4 He spoild the powers of darkness thus, And brake our iron chains ; Jesus hath freed our captive souls From everlasting pains. Their lasting silence break, The Saviour's praises speak. Our souls are all on flame: Hosanna round the spacious earth To Thine adored name! Strike all your harps of gold; His love can ne'er be told. 366 C. M. WATTS. 1 INFINITE pity touch'd the heart Eternal Son; Descending from the heavenly court, He left His Father's throne. His most divine array, of our inferior clay. Redeem'd unhappy men, To life and God again. We joyfully resign; For we are doubly Thine, 5 Thine honour shall for ever be The business of our days; . For ever shall our thankful tongues Speak Thy deserved praise. 367 Isaiah lili. 6-12. S. M. WATTS. 1 IKE sheep we went astray, , Each wandering in a different way, But all the downward road. 2 How dreadful was the hour When God our wanderings laid, Upon the Shepherd's head ! 3 How glorious was the grace When Christ sustain'd the stroke ! A ransom for the flock. Were taken both away, And made as vile as they. O'er all the sons of men, To recompense His pain. A portion with the strong ; And hold His honours long. 368 Rom. x. 6-10. L. M. DODDRIDGE * Where sinful men expiring lie ? 2 I ask not, who the heaven shall scale, That Christ the Saviour thence may come; Or who earth's inmost depths assail, To bring Him from the dreary tomb. 3 From heaven, on wings of love, He flew, And Conqueror from the tomb He sprung; My heart believes the witness true, And dictates to my faithful tongue. 4 I sing salvation brought so near; No more on earth expiring lie; HIS GLORY. 369 Rev. v. 6-10. C. M. WATTS. 1 BEAmidst this father's throne; EHOLD glories of And songs before unknown. 2 Let elders worship at His feet, The church adore around, And harps of sweeter sound. Be endless blessings paid ; For ever on Thy head. 4 Thou hast redeem'd our souls with blood, Hast set the prisoners free; And we shall reign with Thee. Are put beneath Thy power; And bring the promis'd hour. Rev. V. 6–10. L. M. WATTS, 370 A 1 LL mortal vanities, begone, Nor tempt my eyes, nor tire my ears; Behold, amidst th' eternal throne, A vision of the Lamb appears. Fall worshipping before the Lamb, Address their honours to His name. 3 The joy, the shout, the harmony, Flies o'er the everlasting hills; To read the book, to loose the seals, 4 Our voices join the heavenly strain, And with transporting pleasure sing, To be our Teacher and our King. 5 Worthy for ever is the Lord That died for treasons not His own, 2 Tim. ll. 12. O. M. URWICK'S COI. 371 THE 1 MHE head that once was crowned with thorns, The mighty Victor's brow. Is His by sovereign right: He reigns in glory bright. 3 The joy of all who dwell above, The joy of all below, And grants His name to know. With all its grace, is given; Their joy the joy of heaven. They reign with Him above; The mystery of His love. Though shame and death to Him; Their everlasting theme, 372 Rev. v. 12, 13. COWE . C. M. WATTS. let us join our cheerful songs 1 Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. To be exalted thus: For He was slain for us. 3 Jesus is worthy to receive Honour and power divine; Be, Lord, for ever Thine. And air, and earth, and seas, Conspire to lift Thy glories high, And speak Thine endless praise. |