3 When angels by transgression fell, Justice consign'd them all to hell; But mercy form'd a wondrous plan To save and honor fallen man. Jesus, who pass'd the angels by, Assum'd our flesh to bleed and die; He who redeem'd us by his blood, As man, still fills the throne of God. 5 Immanuel, our Brother now, F. Concerning the holy Angels. Is he 'fore whom the angels bow; 926.* T. 22. To God let all the human race A watchful eye, when we're asleep. 5 O Lord, we'll bless thee all our days, 927. T. 22. They join with us to praise his name, But we the nearest int'rest claim. 6 But, ah, how faint our praises rise! Sure, 'tis the wonder of the skies, That we, who share his richest love, So cold and unconcern'd should prove. 7 O glorious hour, it comes with speed, When we from sin and darkness freed, Shall see our God who dy'd for man, And praise him more than angels can! * 928.* T. 70. THE holy angels, When they to Christ draw near, Fall down before him, Their God, with holy fear, And with profound humiliation, Exceeding all our representation. 2 Heirs of salvation, Redeemed with Christ's blood, Their ministration Demands our gratitude; They'll guard us till we shall assemble, Where our joint voices shall fill the temple. T. 249, 929.* THE seraphim of God Exalt :||: their voices loud, Now let us join our hearts and With joy 'fore him they shout; tongues, And emulate the angels' songs; Their holy choirs in heav'nly blaze Sing constantly with cover'd face, Holy, Holy is God,—Holy is God, The Lord of Sabaoth ! 2 Thereto the church of Christ, 3 When Christ, once crucified, And all the world shall quake with fear, In never-ceasing lays. 931.* T. 583. THANKS to our Lord for all the [race; Wherewith his angels guard his chosen faithfulness Whene'er they ask for his supreme commands, [hands. He gives them charge to bear us in their 932. T. 166. ANGELS astonish'd view their God As Son of man to sinners giv'n; With awe they saw his streaming blood, Were struck, and silence was in heav'n; Now they with all the saints in light Worship the Lamb enthron'd above,. And praise the length, the breadth, the height, And depth of God's stupendous love. HOLY, holy, holy, XXXVIII. Of our Departure unto the Lord, and the Resurrection of the Body. my desired haven. 935.* T. 151. FAREWEL henceforth for ever, All empty worldly joys; Farewel, for Christ my Saviour Alone my thoughts employs: In heav'n's my conversation, Where the redeem'd possess In him complete salvation, The gift of God's free-grace, 2 Counsel me, dearest Jesus, According to thy heart; diseases, Heal thou all my And ev'ry harm avert: heart's recesses To see him face to face. 2 If Jesus should appear Now at this very moment, What think should fear? ye, ye No, we with deep abasement, Yet joyful, would adore The Lamb who shed his blood, And own him evermore Our Saviour, Lord and God. 3 Ah, might the time soon come, When thou, our soul's Beloved, Shalt fetch thy children home; Our inmost soul is moved, To think we shall behold Him whom by faith we know, Chief Shepherd of his fold, In whom we're one, and grow, 4 Hear thou our hearts' desire, Most gracious Lord and Saviour, Let us in peace expire, And rise to meet thy favor; 937.* T. 74. But that which flows to me 2 Thou know'st, O God, that I, 3 I shall, when time is o'er, 4 The time to time is known, LORD, my times are in thy hand, 4. By thy bitter agony, In God a Friend most kind. WHETHER the period of this life Be long or short, we know, 'Tis in itself of no great weight, We're pilgrims here below. 943. T. 166. LORD, whither can I sinner flee, When I go hence but to thy breast? For I have sought no other home, For I have found no other rest. When earthly cares engross the mind, And turn my thoughts aside from thee, Then the successive days and nights Seem long and wearisome to me. 2 My God, and can a needy child, That loves thee in humility, From thy dear presence be exil'd, Or ever separated be? O no, for in thy wounded hands By faith my name engrav'd I see; Firm and secure thy promise stands, Thatwhere thou art thy friends shall be. IN 944. T. 96. age and feebleness extreme, 2 Thrice happy they, who in this time Who shall a helpless worm redeem! In Jesus Christ believe, And as a living sacrifice To him their bodies give.* * Rom. xii. 1, Jesus, my only hope thou art, 2 Christ is risen from the dead, Thou shalt rise too, saith my Saviour; Of what should I be afraid! I with him shall live for ever. Rests in hope and expectation, 4 Closely by love's sacred bands 5 Flesh I bear, and therefore must I shall be to life produced, To the likeness of his body, 7 These mine eyes most certainly Shall behold and know my Saviour, I, no stranger, no, ev'n I, Him to see shall have the favor: Grieving, pining in that day 8 What here sickens, sighs and groans, This world's lusts, vain, transitory, Cleave to him ev'n here in love, Whom we hope to see in glory: May our minds tend constantly Where we ever wish to be. |