143 L.M. Bramcoate 8. New Sabbath 122. 1 Christ's Resurrection, a Pledge of ours. THEN I the holy grave survey, WH Where once my Saviour deign'd to lie; I see fulfill'd what prophets say, And all the power of death defy. 2 This empty tomb shall now proclaim 144 C. M. New York 33. Crowle 3. Comfort to such who seek a risen Jesus, Matt. xxviii. 5, 6. 1 YE VE humble souls that seek the Lord, And bow with pleasure down to see 2 Thus low the Lord of life was brought; Thus cold in death that bosom lay you. 3 A moment give a loose to grief, Let grateful sorrows rise; - And wash the bloody stains away 4 Then dry your tears, and tune your songs, The Saviour lives again; Not all the bolts and bars of death 5 High o'er th' angelic bands he rears And, thro' unnumber'd years, he reigns 6 With joy like his shall every saint Then rise, with his ascending Lord, DR. DODDRIDGE. 145 L. M. Cheshunt New 160. Coombs's 45. 1 Christ's Ascension, Psalm xxiv. 7. OUR UR Lord is risen from the dead; 4 Who is the King of Glory, who? Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! WESLEY'S COLLECTION. 146 (1st P.) 148th. Darwell's 82. 1 Jesus seen of Angels, 1 Tim. iii. 16. OH ye immortal throng Of angels round the throne, Join with our feeble song To make the Saviour known : On earth His wondrous grace; In Heaven ye view. 2 Ye saw the heaven-born child Benevolent, and mild, While in the manger laid; 3 Ye, in the wilderness, Before his frown. 4 Around the bloody tree Ye press'd, with strong desire, And, could your eyes 5 Around his sacred tomb Your rising Lord, 7 The warbling notes pursue, Perform thy part, DR. DODDRIDGE. 146 (2d P.) C. M. America 265. Abridge 201. Jesus seen of Angels, 1 Tim. iii. 16. T 1 BEYOND the glittering starry skies, Far as th' eternal hills, There in the boundless worlds of light Our dear Redeemer dwells. 2 Immortal angels, bright and fair, In countless armies shine! 1 Before him in transported lays 3 "Hail! PRINCE," they cry, "for ever hail, Mov'd thee to quit those glorious realms, 4 And whilst he stoop'd on earth to dwell, 5 In all his toils and dang'rous paths Oft paus'd, and wonder'd how at last 1 6 [And when the powers of hell combin'd Their pitying eyes beheld his tears 7 As on the torturing tree he hung, 8 Anon he burst the gates of death, This Hymn, nearly as it has often appeared in print, was composed, one part of it by the Rev. James Fanch, of Romsey, and Pastor of the Baptist Church at Lockerley; and the other part by his bosom friend, the Rev. Daniel Turner, of Abingdon: it was a production, of their early days. From the latter I received it some years before his decease, much enlarged-it is here given in an abridged form. Let this page, if it were possible, say how much I owe to his paternal friendship and superior talents, even to the last, when he had honourably lived, and successfully laboured, for Christ, more than eighty years. |