Hymns and Spiritual Songs Part 5

1 What mighty man, or mighty G.o.d, Comes travelling in state, Along the Idumean road, Away from Bozrah's gate?

2 The glory of his robes proclaim 'Tis some victorious king: "'Tis I, the just, th' Almighty One, "That your salvation bring."

3 "Why, mighty Lord," thy saints enquire, "Why thine apparel red?

"And all thy vesture stain'd like those "Who in the wine-press tread?"

4 "I by myself have trod the press, "And crush'd my foes alone, "My wrath has struck the rebels dead, "My fury stamp'd them down.

5 "'Tis Edom's blood that dyes my robes "With joyful scarlet stains, "The triumph that my raiment wears "Sprung from their bleeding veins.

6 "Thus shall the nations be destroy'd "That dare insult my saints, "I have an arm t' avenge their wrongs, "An ear for their complaints."

Hymn 1:29.

The ruin of Antichrist, Isa. 63. 4-7.

1 "I lift my banners," saith the Lord, "Where Antichrist has stood, "The city of my gospel-foes "Shall be a field of blood.

2 "My heart has study'd just revenge, "And now the day appears, "The day of my redeem'd is come "To wipe away their tears.

3 "Quite weary is my patience grown, "And bids my fury go "Swift as the lightning it shall move, "And be as fatal too.

4 "I call for helpers but in vain: "Then has my gospel none?

"Well, mine own arm has might enough "To crush my foes alone.

5 "Slaughter and my devouring sword "Shall walk the streets around, "Babel shall reel beneath my stroke, "And stagger to the ground."

6 Thy honours, O victorious King!

Thine own right-hand shall raise, While we thy awful vengeance sing, And our deliverer praise.

Hymn 1:30.

Prayer for deliverance answered, Isa. 26. 8-12 20 21.

1 In thine own ways, O G.o.d of love, We wait the visits of thy grace, Our souls desire is to thy Name, And the remembrance of thy face.

2 My thoughts are searching, Lord, for thee, 'Mongst the black shades of lonesome night; My earnest cries salute the skies Before the dawn restore the light.

3 Look, how rebellious men deride The tender patience of my G.o.d; But they shall see thy lifted hand, And feel the scourges of thy rod.

4 Hark, the Eternal rends the sky, A mighty voice before him goes, A voice of music to his friends, But threatening thunder to his foes.

5 Come, children, to your Father's arms, Hide in the chambers of my grace, Till the fierce storms be overblown, And my revenging fury cease.

6 My sword shall boast its thousands slain, And drink the blood of haughty kings, While heavenly peace around my flock Stretches its soft and shady wings.

Hymn 1:31. [Supplement.]

The hidden life of a Christian, Col. 3. 3.

1 O happy soul that lives on high; While men lie grovelling here!

His hopes are fix'd above the sky, And faith forbids his fear.

2 His conscience knows no secret stings, While peace and joy combine To form a life whose holy springs Are hidden and divine.

3 He waits in secret on his G.o.d; His G.o.d in secret sees: Let earth be all in arms abroad, He dwells in heavenly peace.

4 His pleasures rise from things unseen, Beyond this world and time, Where neither eyes nor ears have been, Nor thoughts of sinners climb.

5 He wants no pomp nor royal throne To raise his figure here; Content and pleas'd to live unknown, Till Christ his life appear.

6 He looks to heaven's eternal hill To meet that glorious day: But patient waits his Saviour's will To fetch his soul away.

Hymn 1:32.

Strength from heaven, Isa. 40. 27-30.

1 Whence do our mournful thoughts arise?

And where's our courage fled?

Has restless sin and raging h.e.l.l Struck all our comforts dead?

2 Have we forgot th' almighty Name That form'd the earth and sea?

And can an all-creating arm Grow weary or decay?

3 Treasures of everlasting might In our Jehovah dwell; He gives the conquest to the weak, And treads their foes to h.e.l.l.

4 Mere mortal power shall fade and die, And youthful vigour cease; But we that wait upon the Lord Shall feel our strength increase.

5 The saints shall mount on eagles' wings And taste the promis'd bliss, Till their unwearied feet arrive Where perfect pleasure is.

Hymn 1:33. [Supplement.]

The gospel the power of G.o.d to salvation, Rom. 1. 16.

1 Cor. 1. 18 24.

1 What shall the dying sinner do That seeks relief for all his woe?

Where shall the guilty conscience find Ease for the torment of the mind?

2 How shall we get our crimes forgiven, Or form our natures fit for heaven?

Can souls all o'er defil'd with sin Make their own powers and pa.s.sions clean?

3 In vain we search, in vain we try, Till Jesus bring his gospel nigh; 'Tis there such power and glory dwell As saves rebellious souls from h.e.l.l.

4 This is the pillar of our hope That bears our fainting spirits up; We read the grace, we trust the word, And find salvation in the Lord.

5 Let men or angels dig the mines Where nature's golden treasure s.h.i.+nes, Brought near the doctrine of the cross All nature's gold appears but dross.

6 Should vile blasphemers with disdain p.r.o.nounce the truths of Jesus vain, I'll meet the scandal and the shame, And sing and triumph in his Name.