4

O glorious Imman'el! Jehovah with man! With us God is prefent; (amazing the plan !) Perfection of joy we now understand,

Whilft rivers of pleasure flow at his right hand : We stand, when no higher our notes we can raise, In filence expreffive, of wonder and praise.

SHOUT! for the bleffed Jefus reigns;
Through diftant lands his triumphs spread:
And finners freed from endless pains,
Own him their Saviour and their head.

2

His fons and daughters from afar,
Daily at Zion's gate arrive;
Those who were dead in fin before,
By fov'reign grace are made alive.

3

Oppreffors now beneath his feet,
O'ercome by his victorious pow'r
Princes in humble pofture wait,
And proud blafphemers learn t'adore.

4

Gentiles and Jews his laws obey,
Nations remote their offerings bring,
And, unconstrain'd, their homage pay
To their exalted God and King.

5
Loud hallelujahs to the Lamb,
From all below and all above;
In lofty fongs exalt his name,
In fongs as lafting as his love.

HYMN 33. L. M.

JESUS fhall reign where'er the fun
Does his fucceffive journies run;

His kingdom ftretch from fhore to fhore, "Till moons fhall wax and wane no more.

2

Behold the islands, with their kings,
And Europe her beft tribute brings ;
From north to fouth the princes meet,
To pay their homage at his feet.

3

There Perfia, glorious to behold,
There India, fhines in eastern gold;
And barb'rous nations at his word
Submit, and bow, and own their Lord..

4

For him fhall endless pray'r be made, And praises throng to crown his head ; His name like fweet perfume shall rife With ev'ry morning facrifice.

5

People and realms of ev'ry tongue
Dwell on his love with sweetest fong;
And infant voices fhall proclaim
Their early bleffings on his name.
6

Bleffings abound where'er he reigns,
The pris'ner leaps to loofe his chains;
The weary find eternal reft,

And all the fons of want are bleft.

7

Where he displays his healing pow'r,
Death and the curfe are known no more
In him the tribes of Adam boast
More bleffings than their father lost.

8

Let ev'ry creature rife and bring
Peculiar honours to their King;
Angels defcend with fongs again,
And earth repeat the long Amen.

HYMN 34. P. M.

ALL hail, incarnate God !

The wond'rous things foretold
Of thee in facred writ,

With joy our eyes behold:

Still does thine arm new trophies wear,
And monuments of glory rear.

2

To thee the hoary head

Its filver honours pays;
To thee the blooming youth
Devotes his brightest days:

And ev'ry age their tribute bring,
And bow to thee, all conquering King!

3

O hafte, victorious Prince,
That happy, glorious day,
When fouls like drops of dew

Shall own thy gentle fway!

O may it blefs our longing eyes,
And bear our fhouts beyond the skies!

4

All hail, triumphant Lord!.
Eternal be thy reign;

Behold the nations fue

To wear thy gentle chain :

When earth and time are known no more,› Thy throne fhall ftand forever fure.

THOUGH mothers kind, forgetful prove,

Of fucklings nourish'd at the breast,
Or yearning bowels ceafe to move
To infants when with pain opprefs'd:

2

Yet I will ne'er forget my bride,
Says Jefus, God of love and truth,
Taken, when fleeping, from my fide,
Then born to bear eternal youth.

3

I'll not forget my word, mine oath,
I'll not forget my wounds, my blood;
My friendship makes but one of both,
And I am still thy Saviour God.

4

Wrote on my hands thy much lov'd name,
My Zion, glorious is thy ftate

I fee thee always without blame,
And his own body none can hate.

5

Thy walls before me always are;
Bounds to thy dwelling I have fet;
My Zion's my peculiar care,
My Zion I will ne'er forget.

6

O happy Zion, fee and prove,

How groundlefs all thy forrows are !
Live in thy Hufband's nature, love,
And that shall caft out all thy fear.

HYMN 36. C. M.

WHEN first the God of boundless grace

Difclos'd his kind defign,

To rescue our apoftate race
From mis'ry, hame and fin.

2

Quick through the realms of light and bliss, The joyful tidings ran,

Each heart exulted at the news,

That God would dwell with man.

3

Yet 'midst their joys they paus'd a while,
And afk'd with ftrange furprife,
"But how can injur'd juftice fmile,
Or look with pitying eyes?

4

Will the Almighty deign again,
To vifit yonder world;
And hither bring rebellious men,
Whence rebels once were hurl'd?

5

Their tears, and groans, and deep distress,

Aloud for mercy call:

But ah! must truth and righteousness
Victims to mercy fall?"

6

So fpake the friends of God and man,
Delighted, yet furpris'd;

Eager to know the wond'rous plan,
That wisdom had devis'd,

7

The Son of God attentive heard,
And quickly thus reply'd,
"In me let mercy be rever'd,
And juftice fatisfied.

8

Behold my vital blood I pour,

A facrifice to God;

Juftice divine will now no more

Demand the finner's blood.”