Without one cheerful beam of hope,
Or spark of glimm'ring day.
2 With pitying eyes, the Prince of grace, Beheld our helpless grief;
He saw, and (O amazing love,)
He came to our relief.
3 Down from the shining seats above,
With joyful haste he fled,
Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.
4 Oh! for this love, let rocks and hills.
Their lasting silence break,
And all harmonious human tongues
The Saviour's praises speak.
5 Angels, assist our mighty joy,
Strike all your harps of gold;
But when you raise your highest notes,
His love can ne'er be told.
1 THOU great supreme omniscient Lord, Teach me thyself to know,
And humbled prostrate at thy throne,
To feel the vital glow,
2 Of heaven-born sympathetic love,
By which the earth is bless'd,
And mortals taught to dwell in peace,
With griefs and cares redress'd.
3 Do thou forbid that I should doubt,
That goodness, love, and grace,
Which have confer'd thy promis'd boon, On all the fallen race.
4 Whence nations all shall bow to thee,
And forth thy glory show,
And hallelujahs hail the power,
Which beats down every foe.
5 Then quickly, Jesus, quickly come,
Our hopes do rest on thee,
To dissipate our every care,
And set creation free.
XVIII. HYMN.-4 lines, 7's.
1 COME Restorer of mankind,
Come and our disorders heal,
Soon may earth thy goodness find,
Soon may man thy mercy feel.
2 View our sad disorder'd state,
Our grievous woes our pride and sin,
See our malice, discord, hate,
Come and bring deliverance in.
3 Lo! how some poor wretches toil,
Sinking down beneath their load;
Human vice corrupts the soil,
Human groans ascend to God.
4 Wealth supports a useless life,
Of pamper'd lust, and pow'r, and pride; The earth's o'errun with woes and strife, From thee these horrors none can hide.
5 Where are freedom's lovely charms,
Now combined for gen'ral good?
Swift she flies our outstretched arms,
And leaves us nought but woes & blood.
6 Where is now that Christian love,
Which men as brethren should unite? For the social blessings prove, Self is man's supreme delight.
7 Pow'r now binds the human mind,
With oppresion's slavish chains;
The soul in anguish groans destined,
A while to bear perplexing pains.
8 Come, thou bleeding Saviour, come,
Man, to honour, do restore;
Make this earth thy lasting home;
Make men thy glorious name adore.
9 Break at once oppression's chains,
Teach mankind to know thy word;
End at once our vice and pains,
And ever reign our Sovereign Lord.
XIX. HYMN.-8 lines, 8's.
1 OUR Lord is risen from the dead;
Our Saviour is gone up on high,
The powers of hell are captive led,
Dragg'd to the portals of the sky :
There his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay;
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates;
Ye everlasting doors give way.
2 Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfurl the etherial scene;
He claims these mansions as his right,
Receive the King of Glory in.
Who is the King of Glory, who?
The Lord that all our foes o'ercame;
The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew,
And Jesus is the conqueror's name.
3 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay;
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates;
Ye everlasting doors give way.
Who is the King of Glory, who?
The Lord, of glorious power possess'd;
The King of saints and angels too,
God over all for ever blest.
1 COME, desire of nations come!
Hasten, Lord, the general doom;
Hear the Spirit and the Bride,
Come, and take us to thy side.
2 Thou who hast our place prepar'd,
Make us meet for our reward;
Then with all thy saints descend;
Then our earthly trials end.
3 Mindful of thy chosen race,
Shorten these vindictive days;
Who for full redemption groan,
Hear us now, and save thy own.
4 Now destroy the man of sin;
Now thine ancient flock bring in:
Fill'd with righteoussness divine,
Claim a ransomed world for thine.
5 Plant the heavenly kingdom here, Glorious in thy saints appear; Speak the sacred number seal'd, Speak thy mystery fulfill'd.
6 Take to thee thy royal power; Reign, when sin shall be no more;
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