5 See a flood of sacred light, Jesus calls with him to dwell! 6 With thy heavenly presence blest, HYMN CCV. The Gospel Jubilee. Ps. lxxxix. 15. compared with Lev. xxv. and Isa. lxi. 2. 1 L Let DODDRIDGE. OUD let the tuneful trumpet sound, And spread the joyful tidings round; every soul with transport hear, And hail the Lord's accepted year. 2 Ye debtors, whom he gives to know, That you ten thousand talents owe, When humbled at his feet ye fall, Your gracious Lord forgives them all. 3 Slaves, that have borne the heavy chain Of sin and hell's tyrannic reign, To liberty assert your claim, And urge the great Redeemer's s name. 4 The rich inheritance you lost, Restor'd, improv'd, you now may boast 5 Her blest inhabitants no more 6 O happy souls that know the sound! 1 Which through eternal years shall run. HYMN CCVI. Triumphs of the Gospel. Ps. lxvi. 8. BEHOLD with pleasing ecstasy DODDRIDGE. The gospel standard lifted high, 2 Why then, Almighty Saviour, why 3 And shall he still go on to boast, 4 Awake, all conquering arm, awake, 5 Thine all-successful power display; For at thy word this barren earth 6 Swift let thy quickening Spirit breathe That breath shall bow ten thousand minds, 7 Scarce can our glowing hearts endure HYMN CCVII. The last Wars of David. 2 Sam. xxiii. 1, 8. THUS When Israel's God had rais'd his head To high imperial sway: Struck with his last poetic fire, Zion's sweet psalmist tun'd his lyre To this harmonious lay. 2 Thus dictates Israel's sacred rock: 3 So gently shines with genial ray, 4 Shall not my house this honour boast? 5 The sons of Belial shall not spring, Though wide the briars infest the ground, 6 A dreadful warrior shall appear 1 SWAIN. HYMN CCVIII. The Complaint under Darkness. SWAIN. REJOICE in God, the word commands, And fain would I obey; Yet still my spirit lingering stands, 2 How can my soul exult for joy, And how can praise my tongue employ, 3 Whence should my lips give rapture birth, Or how should notes of heavenly mirth, 4 If falling tears and rising sighs, In triumph share a part; Then, Lord, behold these streaming eyes, 5 My soul forgets to use her wings; For sin has broken all it's strings, 6 The power, the sweetness, of thy voice, Make me in Christ my Lord rejoice, |