Hymns and Spiritual Songs Part 39

Hymn 2:84.

The same.

1 Come, all harmonious tongues, Your n.o.blest music bring, 'Tis Christ the everlasting G.o.d, And Christ the man we sing.

2 Tell how he took our flesh To take away our guilt, Sing the dear drops of sacred blood That h.e.l.lish monsters spilt.

3 [Alas, the cruel spear Went deep into his side, And the rich flood of purple gore Their murderous weapons dy'd.]

4 [The waves of swelling grief Did o'er his bosom roll, And mountains of almighty wrath Lay heavy on his soul.]

5 Down to the shades of death He bow'd his awful head, Yet he arose to live and reign When death itself is dead.

6 No more the b.l.o.o.d.y spear, The cross and nails no more; For h.e.l.l itself shakes at his Name, And all the heavens adore.

7 There the Redeemer sits High on the Father's throne; The Father lays his vengeance by, And smiles upon his Son.

8 There his full glories s.h.i.+ne With uncreated rays, And bless his saints' and angels' eyes To everlasting days.

Hymn 2:85.

Sufficiency of pardon.

1 Why does your face, ye humble souls, Those mournful colours wear?

What doubts are these that waste your faith, And nourish your despair?

2 What tho' your numerous sins exceed The stars that fill the skies, And aiming at th' eternal throne, Like pointed mountains rise?

3 What tho' your mighty guilt beyond The wide creation swell, And has its curs'd foundations laid Low as the deeps of h.e.l.l?

4 See here an endless ocean flows Of never-failing grace, Behold a dying Saviour's veins The sacred flood increase:

5 It rises high and drowns the hills, 'T has neither sh.o.r.e nor bound: Nor if we search to find our sins, Our sins can ne'er be found.

6 Awake, our hearts, adore the grace That buries all our faults, And pardoning blood that swells above Our follies and our thoughts.

Hymn 2:86.

Freedom from sin and misery in heaven.

1 Our sins, alas, how strong they be!

And like a violent sea They break our duty, Lord, to thee, And hurry us away.

2 The waves of trouble how they rise!

How loud the tempests roar!

But death shall land our weary souls Safe on the heavenly sh.o.r.e.

3 There to fulfil his sweet commands Our speedy feet shall move, No sin shall clog our winged zeal, Or cool our burning love.

4 There shall we sit, and sing, and tell The wonders of his grace, Till heavenly raptures fire our hearts, And smile in every face.

5 For ever his dear sacred Name Shall dwell upon our tongue, And Jesus and salvation be The close of every song.

Hymn 2:87.

The divine glories above our reason.

1 How wond'rous great, how glorious bright Must our Creator be, Who dwells amidst the dazzling light Of vast infinity!

2 Our soaring spirits upward rise Tow'rd the celestial throne, Fain would we see the blessed Three, And the Almighty One.

3 Our reason stretches all its wings, And climbs above the skies; But still how far beneath thy feet Our groveling reason lies!

4 [Lord, here we bend our humble souls, And awfully adore, For the weak pinions of our mind Can stretch a thought no more.]

5 Thy glories infinitely rise Above our labouring tongue; In vain the highest seraph tries To form an equal song.

6 [In humble notes our faith adores The great mysterious King, While angels strain their n.o.bler powers, And sweep th' immortal string.]

Hymn 2:88.

Salvation.

1 Salvation! O, the joyful sound!

'Tis pleasure to our ears; A sovereign balm for every wound, A cordial for our fears.

2 Buried in sorrow and in sin, At h.e.l.l's dark door we lay, But we arise by grace divine To see a heavenly day.

3 Salvation! let the echo fly The s.p.a.cious earth around, While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound.

Hymn 2:89.

Christ's victory over Satan.

1 Hosanna to our conquering King!

The prince of darkness flies, His troops rush headlong down to h.e.l.l Like lightning from the skies.

2 There, bound in chains, the lions roar, And fright the rescu'd sheep, But heavy bars confine their power And malice to the deep.

3 Hosanna to our conquering King, All hail, incarnate love!

Ten thousand songs and glories wait To crown thy head above.

4 Thy victories and thy deathless fame Thro' the wide world shall run, And everlasting ages sing The triumphs thou hast won.

Hymn 2:90.

Faith in Christ for pardon and sanctification.

1 How sad our state by nature is!

Our sin how deep it stains!