Since I have pray'd to him as such,
And he has heard my prayers.
7 That sinners, black as hell, by Christ
Are saved, I know full well;
For I his mercy have not miss'd,
And I am black as hell.
8 Thus, Christians, glorify the Lord;
His Spirit joins with ours,
In bearing witness to his word,
With all its saving powers.
32. "He shall not speak of himself.”
WHATEVER prompts the soul to pride,
Or gives us room to boast,
Except in Jesus crucified,
Is not the Holy Ghost.
2 That blessed Spirit omits to speak
Of what himself has done,
And bids the enlightened sinner seek
Salvation in the Son.
3 He never moves a man to say,
"Thank God, I'm made so good;" But turns his eye another way, To Jesus and his blood.
4 Great are the graces he confers, But all in Jesus' name;
He gladly dictates, gladly hears, "Salvation to the Lamb."
33.. Praise to the ever-blessed Trinity.
BLESS'D be the Father, and his love,
To whose celestial source we owe,
Rivers of endless joy above,
And rills of comfort here below.
2 Glory to thee, great Son of God,
From whose dear wounded body rolls
A precious stream of vital blood,
Pardon and life for dying souls.
3 We give thee, sacred Spirit, praise,
Who in our hearts of sin and woe
Makes living springs of grace arise,
And into boundless glory flow.
4 Thus God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit we adore:
That sea of life and love unknown,
Without a bottom or a shore.
Hymn and Doxology to the Trinity.
To comprehend the great THREE-ONE,
Is more than highest angels can:
Or what the Trinity has done
From death and hell to ransom man.
2 But all true Christians this may boast,
(A truth from nature never learn'd)
That Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
To save our souls are all concern'd.
3 [The Father's love in this we find,
He made his Son our sacrifice;
The Son in love his life resign'd;
The Spirit of love his blood applies.]
4 Thus we the Trinity can praise
In Unity, through Christ our King;
Our grateful hearts and voices raise
In faith and love, while thus we sing:-
5 Glory to God the Father be,
Because he sent his Son to die;
Glory to God the Son that he
Did with such willingness comply;
6 Glory to God the Holy Ghost,
Who to our hearts this love reveals: Thus God Three-One, to sinners lost, Salvation sends, procures, and seals. 35. To Father, Son, and Spirit. COME, thou almighty King, Help us thy name Help us to praise: [to sing,
Father all glorious, O'er all victorious,
Come, and reign over us, Ancient of Days!
2 Jesus, our Lord, arise, Scatter our enemies,
And make them fall!
Let thy almighty aid Our sure defence be made,
Our souls on thee be stay'd: Lord, hear our call!
3 Come, thou incarnate Word, Gird on thy
Our prayers attend: [mighty sword,
Come, and thy people bless, And give thy word
Spirit of holiness, On us descend!
4 Come, holy Comforter, Thy sacred witness In this glad hour!
Thou, who almighty art, Now rule in every [heart,
And ne'er from us depart, Spirit of power!
5 To the great One-in-Three, Eternal praises be,
Hence, evermore!
His sovereign majesty May we in glory see,
And to eternity Love and adore¡
HARK! the herald angels sing
Glory to the new-born King;
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled!
2 Sons of Zion, too, arise,
Join the triumph of the skies;
And with angels, loud proclaim,
"Christ was born in Bethlehem!"
3 Veil'd'in flesh the Godhead see!
Hail the incarnate Deity!
Mild he lays his glory by,-
Born that we no more may die!
4 Glory to the new-born King,
Let us now the anthem sing;
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled!
The Incarnate God.
LET earth and heaven combine,
Angels and men agree,
To praise, in songs divine,
The incarnate Deity:
Our God, contracted to a span,
Incomprehensibly made man.
2 He laid his glory by,
And wrapp'd him in our clay;
Unmark'd by human eye,
The latent Godhead lay:
Infant of Days he here became,
And bore the loved Immanuel's name.
Unsearchable the love
That hath the Saviour brought;
The grace is far above
Or man's or angel's thought!
Suffice for us, that God we know,-
Our God was manifest below!
38. "Jesus."-Luke i. 30. BEHOLD! the grace appears, The promise is fulfill'd!
Mary, the wondrous virgin, bears,
And Jesus is the child.
2 [The Lord, the highest God,
Calls him his only Son;
He bids him rule the lands abroad,
And gives him David's throne.]
3 [O'er Jacob shall he reign
With a peculiar sway;
The nations shall his grace obtain,
His kingdom ne'er decay.]
4 To bring the glorious news
A heavenly form appears;
He tells the shepherds of their joys,
And banishes their fears.
5 "Go, humble swains," said he,
"To David's city fly,
The promised infant, born to-day,
Doth in a manger lie:
"With looks and hearts serene,
Go visit Christ your King;"
And straight a flaming troop was seen;
The shepherds heard them sing:-
Glory to God on high!
And heavenly peace on earth; Good will to men, to angels joy, At the Redeemer's birth!"
8 [In worship so divine
Let saints employ their tongues;
With the celestial hosts we join,
And loud repeat their songs:-
"Glory to God on high!.
And heavenly peace on earth;
Good will to men, to angels joy,
At the Redeemer's birth."]
COME, ye redeemed of the Lord,
Your grateful tribute bring;
And celebrate, with one accord,
The birthday of our King.
2 Let us with humble hearts repair
(Faith will point out the road)
To little Bethlehem, and there
Adore our infant God.
3 [In swaddling bands the Saviour view!
Let none his weakness scorn:
The feeblest heart shall hell subdue,
Where Jesus Christ is born.]
4 No pomp adorns, no sweets perfume
The place where Christ is laid;
A stable serves hinf for his room,
A manger is his bed.
5 The crowded inn, like sinners' hearts,
(O ignorance extreme!)
For other guests, of various sorts,
Had room; but none for him.
6 But see what different thoughts arise
In ours and angels' breasts;
To hail his birth they left the skies,
We lodged him with the beasts!
7 Yet let believers cease their fears,
Nor envy heavenly powers;
If sinless innocence be theirs,
Redemption all is ours.
40." And the Word was made flesh."
How blest is the season at which we appear; Bow down, sense & reason, faith only reign here. 'Tis heard by mere nature with coldness & scorn, That God, our Creator, an infant was born.
Lost souls to recover, and form them afresh, Our wonderful Lover took flesh of our flesh; From sin to release us-that yoke so long worn, The holy child Jesus of Mary was born.
Poor sinners dejected, of comfort debarr'd, Whose hearts are afflicted because they're so hard;
Despairing of favour-cold, lifeless, forlorn, Remember, the Saviour in winter was born.
And ye that sincerely confide in the Lamb,
He loves you most dearly,) rejoice in his name.
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