4 Now to the shining realms above I stretch my hands, and glance mine eyes; O for the pinions of a dove,

To bear me to the upper skies.

5 There from the bosom of my God,
Oceans of endless pleasures roll;
There would I fix my last abode,
And drown the sorrows of my soul.

489 Isaiah Ixv. 17. C. M.

1

WATTS.

A Doth His own glories shew:

TTEND, while God's exalted Son

Behold, I sit upon my throne,
Creating all things new.

2 Nature and sin are passed away,
And the old Adam dies;
My hands a new foundation lay,
See the new world arise.

3 I'll be a Sun of Righteousness
To the new heavens I make;
None but the new-born heirs of grace
My glories shall partake.

4 Mighty Redeemer, set me free
From my old state of sin:
O make my soul alive to Thee,
Create new powers within.

5 Renew mine eyes, and form mine ears,
And mould my heart afresh ;
Give me new passions, joys, and fears,
And turn the stone to flesh.

6 Far from the regions of the dead,
From sin, and earth, and hell,

In the new world that grace has made,
I would for ever dwell.

490 Luke xv. 7-10.

1

THO can describe the joys that rise
Through all the courts of Paradise,

To see a prodigal return,

To see an heir of glory born?

2 With joy the Father doth approve
The fruit of His eternal love;
The Son with joy looks down and sees
The purchase of His agonies.

3 The Spirit takes delight to view
The holy soul He formed anew;
And saints and angels join to sing
The growing empire of their King.

491

HIS FAITH.

Rom. viii. 1. 112th M. ZINZENDORF.
Translated by J. WESLEY.

1 OW I have found the ground wherein Sure my soul's anchor may remain,

The wounds of Jesus, for my sin
Before the world's foundation slain;
Whose mercy shall unshaken stay,
When heaven and earth are fled away.

2 Father, Thine everlasting grace
Our scanty thought surpasses far:
Thy heart still melts with tenderness;
Thine arms of love still open are,
Returning sinners to receive,

That mercy they may taste and live. 3 O Love, Thou bottomless abyss! My sins are swallowed up in Thee; Covered is my unrighteousness, Nor spot of guilt remains on me, While Jesus' blood, through earth and skies, "Mercy, free, boundless mercy!" cries.

4 With faith I plunge me in this sea;
Here is my hope, my joy, my rest;
Hither, when hell assails, I flee;
I look into my Saviour's breast:
Away, sad doubt, and anxious fear!
Mercy is all that's written there.

5 Though waves and storms go o'er my head, Though strength, and health, and friends

be gone,

Though joys be withered all and dead,
Though every confort be withdrawn,
On this my steadfast soul relies-
Father, Thy mercy never dies.

6 Fixed on this ground will I remain,
Though my heart fail, and flesh decay;
This anchor shall my soul sustain,
When earth's foundations melt away;
Mercy's full power I then shall prove,
Loved with an everlasting love.

492

1

1 Chron. xvi. 25, 26. L.M. WATTS.

PRAISE, everlasting praise, be paid

To Him that earth's foundation laid; Praise to the God whose strong decrees Sway the creation as He please.

2 Praise to the goodness of the Lord,
Who rules His people by His word,
And there, as strong as His decrees,
He sets His kindest promises.

3 Firm are the words His prophets give,
Sweet words on which His children live:
Each of them is the voice of God,
Who spoke, and spread the skies abroad.
4 Each of them powerful as that sound
That bade the new-made world go round;
And stronger than the solid poles
On which the wheel of nature rolls.