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Hail him, ye heirs of David's line,
Whom David Lord did call: The God Incarnate, Man Divine;
And crown him Lord of all.
120. An Hiding Place.
HAIL, soy’reign love, that first began
The scheme to rescue fallen man! Hail, matchless, free, eternal grace, That gave my soul an hiding-place! Should storms of seven-fold thunder roll, And shake the globe from pole to pole; No flaming bolt could daunt my face, For Jesus is my hiding-place. On him almighty vengeance fell, That must have sunk a world to hell; He bore it for his chosen race, And thus became their hiding-place.
A few more rolling suns at most,
121. Sinners and Saints in the Wreck
of Nature. Is. xxiv. 18-20.
HOW great, how terrible that God
Who shakes creation with his nod! He frowns-earth, sea, all nature's frame, Sink in one universal flame. Where now, O where shall sinners seek For shelter in the general wreck; Shall falling rocks be o'er them thrown? See rocks, like snow, dissolving down. In vain for mercy now they cry; In lakes of liquid fire they lie; There on the flaming billows tost, For ever-O for ever lost. But saints, undaunted and serene, Your eyes shall view the dreadful scene; Your Saviour lives, the worlds expire, And earth and skies dissolve in fire. Jesus, the helpless creature's friend, To thee my all I dare commend; Thou canst preserve my feeble soul, When lightnings blaze from pole to pole.
Prayer for his Majesty King George, and the Royal Family.
LORD, thou hast bid thy people pray
For all that bear the sovereign sway,
Nor can we pray in vain.
From his anointed head;
Our king propitious lead.
And make their councils vain ; Preserve him, Providence divine, And let the long illustrious line
To latest ages reign.
And everlasting joys;
And praise the globe employs.
123. Acceptance through Christ
alone. John xiv. 6.
Great God, before thine awful bar?
124. Jesus wept—he died—see how
he loved us.
John xi. 35.
What beauty e'en in grief appears!
Still his compassions are the same,
Self-Dedication at the Lord's
Purchas'd and sav'd by blood divine ?
all: Lord, let me live and die to thee, Be thine through all eternity.
126. Submission under Afliction.
And chasten as a friend?
There's honey at the end.
Conduct to heay'n at last?
For all the evil past.