4 When God's own Son is lifted up,
A dying world revives ;
The Jew beholds the blessed hope,
Th' expiring Gentile lives.
So let our lips and lives express
The holy gospel we profess;
So let our works and virtues shine,
To prove the doctrine all divine.
2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad
The honours of our Saviour God ;
When the salvation reigns within,
subdues the pow'r of sin.
3 Our flesh and sense must be deny'd,
Passion and envy, lust and pride;
Whilst justice, temp'rance, truth and love,
Our inward piety approve.
4 Religion bears our spirits up,
Whilst we expect that blessed hope,
The bright appearance of the Lord,
And faith stands leaning on his word.
The Reward of faithful Servants. Dan. xii. 13.
HERE is a glorious world on high,
Resplendent with eternal day;
Faith views the blissful prospect nigh,
And God's own word reveals the way.
2 There shall the servants of the Lord
With never-fading lustre shine;
Surprising honour! large reward,
Conferr'd on man by love divine !
3 How happy then the truly wise,
Who learn and keep the sacred road!
How happy they whom Heav'n employs,
To turn rebellious men to God-
4 To win them from the fatal way,
Where erring folly thoughtless roves ;
And that blest righteousness display,
Which Jesus wrought, and God approves !
5 The shining firmament shall fade,
And sparkling stars resign their light;
But these shall know no change nor shade,
For ever fair, for ever bright.
6 No fancied joy beyond the sky,
No fair delusion is reveal'd;
"Tis God that speaks, who cannot lie,
And all his word must be fulfill'd.
7 And shall not these cold hearts of ours
Be kindled at the glorious view?
Come, Lord, awake our active pow'rs,
Our feeble dying strength renew.
8 On wings of faith and strong desire
O may our spirits daily rise;
And reach at last the shining choir,
In the bright mansions of the skies !
Txternal and on high;
HERE is a house not made by hands,
And here my spirits waiting stands,
Till God shall bid it fly.
2 Shortly this prison of my clay
Must be dissolv'd and fall;
Then, oh, my soul, with joy obey
Thy heav'nly Father's call.
3 'Tis he, by his almighty grace,
That forms thee fit for heav'n;
And, as an earnest of the place,
Has his own Spirit giv❜n.
4 We walk by faith of joys to come;
Faith lives upon his word;
But whilst the body is our home,
We're absent from the Lord.
5 'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace,
But we had rather see;
We would be absent from the flesh,
And present, Lord, with thee.
Remembrance of Christ.
"THIS do in mem'ry of your Friend."
Such was the Saviour's last request,
Who all the pangs of death endur'd,
That we might live forever blest.
2 Yes, we'll record thy matchless love,
Thou dearest, tend'rest, best of friends!
Thy dying love the noblest praise
Of long eternity transcends.
3 'Tis pleasure more than earth can give,
Thy goodness through these veils to see;"
Thy table food celestial yields,.
And happy they who sit with thee.
4 But oh! what vast transporting joys
Shall fill our breasts, our tongues inspire,
When, join'd with the celestial train,
Our grateful souls thy love admire!
5 When these vile bodies, all refin'd,
Perfect and glorious as thy own,
Unwearied shall our minds obey,
And join in worship near thy throne.
HYMN 451. L. M.
The Vanity of Forms without Virtue.
H' uplifted eye and bended knee
Are but vain homage, Lord, to thee;
In vain our lips thy praise prolong,
The heart a stranger to the song.
2 Can rites, and forms, and flaming zeal,
The breaches of thy precepts heal?
Can fasts and penance reconcile
Thy justice, and obtain thy smile?
3 The pure, the humble, contrite mind,
Thankful, and to thy will resign'd,
To thee a nobler off'ring yields,
Than Sheba's groves, or Sharon's fields.
4 Than floods of oil, or costly wine,
Rolling by thousands to thy shrine ;
Or than, if to thine altar led,
A first-born son the victim bled.
5 "Be just and kind and humble too,
In all you say, in all you do;
To men, your charity impart,
And love your God with all your heart."
6 This truth, by ancient prophets giv'n,
Was by thy Son confirm'd from heav'n;
And, deep engrav'd, this great command
Doth on eternal pillars stand.
HYMN 452. L. M.
Love to God and Man.
HUS saith the first, the great command,
Let all thy inward pow'rs unite
To love thy Maker and thy God,
With sacred fervour and delight.
2 Then shall thy neighbour, next in place,
Share thine affections and esteem;
And let thy kindness to thyself
Measure and rule thy love to him."
3 This is the sense that Moses spoke,
This did the prophets preach and prove;
For want of this the law is broke,
And the whole law's fulfill'd by love.
4 But oh, how base our passions are!
How cold our charity and zeal!
Lord, fill our souls with heav'nly fire,
Or we shall ne'er perform thy will.
HYMN 453. L. M.
God dwelling with the Humble.
HUS saith the high and lofty One,
I sit upon my holy throne;
My name is God, I dwell on high,
Dwell in my own eternity.
2 But I descend to worlds below,
On earth I have a mansion too;
The humble spirit and contrite
Is an abode of my delight.
3 The humble soul my words revive,
I bid the mourning sinner live
Heal all the broken hearts I find,
And ease the sorrows of the mind.
4 When I contend against their sin,
I make them know how vile they've been ;
But should my wrath for ever smoke,
Their souls would sink beneath the stroke."
50 may thy pard'ning grace be nigh,
Lest we should faint, despair and die!
Thus shall our better thoughts approve
The methods of thy chast'ning love.
Christ's Commission to preach the Gospel.
HUS spake the Saviour, when he sent
His ministers to preach his word;
They through the world obedient went,
And spread the gospel of their Lord.
2 "Go forth, ye heralds, in my name,
Bid the whole earth my grace receive;
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