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The dumb speak wonders, and the lame
Leap like the hart, and bless his name! 2. Thus doth th' eternal Spirit own
And seal the mission of the Son;
While he hangs bleeding on the cross.
He rises, and appears a God:
No more to bleed, no more to die;. 4. Hence and forever from
Hymn 42. L. M. The Humiliation, Exaltation, and Triumphs of Christ.
Phil.ü. 8, 9. Col. ü150 1. THE mighty frame of glorious grace,
That brightest monument of praise That e'er the God of Love design’d,
Employs and fills my lab'ring mind. 2. Begin, my soul, the heav'nly song,
A burden for an Angel's tongue;
He tunes and summons all his strings. 3. Proclaim inimitable love,
Jesus the Lord of worlds above,
And veils the God in mortal.clay..
Hangs on a tree, and bleeds and groans;
He triumphs in his dying hour,
And, while by Satan's rage he fell,
He dash'd the rising hopes of hell.
And sin was drown'd in Jesus' blood :
And conquers sinners by his love.
The theme surmounts an Angel's tongue ;
Let ev'ry heart prepare him room,
And heav'n and nature sing. 2. Joy to the earth; the Saviour reigns; .
Let men their songs employ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains
Repeat the sounding joy.
Nor thorns infest the ground;
Far as the curse is found.
prove The glories of his righteousness,
And wonders of his love.
Hymn 44. s. M.
Let all the nations fear;
And saints be humbled there.
2. Jesus the Saviour reigns,
Let earth adore its Lord;
And swift fulfil his word. 3. In Zion is his throne;
His honours are divine;
For there his glories shine. 4. How holy is his name!
How terrible his praise !
In all his works of grace.
Hymn 45. L. M.
The glories of my Saviour King,
His form! how bright his beauties are ! 2. O'er all the sons of human race,
He shines with a superior grace,
And blessings all his state compose.
Gird on the terror of thy sword,
With truth and meekness at thy side. 4. Thine anger, like a pointed dart,
Shall pierce the foes of stubborn heart ;
Shall melt the rebels at thy feet.
Grace is the sceptre in thy hands;
6. God, thine own God, has richly shed
His oil of gladness on thy head,
Hymn 46. P. M.
Of wisdom, love, and pow'r,
All are too mean
My Saviour forth.
He bears for me.
He like an angel stands,
To mortals known.
My tongue would bless thy name;
The joyful news
peace with heay'a.
3. THE PASSION OF CHRIST.
Hymn 47. c. M.
Nail'd to the shameful tree; :
To bleed and die for thee! 2. Hark, how he groans! while nature shakes,
And earth's strong pillars bend!
The solid marbles rend.
“Receive my soul!" he cries;
He bows his head, and dies! 4. But soon he'll break death's envious chain,
And in full glory shine;
Was ever love like thine!
Hymn 48. P. M.
[From the German:] 1. Love divine! what hast thou done!
Jesus my Lord hath dy'd for me! The Father's co-eternal Son,
Bore all my sins upon the tree; Th' atoning Lamb for me hath dy'd;
My Lord my Love, is crucify'd. 2. Behold him, all ye
pass by, The bleeding Prince of life and peace! Come see, ye worms, your Saviour die,
And say, was ever grief like his! Come feel, with me, his blood apply'd;
My Lord, my Love, is crucify’d: 3. Is crucify'd for me and you,
To bring us rebels back to God: