4 Freely from me ye have receiv'd, freely, in love, to others give; Thus shall your doctrines be believ'd, and, by your labours, sinners live. HYMN XXVII. The same Commission, from St. Mark xvi. 15, &c. and from St. Matt. xxiii. 18, &c. 1 66 Gubid the whole earth my grace receive; 10 preach my Gospel," saith the Lord, Explain to them my sacred Word, "bid them believe, obey, and live. 2"I'll make my great commission known, 4 "though Greeks reproach, and Jews blaspheme.. "While thus ye follow my commands, "I'm with you till the world shall end; "All power is trusted in my hands; "I can destroy, and can defend." 5 He spake, and light shone round his head; ADDITIONAL HYMNS, SET FORTH IN GENERAL CONVENTION, 1808. HYMN XXVIII. ADVENT. The Coming and Office of Christ. Luke iv. 18, 19. TARK! the glad sound, the Saviour comes, 1 Hthe Saviour promised long! Let every heart prepare a throne, and every voice a song. 2 On him the spirit, largely pour'd, exerts his sacred fire; Wisdom and might, and zeal and love his holy breast inspire. 3 He comes, the pris'ners to release, in Satan's bondage held, The gates of brass before him burst, the iron fetters yield. 4 He comes, from thickest films of vice. to clear the mental ray; And on the eyes oppress'd with night, to pour celestial day. 5 He comes, the broken heart to bind, the bleeding soul to cure, And with the treasures of his grace, 6 Our glad Hosannas, Prince of Peace, HYMN XXIX. EPIPHANY. The Blessedness of Gospel Times; or, the Revelation of Christ to Jews and Gentiles. Isa. v. 2, 7---10. Matt, xiii. 16, 17. 1 OW beauteous are their feet HOME beauteous Who bring salvation on their tongues, 2 How charming is their voice! that hear this joyful sound, 4 How blessed are our eyes 5 The watchmen join their voice, 6 The Lord makes bare his arm through all the earth abroad! every nation now behold their Saviour and their God. Let HYMN XXX. Christ dying, rising, and reigning. 1 TTE dies! the Friend of sinners dies! Lo! Salem's daughters weep around! A solemn darkness veils the skies! A sudden trembling shakes the ground! 2 Come saints, and drop a tear or two For him who groan'd beneath your load; He shed a thousand drops for you, A thousand drops of richer blood! 3 Here's love and grief beyond degree; The Lord of glory dies for men! But lo! what sudden joys we sce! Jesus, the dead, revives again! 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb! Up to his Father's court he flies; Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies! 5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high our great Deliv'rer reigns; Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, And led the tyrant death in chains! 6 Say, "Live for ever, glorious King, "Born to redeem, instruct and save!" Then ask---" O death, where is thy sting! "And where thy victory, O grave!" 66 HYMN XXXI. ASCENSION. Christ's Ascension. Psalm xxiv. 7. UR Lord is risen from the dead, 10 Our Jesus is gone up on high; The powers of hell are captive led, Dragg'd to the portals of the sky. 2 There his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay; "Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! "Ye everlasting doors, give way!" 3 Loose all your bars of massy light, And wide unfold the radiant scene; He claims those mansions as his right, Receive the King of Glory in. 4" Who is the King of Glory, who?” 5 Lo! his triumphant chariot waits, 1 0 HYMN XXXII. The Penitent's Supplication. THOU that hear'st when sinners cry, The God of grace will ne'er despise 6 My soul lies humbled in the dust, 4 Almighty grace, thy healing power, how glorious, how divine! That can to life and bliss restore so vile a heart as mine. 5 Thy pard'ning love, so free, .so sweet, dear Saviour, I adore; 1 O keep me at thy sacred feet, and let me rove no more. HOW HYMN XXXIV. PENITENTIAL. The Pool of Bethesda. John v. 2---4. TOW long, thou faithful God, shall I Here in thy ways forgotten lie? When shall the means of healing be The channels of thy grace to me? 2 Sinners on every side step in, And wash away their pain and sin; But I, an helpless sin-sick soul, Still lie expiring at the pool. 3 Thou cov❜nant-angel, swift come down, To-day thine own appointments crown; Thy power into the means infuse, And give them now their sacred use. 4 Thou seest me lying at the pool, I would, thou know'st I would be whole; O let the troubled waters move, And minister thy healing love. HYMN XXXV. PENITENTIAL. THAT my load of sin were gone! O that I could at last submit, At Jesus' feet to lay it down! to lay my soul at Jesus' feet! 2 Rest for my soul I long to find: Saviour of all, if mine thou art, Give me thy meek and lowly mind, and stamp thine image on my heart. 3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin, and fully set my spirit free; I cannot rest, till pure within, till I am wholly lost in thee. 4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God; thy light and easy burden prove, The cross, all stain'd with hallow'd blood, the labour of thy dying love. 5 I would; but thou must give the power; my heart from every sin release; Bring near, bring near the joyful hour, and fill me with thy perfect peace. |