4 Thine, Lord, is wisdom, thine alone: Justice and truth before thee stand: Yet nearer to thy sacred throne Mercy withholds thy lifted hand. 5 Each evening shews thy tender love, 6 To thy benign, indulgent care, 1 Father, this light, this breath we owe; PAR HYMN DLXXXII, The same. PART IV. J. WESLEY, DARENT of good, thy bounteous hand And all in air, or sea, or land, With plenteous food and gladness fills. On all who hate, or bless thy sway 4 And, when thy foes, who scorn'd thy might, Shall find thee a consuming fire, How sweet the joys, the crown how bright 5 All creatures praise the eternal name! 6 Thrice holy! thine the kingdom is, t HYMN DLXXXIII. The Refuge. C. WESLEY, (supposed.) 1 JESUS, lover of my soul, While the raging billows roll, O receive my soul at last! 2 Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee; All my trust on thee is stay'd J With the shadow of thy wing. 3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want; I am all unrighteousness: Thou art full of truth and grace. ROSCOMMON. HYMN DLXXXIV. The Creator praised. Ps. cxlviii. 1, &c. ROSCOMMON. 10 AZURE vaults! O crystal sky! The world's transparent canopy! Break your long silence, and let mortals know, O Light, thou fairest first of things, From whom all joy, all beauty springs; O praise the Almighty ruler of the globe, Who useth thee for his imperial robe. 3 Great eye of all, whose glorious ray Rules the bright empire of the day; O praise his name, without whose purer light, Thou hadst been hid in an abyss of night. 4 Ye moon and planets, who dispense, By God's command, your influence; Resign to him, as your Creator due, That homage which man's folly pays to you. 5 Ye mists and vapours, hail and snow, And ye who through the concave blow; Swift executors of his holy word, 6 Whirlwinds and tempests! praise th' Almighty Lord. Exalt, O Jacob's sacred race, The God of gods, the God of grace; Who will above the stars your empire raise, And with his glory recompense your praise. 1 THE HYMN DLXXXV. The Day of Judgment. ROSCOMMON. HE last loud trumpet's wondrous sound Shall through the rending tombs rebound, And wake the nations under ground. 2 Nature and death shall with surprise, Behold the pale offender rise, And view the Judge with conscious eyes. 3 Then shall, with universal dread, The sacred, mystic book be read, To try the living and the dead. 4 The Judge ascends his awful throne: 5 0 then! what interest shall I make, 7 Forget not what my ransom cost, HYMN DLXXXVI. For Mercy. ᏢᎪᎡᎢ II. ROSCOMMON. 1NHOU who for me didst feel such pain, Whose precious blood the cross did stain Let not those agonies be vain; |