How wonderful, how vast, his love!
Who left the shining realms above,

Those happy seats of rest!

How much for human kind he bore,
Their peace and pardon to restore,
Can never be express'd.

O! then, let Heav'n and Earth rejoice;
Let ev'ry creature join his voice,
To hail the happy day;

When Satan's empire vanquish'd fell,
And all the pow'rs of death and hell
Confess'd his sovʼreign sway.

SECTION 27.

Hymn on the resurrection of Christ.

THIS day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in ev'ry heart,
And praise on ev'ry tongue.

Ten thousand diff'ring lips shall join,

To hail this welcome morn;
Which scatters blessings from its wings,
To nations yet unborn.

JESUS, the friend of human kind,
With strong compassion mov'd,
Descended from the realms above,
To save the souls he lov'd.

The pow'rs of darkness leagu'd in vain,
To bind his soul in death;

He shook their kingdom when he fell,
With his expiring breath.

And now his conqu'ring chariot wheels Ascend the lofty skies;

While brok'n, beneath his pow'rful cross,

Death's iron sceptre lies.

Exalted high, to God's right hand,

The Lord of all below;

Through him is pard'ning love dispens'd, And boundless blessings flow.

And still, for erring, guilty man,
A brother's pity flows;

And still his bleeding heart is touch'd
With mem'ry of our woes.

To thee, my Saviour and my King!
Glad homage let me give;
And stand prepar'd like thee to die,
With thee that I may live.

SECTION 28.

The Christian's hope.

WHEN rising from the bed of death,
O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,

I see my Maker, face to face,
O, how shall I appear?

If yet while pardon may be found,

And mercy may be sought,

My heart with inward horror shrinks,

And trembles at the thought:

When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclos'd,

In majesty severe,

And sit in judgment on my soul,
O, how shall I appear?

But thou hast told the troubled soul,
Who does her sins lament,
The timely tribute of her tears

Shall endless wo prevent.

Then see the sorrows of my heart,

Ere yet it be too late:

And hear my Saviour's dying groans,
To give these sorrows weight.

For never shall my soul despair,
Her pardon to procure,

Who knows thy only Son has died,
To make her pardon sure..

SECTION 29.

The way to happiness.

No more in paths of error stray:
The Lord your Jesus is the way,
The spring of happiness; and where
Should men seek happiness but there ?
Then run to meet him at your need;
Run with boldness, run with speed:
For he forsook his own abode,

To meet you more than half the road.
He laid aside his radiant crown;

And love for mankind brought him down,
To thirst and hunger, pain and wo,
To wounds, to death itself below:

And he, that suffer'd these alone
For all the world, despises none.
To bid the soul that's sick, be clean;
To bring the lost to life again;
To comfort those that grieve for ill;
Is his peculiar goodness still.

Ah! happy they, who at thy call,
Leaving pleasures, leaving all,

With heart, with soul, with strength incline,
O holy Jesus! to be thine;

Who know thy will; observe thy ways;
And in thy service, spend their days;
E'en death, that seems to set them free,
But brings them closer still to thee!

SECTION 30.

Addresses to the Deity.

1. On the wonders of creation,

THESE are thy glorious works, Parent of good,
Almighty! thine this universal frame,

Thus wond'rous fair; thyself how wond'rous then!
Unspeakable! who sitt'st above these heav'ns,

To us invisible, or dimly seen,

In these thy lowest works; yet these declare
Thy pow'r Divine, and goodness beyond thought!

2. For Divine assistance,

Father of light and life! THOU GOOD SUPREME!
O teach me what is good! teach me THYSELF!
Save me from folly, vanity, and vice;

From ev'ry low pursuit! and feed my soul

With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure; Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss!

3. Confidence in God.

Author of good! to thee I turn:
Thy ever-wakeful eye

Alone can all my wants discern ;
Thy hand alone supply.

O let thy fear within me dwell;
Thy love my footsteps guide :
That love shall all vain loves expel;
That fear, all fears beside.

Not to my wish, but to my want,
Do thou thy gifts apply:

Unask'd, what good thou knowest, grant ;
What ill, though ask'd, deny.

4. For spiritual and temporal blessings. Save me, O Lord, from foolish pride, Or impious discontent,

At aught thy wisdom has denied,
Or aught thy goodness lent.

Teach me to feel another's wo;
To hide the faults I see:
That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me.

Mean though I am, not wholly so,
Since quicken'd by thy breath;

O lead me wheresoe'er I

go,

Through this day's life or death.

This day, be bread and peace my lot:

But all beneath the sun,

Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not;

And let thy will be done!