HYMN XXVIII. Common Metre. *

Faith in the Promise of Salvation.

1 BEGIN, my tongue, some heavenly theme, And speak some lofty thing;

The mighty works, or mighty name
Of our eternal King.

2 Tell of his wondrous faithfulness,
Or sound his power abroad;
Sing the blest promise of his grace,
And the performing God.

3 Proclaim salvation from the Lord,
To sinful, dying men;

His hand has writ the sacred word,
With an unerring pen.

4 Engrav'd as in eternal brass,

The gracious promise shines; Nor shall the hand of time erase Those everlasting lines.

5 Then why these doubts and sad complaints? If Christ and we are one,

The word extends to all the saints,
Who humbly love the Son.

6 By faith in this our souls have liv'd,
And part of heaven possess'd;

We'll praise him then for grace receiv'd, And trust him for the rest.

WATTS.

HYMN XXIX. Particular Metre.

The Resurrection and Glory of Christ.

1 BEHOLD! the bright morning appears,
And Jesus revives from the grave!
His rising removes all our fears,
And proves him almighty to save.

5 Here, when our spirit faints and dies, And conscience smarts with inward stings; The Sun of righteousness shall rise, With healing beams beneath his wings. 6 Here would our ravish'd souls abide ; Or if from hence we must depart, Let neither life nor death divide

Our God and Saviour from our heart.

HYMN XXVII.

Altered from WATTS.

Long Metre.

The Word made Flesh.

1 BEFORE the heavens were spread abroad,
From everlasting was the Word;
With God he was, the Word was God,
And by th' angelick host ador❜d.

2 By his great power were all things made;
By him supported, all things stand;
He is the whole creation's Head,
And angels fly at his command.

3 Ere sin was born, or Satan fell,
He led the host of morning stars!
Thy generation who can tell?
Or count the number of thy years?

4 But lo, he leaves these heavenly forms,
The Word descends and dwells in clay;
That he may converse hold with worms,
Drest in such feeble flesh as they.

5 Mortals, with joy beheld his face,
Th' eternal Father's only Son;

How full of truth, how full of grace! When through his eyes the Godhead shone. 6 Arch-angels leave their high abode, To learn new mysteries here, and tell The love of our descending God, The glories of Emmanuel.

WATTS.

HYMN XXVIII. Common Metre.

Faith in the Promise of Salvation.

1 BEGIN, my tongue, some heavenly theme, And speak some lofty thing;

The mighty works, or mighty name
Of our eternal King.

2 Tell of his wondrous faithfulness,
Or sound his power abroad;
Sing the blest promise of his grace,
And the performing God.

3 Proclaim salvation from the Lord,
To sinful, dying men ;

His hand has writ the sacred word,
With an unerring pen.

4 Engrav'd as in eternal brass,

The gracious promise shines;
Nor shall the hand of time erase
Those everlasting lines.

5 Then why these doubts and sad complaints ? If Christ and we are one,

The word extends to all the saints,

Who humbly love the Son.

6 By faith in this our souls have liv'd,
And part of heaven possess'd;

We'll praise him then for grace receiv'd,
And trust him for the rest.

WATTS.

HYMN XXIX. Particular Metre. * The Resurrection and Glory of Christ. "BEHOLD! the bright morning appears, And Jesus revives from the grave! His rising removes all our fears, And proves him almighty to save.

How strong were his tears and his cries
The worth of his blood how divine!
How perfect his great sacrifice.

Who rose though he suffer'd for sin !

2 The man who was crowned with thorns,
The man who on Calvary died,
The man who bore scourging and scorn,
Whom sinners agreed to deride;
Now blessed for ever is made,

And life has rewarded his pain;
Now glory has crowned his head;
This is the true Lamb that was slain !

3 Believing we share in his joy,

By faith we partake of his rest; With him we can cheerfully die, For with him we hope to be blest. 'Tis Jesus, the first and the last,

Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home; We'll praise him for all that is past,

And trust him for all that's to come!

HYMN XXX. Common Metre.
Praise to the Lamb of God.

} BEHOLD the glories of the Lamb,
Amidst the Father's throne!
Prepare new honours for his name!
And songs before unknown.

2 Let elders worship at his feet,
The church adore around;
With vials full of odours sweet,
With harps of sweeter sound.

HART.

3 Those are the offer'd prayers of saints,
And these the hymns they raise;
Jesus is kind to our complaints,
He loves to hear our praise.

But when we see our Saviour here,
We shall be like our Head.

4 A hope so much divine

May trials well endure ;

May cleanse our souls from sense and sin, Ás Christ the Lord is pure.

5 If in our Father's love

We share a filial part,

Send down thy Spirit, like a dove,

To rest upon our heart.

6 We would no longer lie,

Like slaves beneath the throne ! Our faith shall Abba, Father, cry, And thou the kindred own.

WATTS.

HYMN XXXVI. Long Metre. * or b

The better Part.

1 BESET with snares, and fill'd with dread,
In life's uncertain path we tread ;
Saviour divine, diffuse thy light,
To guide our doubtful footsteps right.
2 Engage our roving treacherous heart,
To choose the wise, the better part;
To scorn the trifles of a day,
For joys that never fade away.

3 Then let the fiercest storms arise,
Let tempests mingle earth and skies
No fatal shipwreck shall we fear,
But all our treasure with us bear.
4 If then our Saviour still be nigh,
Cheerful we live, and joyful die;
Secure, when mortal comforts flee,
To find a thousand worlds in thee.

DODDRIDGE.