I'd tell him how my sins arise,

What sorrows I sustain;
How grace decays, and comfort dies,

And leaves my heart in pain.
He knows what arguments I'd take

To wrestle with my God;
I'd plead for his own mercy's sake,

And for my Saviour's blood.
My God will pity my complaints,

And heal my broken bones:
He takes the meaning of his saints,

The language of their groans.
Arise, my soul, from deep distress,

And banish every fear;
He calls thee to his throne of grace,

To spread thy sorrows there.

85. The Incarnation of Christ.

Luke ü. 14.

AMERICA. MORTALS, awake, with angels join,

And chant the solemn lay;
Joy, love, and gratitude combine,

To hail th' auspicious day.
In heaven the rapturous song began,

And sweet seraphic fire
Through all the shining legions ran,

And strung and tun'd the lyre.

Swift through the vast expanse it flew,

And loud the echo roll'd;
The theme, the song, the joy was new,

'Twas more than heaven could hold, Down through the portals of the sky,

Th’impetuous torrent ran;
And angels flew with eager joy,

To bear the news to man.
With joy their chorus we'll repeat,

6 Glory to God on high; “Good-Will and peace are now complete,

66. Jesus was born to die." Hail, Prince of life, for ever hail!

Redeemer, brother, friend; Tho' earth, and time, and life should fail,

Thy praise shall never end. 86. The Attraction of the Cross.

John xii. 32.

TUNBRIDGE. YONDER—amazing sight!--I see

Th' incarnate Son of God, Expiring on the accursed tree,

And welt'ring in his blood. Behold a purple torrent run

Down from his hands and head: The crimson tide puts out the sun;

His groans awake the dead.

The trembling earth, the darken'd sky,

Proclaim the truth aloud;
And with th' amaz'd Centurion cry,

" This is the Son of God!” So great, so yast a sacrifice

May well my hope revive:
If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies,

The sinner sure may live.
O that these cords of love divine,

Might draw me, Lord, to thee!
Thou hast my heart, it shall be thine

Thine it shall ever be!

87. The Resurrection and Ascension.

CHARLES STREET. ANGELS, roll the rock away,

Death, yield up thy mighty prey : See, he rises from the tomb, Glowing with immortal bloom. Hallelujah. 'Tis the Saviour, angels raise Fame's eternal trump of praise; Let the earth's remotest bound, Hear the joy-inspiring sound. Hal. Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes, Now to glory see him rise, In long triumph up the sky, Up to waiting worlds on high. Hal.

Heav'n displays her portals wide,
Glorious hero, through them ride;
King of Glory, mount the throne,
Thy great Father's and thy own. Hal,
Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs,
Praise, and sweep your golden lyres;
Shout, О earth, in rapturous song,
Let the strains be sweet and strong. Hal.
Every note with wonder swell,
Sin o'erthrown, and captiv’d hell:
Where is hell's once dreaded king!
Where, O death, thy mortal sting! Hal.

88. Christ's Intercession prevalent.

John xvii. 24.

NEWBURY. AWAKE, sweet gratitude, and sing

Th' ascended Saviour's love:
Sing how he lives to carry on

His people's cause above.
With cries and tears he offer'd up

His humble suit below;
But with authority he asks,

Enthron'd in glory now.
For all that come to God by him,

Salvation he demands;
Points to their names upon

his breast, And spreads his wounded hands.

H

Eternal life, at his request,

To every saint is given; Safety below, and, after death,

The plentitude of heav'n.

89. Praise for the Fountain opened.

TUNBRIDGE. THE

HERE is a fountain fill'd with blood,

Drawn from Immanuel's veins; And sinners plung'd beneath that flood,

Lose all their guilty stains.
The dying thief rejoic'd to see

That fountain in his day:
O may I there, though vile as he,

Wash all my sins away!
Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood

Shall never lose its pow'r
Till all the ransom'd church of God

Be sav'd to sin no more.
E’er since by faith I saw the stream

Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,

And shall be till I die. But when this lisping, stammering tongue

Lies silent in the grave, Then in a nobler, sweeter

song I'll sing thy pow'r to save.