ROM whence these direful omens
Which heav'n and earth amaze?
Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the
Why hides the sun his rays? [ground?
2 Well may the earth astonish'd shake,
And nature sympathize;
The sun as darkest night be black!
Their Maker, Jesus, dies!
3 By foreign streams no longer roam, And, weeping,think on Jordan's flood; In every clime behold a home,
In ev'ry temple see thy God. 4 No taunting foes the song require, No strangers mock thy captive chain; Thy friends provoke the silent lyre, And brethren ask the holy strain. 5 Then why, on bending willows hung, Israel, still sleeps the tuneful string?
3 Behold, fast streaming from the tree, Why mute remains the sullen tongue,
His all-atoning blood!
Is this the Infinite? 'tis he,
My Saviour and my God.
4 For me these pangs his soul assail,
For me this death is borne;
My sins gave sharpness to the nail,
And pointed ev'ry thorn.
5 Let sin no more my soul enslave,
Break, Lord, its tyrant chain;
O save me, whom thou cam'st to save,
Nor bleed, nor die in vain!
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"Tis finish'd-yes, the work is done,
The battle fought, the vict'ry won.
2 "Tis finish'd-ali that heaven decreed,
And all the ancient prophets said,
Is now fulfill'd, as long design'd,
In me, the Saviour of mankind."
3 'Tis finish'd-Aaron now no more
Must stain his robes with purple gore;
The sacred veil is rent in twain,
And Jewish rites no more remain.
4 "Tis finish'd-this, my dying groan,
Shall sins of every kind atone:
Millions shall be redeem'd from death
By this, my last expiring breath.
5 'Tis finish'd-heav'n is reconcil'd,
And all the pow'rs of darkness spoil'd:
Peace, love, and happiness, again
Return and dwell with sinful men.
6 'Tis finish'd-let the joyful sound
Be heard through all the nations round;
"Tis finish'd let the echo fly [and sky.
Through heav'n and hell, through earth
HYMN 67. (L. M.)
on the bending willows hung,
And Zion's song delays to sing?
Let all, with thankful hearts, agree
To keep the festival:
2 Not with the leaven, as of old,
Of sin and malice fed;
But with unfeign'd sincerity,
And truth's unleaven'd bread.
3 Christ, being rais'd by pow'r divine,
And rescu'd from the grave,
Shall die no more; death shall on him
No more dominion have.
4 For that he died, 'twas for our sins
He once vouchsaf'd to die;
But that he lives, he lives to God
For all eternity.
5 So count yourselves as dead to sin,
But graciously restor'd,
And made henceforth alive to God,
Through Jesus Christ our Lord.
(III. 1.) CHRIST the Lord is ris'n to-day.
Sons of men and angels say:
Raise your joys and triumphs high,
Sing ye heav'ns, and earth reply!
2 Love's redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the vict'ry won:
Jesus' agony is o'er,
Darkness veils the earth no more.
3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Christ has burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids him rise,
Christ hath open'd paradise.
4 Soar we now where Christ hath led
Foll'wing our exalted Head;
Made like him, like him we rise-
HIsrael, still sleeps the tunefulstring? Ours the cross, the grave, the skies
Still mute remains the sullen tongue,
And Zion's song denies to sing?
Awake! thy loudest raptures
E faithful souls who Jesus know
Let harpand voice unite their strains:Y If ris' indeed with him ye are,
Thy promis'd King his sceptre sways;
Behold, thy own Messiah reigns. !
Superior to the joys below,
His resurrection's pow'r declare:
Your faith by holy tempers prove, By actions show your sins forgiv'n, And seek the glorious things above, And follow Christ, your head, to heav'n.
There your exalted Saviour see Seated at God's right hand again, In all his Father's majesty,
In everlasting pow'r to reign. 4 To him continually aspire, Contending for your destin'd place; And emulate the angel choir,, And only live to love and praise. HYMN 71. (C. M.)
1 Cor. xv. 20, 21, 22. Col. iii. 1.
HRIST from the dead is rais'd, and
. made
The First Fruits of the tomb;
For, as by man came death, by man
Did resurrection come.
For, as in Adam all mankind
Did guilt and death derive;
Bo, by the righteousness of Christ,
Shall all be made alive.
