his side,
Runs down the sacred crimson tide!

11.

But life attends the deathful sound,
And flows from ev'ry bleeding wound;
The vital stream how free it flows,
To save and cleanse his rebel foes!
III.

To suffer in the traitor's place,
To die for man, surprising grace!
Yet pass rebellious angels by-
O why for man, dear Saviour, why?

IV.

And didst thou bleed, for sinners bleed!
And could the sun behold the deed?
No-he withdrew his sick'ning ray,
And darkness veild the mourning day.

v.

Can I survey this scene of woe,
Where mingling grief and wonder flow;
And yet my heart unmov'd remain,
Insensible to love or pain?

VI.

Come dearest Lord, thy grace impart,
To warm this cold, this stupid heart;
Till all its powers and passions move,
In melting grief and ardent love.

JESU

ESUS thy blood and righteousness, My beauty are, my glorious dress; 'Midst flaming worlds, in these array'd. With joy shall I lift up my head.

II.

When from the dust of death I rise,
To claim my mansion in the skies;
E'en then shall this be all my plea,
"JESUS hath liv'd and dy'd for me.

III.

Bold shall I stand in that great day;
For who aught to my charge shall lay?
Fully, thro' these, absolv'd I am,

From sin and fear, from guilt and shame.

IV.

Thus Abraham, the friend of Gon, Thus all the armies bought with blood, Saviour of sinners thee proclaim; Sinners of whom the chief I am.

V.

This spotless robe the same appears,
When ruin'd nature sinks in years;
No age can change its glorious hue,
The grace of CHRIST is ever new.

VI.

O let the dead now hear thy voice, Now bid thy ban sh'd ones rejoice! Their beauty this, their glorious dress, JESUS the Lord our righteousness.

Supreme, without a rival reign,
The monarch of my soul!

VII.

Blest SPIRIT-soothe my troubled breast,
Apply the healing balm;
Come, lull the stormy winds to rest,
And bid the waves becalm!

HYMN CCXVI. C. M.

Turn ye, turn ye from your evil ways.

HARE

I.

TARK! hark! salvation loudly sounds
It echoes from above,

It calls from earth's remotest bounds,
Turn, turn to me and live!

· II.

CHRIST is proclaim'd the sinners' LORD,
And show'rs his blessings down
On all who shall believe his word,
And his Salvation own.

III.

Turn, turn ye sinners from your ways
And you shall surely live;

A mansion in eternal joys

My hands shall surely give.

IV.

Behold the awful flood of wrath,
Will swiftly bear you down:
Down to the shades of gloomy death
If you will not return.