Hail him, ye heirs of David's line, Whom David Lord did call: The God Incarnate, Man Divine; And crown him Lord of all. 120. An Hiding Place. WEYMOUTH NEW. HAIL, soy'reign love, that first began The scheme to rescue fallen man! Hail, matchless, free, eternal grace, That gave my soul an hiding-place! Should storms of seven-fold thunder roll, And shake the globe from pole to pole; No flaming bolt could daunt my face, For Jesus is my hiding-place. . A few more rolling suns at most, 121. Sinners and Saints in the Wreck of Nature. Is. xxiv. 18-20. WAREHAM. HOW great, how terrible that God Who shakes creation with his nod! He frowns-earth, sea, all nature's frame, Sink in one universal flame. Where now, O where shall sinners seek In vain for mercy now they cry; But saints, undaunted and serene, eyes Your Saviour lives, the worlds expire, Jesus, the helpless creature's friend, 122. Prayer for his Majesty King George, and the Royal Family. CHATHAM. LORD, thou hast bid thy people pray For all that bear the sovereign sway, . From his anointed head; Our king propitious lead. And make their councils vain; Preserve him, Providence divine, And let the long illustrious line To latest ages reign. And everlasting joys; And praise the globe employs. 123. Acceptance through Christ alone. John xiv. 6. OLD HUNDREDTH. sons of men appear, 124. Jesus wept—he died—see how a he loved us. John xi. 35. ULVERSTON. What beauty e'en in grief appears! Still his compassions are the same, 125. Self-Dedication at the Lord's ROWLES. LORD, am I thine, entirely thine? With full consent thine would I be, Thee, my new Master, now I call, 126. Submission under Affliction. AYNHOE. DOST thou my profit seek, And chasten as a friend? O God, I'll kiss the smarting rod, Dost thou through death's dark vale The future good will make amends |