3 If then ye risen are with Christ,
Seek only how to get
The things which are above, where At God's right hand is set.
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HE dies, the Friend of sinners dies!
Lo, Salem's daughters weep
around!!
A solemn darkness veils the skies,
A sudden treinbling shakes the ground!
Ye saints approach! the anguish view
Of him who groans beneath your load;
He gives his precious life for you,
For you he sheds his precious blood.
3 Here's love and grief beyond degree,
The Lord of glory dies for men!
But lo, what sudden joys we see!
Jesus, the dead, revives again!
4 The rising God forsakes the tomb,
Up to his Father's court he flies;
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies!
5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high our great Deliv'rer reigns:
Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,
And led the tyrant death in chains
6 Say, "Live for ever, glorious King,
Born to redeem, instruct, and save!"
Then ask "O death where is thy sting!
And where thy victory, O grave!"
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2 There his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay, "Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates Ye everlasting doors, give way!" 3 Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold the radiant scene; He claims those mansions as his right, Receive the King of glory in.
4" Who is the King of glory, who?"
The Lord that all his foes o'ercame, The world, sin,death, and hell o'erthrew And Jesus is the conq'ror's name. 5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay, "Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates Ye everlasting doors, give way!" 6" Who is the King of glory, who?" The Lord of boundless pow'r possess'd The King of saints and angels too, God over all, for ever bless'd!
WHITSUNDAY. HYMN 74. (C. M.)
COME, Holy Ghost! Creator, come,
Inspire these souls of thine;
Till every heart which thou hast made
Be fill'd with grace divine.
2.Thou art the Comforter, the gift
Of God, and fire of love;
The everlasting spring of joy,
And unction from above.
3 Thy gifts are manifold, thou writ'st
God's law in each true heart;
The promise of the Father, thou
Dost heav'nly speech impart.
4 Enlighten our dark souls, till they
Thy sacred love embrace;
Assist our minds, by nature frail,
With thy celestial grace.
5 Drive far from us the mortal foe,
And give us peace within,
That, by thy guidance blest, we may
Escape the snares of sin.
6 Teach us the Father, to confess,
And Son, from death reviv'd,
And thee with both, O Holy Ghost,
Who art from both deriv'd.
HYMN 75. (C. M.) With all thy quick'ning pow'rs; NOME Holy Spirit, Heav'nly Dove, Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.
2 See how we grovel here below,
Fond of these earthly toys;
Our souls, how heavily they go
To reach eternal joys.
3 In vain we tune our lifeless Pongs,
In vain we strive to rise;
Hosannahs languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.
4 Come, Holy Spirit, Heav'nly Dove,
With all thy quick'ning pow'rs;
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours..
HYMN 76. (C. M.) HE'S come! let every knee be bent,
All hearts new joy resume; Sing, ye redeem'd, with one consent, "The Comforter is come."
2 What greater gift, what greater love,
Could God on man bestow?
Angels for this rejoice above,
Let man rejoice below!
3 Hail, blessed Spirit! may each soul Thy sacred influence feel;
Do thou each sinful thought control,
And fix our way`ring zeal!
4 Thou to the consciencé dost convey
Those checks which we should know;
Thy motions point to us the way;
Thou giv'st us strength to go,
TRINITY SUNDAY.
HYMN 77. (L. M.)
Bright in thy deeds and in thy name, For ever be thy name ador'd,
Thy glories let the world proclaim! 20 Jesus, Lamb once crucified
To take our load of sins away, Thine be the hymn that rolls its tide Along the realms of upper day! 30 Holy Spirit, from above
In streams of light and glory giv'n, Thou source of ecstasy and love, Thy praises ring through earth and heav'n!
4 O God triune! to thee we owe
Our every thought, our every song; And ever may thy praises flow [tongue! From saint and seraph's burning HYMN 78. (L. M.) ATHER of all, whose love profound
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy pard'ning love extend!
2 Almighty Son, incarnate Word,
Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord,
Before thy throne we sinners bend,
Tous thy saving grace extend!
3 Eternal Spirit, by whose breath
The soul is rais'd from sin and death,
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy quick'ning power extend!
