Hymns and Spiritual Songs | Page 5

21. 9. Luke 19. 38 40.
1 Hosanna to the royal Son
Of David's ancient line,
His natures two,
his person one,
Mysterious and divine.
2 The root of David here we find,
And offspring is the same;

Eternity and time are join'd
In our Immanuel's name.
3 Bless'd he that comes to wretched men
With peaceful news from
heaven;
Hosannas of the highest strain
To Christ the Lord be given.
4 Let mortals ne'er refuse to take
Th' hosanna on their tongues,
Lest
rocks and stones should rise, and break
Their silence into songs.
Hymn 1:17.
Victory over death, 1 Cor. 15, 55 &c.
1 O for an overcoming faith
To cheer my dying hours,
To triumph
o'er the monster Death,
And all his frightful powers.
2 Joyful with all the strength I have
My quivering lips should sing,

"Where is thy boasted victory, Grave?
And where the monster's
sting?"
3 If sin be pardon'd I'm secure,
Death hath no sting beside;
The law
gives sin its damning power,
But Christ, my ransom, died.
4 Now to the God of victory
Immortal thanks be paid,
Who makes
us conquerors while we die,
Thro' Christ our living head.
Hymn 1:18.
Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord, Rev. 14. 13.
1 Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims,
For all the pious dead,


Sweet is the savour of their names,
And soft their sleeping bed.
2 They die in Jesus, and are bless'd;
How kind their slumbers are!

From sufferings and from sins releas'd,
And freed from every snare.
3 Far from this world of toil and strife,
They're present with the Lord;

The labours of their mortal life
End in a large reward.
Hymn 1:19.
The song of Simeon; or, Death made desirable,
Luke 2.
27 &c.
1 Lord at thy temple we appear,
As happy Simeon came,
And hope
to meet our Saviour here;
O make our joys the same!
2 With what divine and vast delight
The good old man was fill'd,

When fondly in his wither'd arms
He clasp'd the holy child!
3 "Now I can leave this world," he cry'd,
"Behold thy servant dies,

"I've seen thy great salvation, Lord,
"And close my peaceful eyes.
4 "This is the light prepar'd to shine
"Upon the Gentile lands,

"Thine Israel's glory, and their hope
"To break their slavish bands."
5 [Jesus, the vision of thy face
Hath overpowering charms
Scarce
shall I feel death's cold embrace
If Christ be in my arms.
6 Then while ye hear my heart-strings break,
How sweet my minutes
roll!
A mortal paleness on my cheek,
And glory in my soul.]
Hymn 1:20.
Spiritual apparel; namely, the robe of righteousness,

and garments of salvation, Isa. 61. 10.
1 Awake, my heart, arise, my tongue,
Prepare a tuneful voice,
In
God the life of all my joys,
Aloud will I rejoice.
2 'Tis he adorn'd my naked soul,
And made salvation mine,
Upon a

poor polluted worm
He makes his graces shine.
3 And lest the shadow of a spot
Should on my soul be found,
He
took the robe the Saviour wrought,
And cast it all around.
4 How far the heavenly robe exceeds
What earthly princes wear!

These ornaments, how bright they shine!
How white the garments
are!
5 The Spirit wrought my faith and love,
And hope, and every grace;

But Jesus spent his life to work
The robe of righteousness.
6 Strangely, my soul, art thou array'd
By the great sacred Three:
In
sweetest harmony of praise
Let all thy powers agree.
Hymn 1:21.
A vision of the kingdom of Christ among men,
Rev. 21.
1-4.
1 Lo, what a glorious sight appears
To our believing eyes!
The
earth and sea are pass'd away,
And the old rolling skies.
2 From the third heaven where God resides,
That holy happy place,

The New Jerusalem comes down
Adorn'd with shining grace.
3 Attending angels shout for joy,
And the bright armies sing,

"Mortals, behold the sacred seat
"Of your descending King.
4 "The God of glory down to men
"Removes his blest abode,
"Men
the dear objects of his grace,
"And he the loving God.
5 "His own soft hand shall wipe the tears
"From every weeping eye,

"And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears,
"And death itself
shall die."
6 How long, dear Saviour, O how long,
Shall this bright hour delay!

Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time,
And bring the welcome day.

Hymn 1:22. [Supplement.]
Flesh and Spirit. Rom. 8. 1.
1 What vain desires, and passions vain,
Attend this mortal clay!
Oft
have they pierc'd my soul with pain,
And drawn my heart astray.
2 How have I wander'd from my God,
And following sin and shame

In this vile world of flesh and blood
Defil'd my nobler frame!
3 For ever blessed be thy grace
That form'd my soul anew,
And
made it of an heaven-born race,
Thy glory to pursue.
4 My spirit holds perpetual war,
And wrestles and complains;
But
views the happy moment near
That shall dissolve its chains.
5 Cheerful in death I close my eyes,
To part with every lust;
And
charge my flesh whene'er it rise
To leave them in the dust.
6 My purer spirit shall not fear
To put this body on:
Its tempting
powers no more are there,
Its lusts and passions gone.
Hymn 1:23. [Supplement.]
A hopeful youth falling short of heaven,
Mark 10. 21.
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