Dare to defend his noble cause, CCCLXXIX. C. M. NEW SEL. GA AZE on spectators, and behold And wonder how you can forbear, 2" Come, see the place where Jesus lay;" An angel said of old; We say the same, his grave you may, In water here behold. 3 Buried in Jordan was our Lord, 4 This ordinance is plainly given, Though not to save, or take to heaven, CCCLXXX. C. M. NEW SELEC. Anot.cr. ETERNAL God, now smile on those, This day have publicly declar'd 3 With cheerful feet may they advance And, through the troubles of the way, LORD'S SUPPER. CCCLXXXI. L. M. WATT'S Lyric Poems Yarmouth Tune, 1 Christ dying, rising, and reigning. HE E dies! the friend of sinners dies! your A solemn darkness veils the skies! A sudden trembling shakes the ground! 2 Come, saints! and drop a tear or two For him who groan'd beneath load; He shed a thousand drops for you, A thousand drops of richer blood! 3 Here's love and grief beyond degree, The Lord of glory dies for men ! But lo! what sudden joys we see ! Jesus the dead revives again! 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb ! Up to his Father's court he flies; Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies. 5 Break off your tears, ye saints and tell How high our great deliverer reigns, Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, And led the monster, death, in chains! 6 Say, "Live for ever, wondrous King, "Born to redeem, and strong to save!" Then ask the monster, "Where's thy sting? "And where's thy victory, boasting grave? CCCLXXXII. L. M. J. STENNETT, At the Lord's Table.. HUS we commemorate the day, 1 THUS On which our dearest Lord was slain; Thus we our pious hoinage pay, Till he appears on earth again. 2 Come, great Redeemer, open wide The curtains of the parting sky: On a bright cloud in triumph ride, And on the wind's swift pinions fly. 3 Come, King of kings, with thy bright train, Cherubs and seraphs, heavenly hosts; Assume thy right, enlarge thy reign, As far as earth extends her coasts. 4 Come, Lord, and where thy'cross once stood, There plant thy banner, fix thy throne; Subdue the rebels by thy word, And claim the nations for thy own. CCCLXXXIII. C. M. Wantage Tune. J. STENNETT. At the Lord's Table. ORD, at thy table I behold The wonders of thy grace; But most of all admire that I 2 I that am all defil'd with sin, I that have crucified his Son, 3 What strange surprising grace is this, My Saviour takes me by the hand, 4 Eat, O my friends," the Saviour cries, For you I groan'd, and bled, and died, 5 With trembling faith and bleeding hearts, Lord, we accept thy love: "Tis a rich banquet we have had, What will it be above? 6 [Ye saints below, and hosts of heaven, 7 Had I ten thousand hearts, dear Lord. THE SEASONS OF THE YEAR. CCCLXXXIV. C. M. On the Spring. NEEDHAM. 1 THE icy chains that bound the earth Wak'd by the sun, the blooming spring 2 Where awful desolation reign'd 3 My soul, in every scene admire 4 Yet in his word, the God of grace 5 With warmest beams, thou God of grace, 1 CCCLXXXV BEHOLD! C. M. RIP. SEL. Spring. EHOLD! long wish'd-for spring is come, The trees and shrubs are dress'd in bloom, 2 Where'er we tread, the clustering flowers The birds with joint harmonious powers, But ah! in vain I strive to join, Though all is spring without. 4 O! would my Saviour from on high, 3 Lord, let thy word my hopes revive, CCCLXXXVI. C. M. GIBBON'S On a year of threatening Drought. 1 THE spring, great God, at thy command Leads forth the smiling year; Gay verdure, foliage, bloom and flower |