HYMN XX.

G L ory to God on high,
Good will to men below:
If thus the friendly angels cry,
What joy should mortals show!

Those angels free from sin,
No bloody offering need:
'Twas for the guilty sons of men
Our Saviour came to bleed.

Yet the kind heav'nly host
With shouting rend the sky,

HYMN XIX.

S I ng hallelujah to our king,
Who nobly entertains
His friends with bread of life, and wine
That flow'd from all his veins.

His body pierc'd with numerous wounds,
Did as a victim bleed;
That we might drink his sacred blood,
And on his flesh might feed.

Wormwood and gall was once his meat,
His cup with terror fill'd,
That we might taste the heav'nly sweet

HYMN XVIII.

O Lord , how shall we frame a song
To celebrate thy fame!
Our highest flights are all too low
To reach thy loftier name.

Yet should the objects of thy love
Thy praises cease to shout,
To censure such ingratitude,
The stones would soon cry out.

What was there, Lord , in sinful man
That could thy pity move,
To draw him from the gates of hell

HYMN XVII.

Wherewith shall I a sinful worm
Jehovah's holy place draw nigh?
With what oblations shall I bow
Before the throne of God most high?

Shall I burnt-offerings to him bring,
Calves taken from their tender dams?
Will God be pleas'd, if I should slay
A thousand and a thousand rams?

Shall I upon his altar pour
Rivers of oil ten thousand times;
Or my first-born an offering make,
To expiate my odious crimes?

No — — God is so incens'd by sin,
Such offerings all would be in vain;

HYMN XVI.

How sweet, how charming is the place,
With God's bright presence crown'd!
Happy his children, who his board
As olive-plants surround.

Eat of this feast, says he, my friends,
Who to my courts repair;
Come, dearest children, freely drink
The wine which I prepare.

L ORD , we accept thy bounteous treat,
With wonder, joy, and love:
O may we in thy house have place,

HYMN XV.

How many miracles of love,
What mysteries of grace
Has th' ever-blessed Jesus shown
To Adam's sinful race!

That he should humbly condescend
Our mortal flesh to wear;
Our sicknesses, our sorrows all,
And numerous sins to bear!

Was't not enough, thou holy ONE ,
To lay aside thy crown,
And, in a servant's form on earth
To wander up and down?

HYMN XIV.

When sin had brought death, with a train
Of miseries on the guilry world;
And wretched man was doom'd to be
Into eternal darkness hurl'd;

Where the tormenting worm, that gnaws
The festering conscience, ne'er expires;
Where tort'ring brimstone always feeds
The ne'er-to-be-extinguish'd fires:

When justice wav'd the flaming sword
Of vengeance o'er the sinner's head;
The son of God stept in, and stay'd
The mortal stroke, and thus he said:

Tho all the offerings men can bring

HYMN XIII.

The God of grace to human race
Does terms of peace propose;
He gives his Son, his only One,
A ransom for his foes.

Christ, to fulfil his Father's will,
Himself as freely gave,
An offering whole, body and soul,
A guilty world to save.

The Spirit divine, for this design,
Lights on him like a dove:
The sacred Three in one agree,

HYMN XII.

Gracious redeemer, how divine,
How wond'rous is thy love!
The subject of th' eternal songs
Of blessed spirits above.

Join in the sacred harmony,
Ye saints on earth below,
To praise Immanuel, from whose name
All fragrant odors flow.

He left his crown, he left his throne
By his great father's side;
Wore thorns, sustain'd a heavy cross,

HYMN XI.

Immortal praise be given,
And glory in the high'st,
To th' God of peace, who sent from heaven
His own beloved Christ:

Him a sin-offering made
For Adam's guilty sons;
Our pressing crimes upon him laid,
For which his blood atones.

Such torments he endur'd
As none e'er felt before;