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The angel has a cold embrace,
But kind, and soft, and sweet.

VII.

I'd leap at once my seventy years,
I'd rush into his arms,

And lose my breath and all my cares
Amidst those heav'nly charms.

VIII.

Joyful I'd lay this body down,

And leave the lifeless clay, Without a sigh, without a groan, And stretch and soar away.

HYMN XXVII. C. M.

WHEN

Condescending Grace.

I.

THEN the Eternal bows the skies
To visit earthly things,

With scorn divine he turns his eyes
From towers of haughty kings;

II.

Rides on a cloud disdainful by

A Sultan, or a Czar,

Laughs at the worms that rise so high, Or frown 'em from afar;

.III.'

He bids his awful chariot roll
Far downward from the skies,

To visit every humble soul,
With pleasure in his eyes.

IV.

Why should the LORD that reigns above
Disdain so lofty kings?

Say, LORD, and why such looks of love
Upon such worthless things?

V.

Mortals be dumb; what creature dares
Dispute his awful will?

Ask no account of his affairs,

But tremble and be still.

VI.

Just like his nature is his grace,

All sovereign and all free;

Great God, how searchless are thy ways! How deep thy judgments be!

HYMN XXVIII. C. M.

God Infinite.

I.

OME seraph, lend your heav'nly tongue,
Or harps of golden string,

That I may raise a lofty song
To our eternal King.

II.

Thy names, how infinite they be!
Great EVERLASTING ONE!
Boundless thy might and majesty,
And unconfin'd thy throne.

III.

Thy glories shine of wondrous size, Ánd wondrous large thy grace; Immortal day breaks from thine eyes, And Gabriel veils his face.

IV.

Thine Essence is a vast abyss,
Which angels cannot sound,
An ocean of infinities,

Where all our thoughts are drown'd.

V.

Thy mysteries of creation lie
Beneath enlighten'd minds,
Thoughts can ascend above the sky
And fly before the winds.

VI.

Reason may grasp the massy hills,
And stretch from pole to pole,
But half thy Name our spirit fills,
And overloads our soul

VII.

In vain our haughty reason swells,
For nothing's found in thee
But boundless unconceivables,
And vast eternity.

HYMN XXIX S. M.
Confession and Pardon.

I.

ALAS, my aking heart!

Here the keen torment lies;

It racks my waking hours with smart,
And frights my slumb'ring eyes.

II.

Guilt will be hid no more,

My griefs take vent apace,

The crimes that blot my conscience o'er Flush crimson in my face.

III.

My sorrows, like a flood,
Impatient of restraint,
Into thy bosom, O my GoD,
Pour out a long complaint.

IV.

This impious heart of mine. Could once defy the LORD, Could rush with violence on to sin, In presence of thy sword.

V.

How often have I stood

A rebel to the skies,

The calls, the tenders of a GOD,
And mercy's loudest cries!

VI.

He offers all his grace,

And all his heaven to me ;

Offers! but 'tis to senseless brass,

That cannot feel nor see.

VII.

JESUS the Saviour stands

To court me from above,

And looks and spreads his wounded hands, And shews the prints of love.

VIII.

But I, a stupid fool,

How long have I withstood The blessings purchas'd with his soul, And paid for all in blood?

IX.

The heav'nly dove came down
And tender'd me his wings
To mount me upward to a crown,
And bright immortal things.

X.

LORD, I'm asham'd to say
That I refus'd thy dove,
And sent thy Spirit griev'd away
To his own realms of love.

XI.

Not all thine heav'nly charms,
Nor terrors of thy hand,

Could force me to lay down my arms,
And bow to thy command.

XII.

LORD, 'tis against thy face
My sins like arrows rise,

And yet, and yet (O matchless grace !)
Thy thunder silent lies.

XIII.

O shall I never feel

The meltings of thy love?

LORD, is my heart of harden'd steel

That mercy cannot move?

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