Part 38 (1/2)

Redemption by Christ.

1 When the first parents of our race Rebell'd and lost their G.o.d, And the infection of their sin Had tainted all our blood;

2 Infinite pity touch'd the heart Of the eternal Son, Descending from the heavenly court He left his Father's throne.

3 Aside the Prince of glory threw His most divine array, And wrapt his G.o.dhead in a veil Of our inferior clay.

4 His living power, and dying love Redeem'd unhappy men, And rais'd the ruins of our race To life and G.o.d again.

5 To thee, dear Lord, our flesh and soul We joyfully resign, Bless'd Jesus, take us for thy own, For we are doubly thine.

6 Thine honour shall for ever be The business of our days, For ever shall our thankful tongue Speak thy deserved praise.

Hymn 2:79.

Praise to the Redeemer.

1 Plung'd in a gulph of dark despair We wretched sinners lay, Without one cheerful beam of hope, Or spark of glimmering day.

2 With pitying eyes, the Prince of Grace Beheld our helpless grief, He saw, and (O amazing love!) He ran to our relief.

3 Down from the s.h.i.+ning seats above With joyful haste he fled, Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh, And dwelt among the dead.

4 He spoil'd the Powers of darkness thus, And brake our iron chains; Jesus has freed our captive souls From everlasting pains.

5 [In vain the baffled prince of h.e.l.l His cursed projects tries, We that were doom'd his endless slaves, Are rais'd above the skies.]

6 O for this love, let rocks and hills Their lasting silence break, And all harmonious human tongues The Saviour's praises speak.

7 [Yes, we will praise thee, dearest Lord, Our souls are all on flame, Hosanna round the s.p.a.cious earth To thine adored Name.

8 Angels, a.s.sist our mighty joys, Strike all your harps of gold; But when you raise your highest notes His love can ne'er be told.]

Hymn 2:80.

G.o.d's awful power and goodness.

1 O the Almighty Lord!

How matchless is his power!

Tremble, O earth, beneath his word, And all the heavens adore.

2 Let proud imperious kings Bow low before his throne, Crouch to his feet, ye haughty things, Or he shall tread you down.

3 Above the skies he reigns, And with amazing blows He deals unsufferable pains On his rebellious foes.

4 Yet, everlasting G.o.d, We love to speak thy praise; Thy sceptre's equal to thy rod, The sceptre of thy grace.

5 The arms of mighty love Defend our Sion well, And heavenly mercy walls us round From Babylon and h.e.l.l.

6 Salvation to the King That sits enthron'd above; Thus we adore the G.o.d of might, And bless the G.o.d of love.