4 Jehovah! Father, Spirit, Son,
Mysterious Godhead, Three in one!
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
Grace, pardon, life, to us extend!
HYMN 79.
(II. 4.)
WE give immortal praise
To God the Father's love,
For all our comforts here,
And all our hopes above:
He sent his own
Eternal Son,
To die for sins
That man had done. 2 To God the Son belongs Immortal glory too,
Who sav'd us by his blood
From everlasting wo:
And now he lives,
And now he reigns,
And sees the fruit
Of all his palus.
3 To God the Spirit praise
And endless worship give,
Whose new-creating pow'r
Makes the dead sinner live!
His work completes
The great design,
And fills the soul
With joy divine.
4 Almighty God! to thee
Be endless honours done;
The sacred Persons three,
The Godhead only one;
Where reason fails
With all her pow'rs,
There faith prevails,
And love adores.
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2 Dark judgments, from thy heavy hand,
Thy dreadful pow'r display;
Yet mercy spares our guilty land,
And still we live to pray.
How chang'd, alas! are truths divine
What impious numbers, bold in sin,
For error, guilt and shame!
Disgrace the Christian name!
4 0 turn us, turn us, mighty Lord,
Convert us by thy grace;
Then shall our hearts obey thy word,
And see again thy face.
5 Then, should oppressing foes invade,
We will not sink in fear;
Secure of all-sufficient aid,
When God, our God, is near.
HYMN 81. (III. 3.)
DREAD Jehovah! God of nations!
From thy temple in the skies, Hear thy people's supplications, Now for their deliv'rance rise: 2 Lo! with deep contrition turning Humbly at thy feet we bend; Hear us, fasting, praying, mourning, Hear us, spare us, and defend.
Attend his people's humble cry; Defend them in the needful hour,
Still to thee our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.
6 Should thine alter'd hand restrain
Th' early and the latter rain,
Blast each op'ning bud of joy,
And the rising year destroy;
Still to thee our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.
17 Life and grace, whate'er our wo,
Still to thee, our God, we owe;
Though of earthly hopes bereft,
Yet our hope of heav'n is left;
And for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.
HYMN 84. (C M.)
And send deliv'rance from on high.FOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love,
2 In his salvation is our hope.
And in the name of Israel's God
Our troops shall lift their banners up,
Our navies spread their flags abroad.
3 Some trust in horses train'd for war,
And some of chariots make their
Our surest expectations are [boasts:
From thee, the Lord of heav'nly hosts!
4 Then save us, Lord, from slavish fear,
And let our trust be firm and strong;
Till thy salvation shall appear,
And hymns of peace conclude our
song.
THANKSGIVING-DAY.
HYMN 83. Part 1.
How rich thy bounties are!
The rolling seasons, as they move
Proclaim thy constant care.
When in the bosom of the earth
The sower hid the grain,
Thy goodness mark'd its secret birth,
And sent the early rain.
The spring's sweet influence, Lord,
was thine,
The plants in beauty grew:
Thou gav'st the summer's suns to shine,
The mild refreshing dew.
4 These various mercies from above
Matur'd the swelling grain;
A kindly harvest crowns thy love,
And plenty fills the plain.
PRAISE to God in moras pur days; 5.We own and bless thy gracious sway.
Bounteous Source of every joy,
Let thy praise our tongues employ:
All to thee, our God, we owe,
Source whence all our blessings flow.
2 All the blessings of the fields,
All the stores the garden yields,
Flocks that whiten all the plain,
Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grain;
Lord, for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.
3 Clouds that drop their fatt'ning dews,
Suns that genial warmth diffuse,
All the plenty summier pours,
Autumn's rich o'erflowing stores;
Lord, for these our souls shall raisé
Grateful vows and solemn praise.
4 Peace, prosperity, and health,
Private bliss and public wealth,
Knowledge, with its gladd'ning streams,
Pure religion's holier beams;
Lord, for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.
Part 2.
5 Yet, should rising whirlwinds tear
From its stem the rip'ning ear;
Though the sick'ning flock should fall,
And the herd desert the stall;
Thy hand all nature hails;
Seed-time nor harvest, night nor day,
Summer nor winter fails.
