2 They praise the Lamb who once was slain ;
But we can add a higher strain,
Not only say " He suffer d thus,
But that " He suffer d all for us."
3 When angels by transgression fell,
Justice consign d them all to hell ;
But mercy form d a wondrous plan,
To save and honour fallen man.
4 Jesus, who pass d the angels by,
Assumed our flesh to bleed and die ;
And still he makes it his abode
As man he fills the throne of God.
5 Our next of kin, our Brother now,
Is he to whom the angels bow ;
They join with us to praise his name,
But we the nearest int rest claim.
6 But ah! how faint our praises rise !
Sure, tis the wonder of the skies,
That we, who share his richest love,
So cold and unconcern d should prove.
7 Oh glorious hour ! it comes with speed,
When we from sin and darkness freed,
Shall see the God who died for man,
And praise him more than angels can.
40.
Saturday Evening.
1 SAFELY through another week
God has brought us on our way ;
Let us now a blessing seek
On th approaching Sabbath-day : ,
Day of all the week the best,
Emblem of eternal rest.
2 Mercies multiplied each hour
Through the week our praise demand ;
Guarded by Almighty power,
Fed and guided by his hand.
Though ungrateful we have been,
Only made returns of sin.
