3 Gentiles and Jews his laws obey, HYMN 21. Second Part. L. M. 1 BEHOLD! the potter moulds the clay, His vessel forms himself to please : 2 Doth not the workman's pow'r extend And seal their own destruction sure? • Shall man reply against the Lord, 1 HYMN 21. Third Part. S. M. BLEST be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love : The fellowship of kindred minds 2 Before our Father's throne We pour our ardent prayers; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, Our comforts and our cares. 3 We share our mutual woes; Our mutual burdens bear; And often for each other flows The sympathising tear. 4 We're one in Christ our head, 5 This glorious hope revives While each in expectation lives, 6 From sorrow, toil, and pain, And perfect love and friendship reign HYMN 21. Fourth Part. S. M. Lechristian world o'erspread; ET party-names no more Gentile and Jew, and bond and free, With mutual blessings crown'd. Those should in strictest friendship dwell, 4 Thus will the church below Resemble that above, Where streams of pleasure ever flow, HYMN 21. Fifth Part. L. M. ORGIVENESS! 'tis a joyful sound, To sinners doom'd to death and pains; The blood of Christ heals ev'ry wound, And washes from the foulest stains. 2 'Tis the rich gift of love divine: 'Tis full, out-meas'ring ev'ry crime: Unclouded shall its glories shine, And feel no change by changing time. 3 O'er sins unbounded as the sand, And like the mountains for their size, The seas of sov'reign grace expand; The seas of sov'reign grace arise. 4 For this stupendous love of heav'n, What grateful honours shall we show! Where much.transgression is forgiv❜n, Love should with fervent ardor glow. HYMN 21. Sixth Part. L. M. Seeking pardon. ORD, at thy feet I prostrate fall, 'L Opprest with fears, to thee I call: Reveal thy pard'ning love to me, And set my captive spirit free. 2 Hast thou not said, "Seek ye my face;" The invitation I embrace; I'll seek thy face; thy Spirit give! 8 I'll seek thy face with cries and tears, 4 But canst thou, Lord, behold my pain, •BLE Resurrection of the dead. LEST Jesus, source of ev'ry grace, From far to view thy smiling face, While absent thus by faith we live, Exceeds all joys that earth can give. 2 But O! what extacy unknown Fills the wide circle round thy throne, Where ev'ry rapt'rous hour appears Nobler than millions of our years! 3 Millions by millions multiplied, Shall ne'er thy saints from thee divide; But the bright legions live and praise Thro' all thy own immortal days. 4 O happy dead, in thee that sleep, Tho' o'er their mould'ring dust we weep! O faithful Saviour, who shall come That dust to ransom from the tomb ! 5 While thine unerring word imparts So rich a cordial to our hearts, Thro' tears our triumphs shall be shown, Tho' round their graves, and near our own. Second Part. C. M. HYMN 22. A prospect of the resurrection. 1 HOW long shall death, the tyrant, reign, And triumph o'er the just; While the rich blood of martyrs slain, 2 Faith sees the Lord of glory come, 3 Faith hears the voice, "Ye dead arise!" And waking saints with joyful eyes 4 They leave the dust, and on the wing In shining garments meet their King, 5 O may our humble spirits stand |