For Public Mercies and Deliverances.
ALVATION doth to God belong,
His pow'r and grace shall be our
From him alone all mercies flow,
His arm alone subdues the foe.
2 Then praise this God, who bows hi
Propitious to his people's pray'r; [ear
And though deliv'rance he may stay,
Yet answers still in his own day.
3 O may this goodness lead our land,
Still sav'd by thine Almighty hand,
The tribute of its love to bring
To thee, our Saviour and our King;
4 Till every public temple raise
A song of triumph to thy praise;
And every peaceful, private home
To thee a temple shall become.
5 Still be it our supreme delight
To walk as in thy glorious sight;
Still in thy precepts and thy fear,
Till life's last hour, to persevere.
VII. ORDINANCES AND SPECIAL OCCASIONS. BAPTISM OF INFANTS. HYMN 86. (III. 3.) AVIOUR! who thy flock art feeding, With the shepherd's kindest care, All the feeble gently leading,
While the lambs thy bosom share; 2 Now, these little ones receiving,
Fold them in thy gracious armThere, we know-thy word believingOnly there, secure from harm.
3 Never, from thy pasture roving, Let them be the Lion's prey; Let thy tenderness, so loving,
Keep them all life's dang'rous way:
4 Then, within thy fold eternal,
Let them find a resting place;
Feed in pastures ever vernal,
Drink the rivers of thy grace.
HYMN 87.
(S. M.)
HE gentle Saviour calls
Our children to his breast;
He folds them in his gracious arms,
Himself declares them blest.
2 "Let them approach," he cries,
"Nor scorn their humble claim;
The heirs of heav'n are such as these,
For such as these I came."
3 Gladly we bring them, Lord, Devoting them to thee, Imploring, that, as we are thine, aine may our offspring be.
BAPTISM OF ADULTS. HYMN 88. (S. M.) Ephesians vi. 10-13. SOLDIERS of Christ, arise,
And put your armour on, Strong in the strength which God supThrough his eternal Son.
2 Strong in the Lord of hosts.
12 O happy bond, that seals my vows
To him who merits all my love;
Let cheerful anthems fill his house,
While to his sacred throne I move.
3'Tis done,the great transaction's done,
Deign, gracious Lord, to make me
thine;
And in his mighty pow'r,Who in the strength of Jesus trusts, Is more than conqueror.
3 Stand then in his great might,
With all his strength endu'd;"
And take, to arm you for the fight,
The panoply of God:
4 That having all things done,
And all your conflicts past,
Ye may behold your vict'ry won,
And stand complete at last.
CONFIRMATION.
HYMN 89. (L. M.)
HAPPY day, that stays my choice
On thee, my Saviour and my God!
Well may this glowing heart rejoice,
And tell thy goodness all abroad.
Help me, through grace, to follow on Glad to confess thy voice divine. 4 Here rest, my oft divided heart,
Fix'd on thy God, thy Saviour, rest; Who with the world would grieve to part,
When call'd on angels' food to feast 5 High heav'n. that heard the solemn Vow,
That vow renew'd shall daily hear; Till in life's latest hour I bow,
And bless in death a bond so dear..
WITNESS, ye inen and angels, now,
Before the Lord we speak;
To him we make our solemn vow,
A vow we dare not break:
2 That, long as life itself shall last,
Ourselves to Christ we yield;
Nor from his cause will we depart,
Or ever quit the field.
3 We trust not in our native strength, But on his grace rely,
That, with returning wants, the Lord Will all our need supply.
4 Lord, guide our doubtful feet aright, And keep us in thy ways;
And, while we turn our vows to prayers Turn thou our prayers to praise. HYMN 91... (C. M.)
YOUTH, when devoted to the Lord,
Is pleasing in his eyes;
A flow'r, though offer'd in the bud,
Is no vain sacrifice.
2 Tis easier far if we begin
To fear the Lord betimes;
For sinners who grow old in sin
Are harden'd by their crimes.
3 It saves us from a thousand snares
To mind religion young;
Grace will preserve our following year
And make our virtues strong.
4 To thee, Almighty God, to thee
Our hearts we now resign:
"Twill please us to look back and see
That our whole lives were thine.
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