5 Come holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers; Come shed abroad a Saviour's love, And that shall kindle ours. Hymn 2:35. Praise to God for creation and redemption. 1 Let them neglect thy glory, Lord, Who never knew thy grace, But our loud songs shall still record The wonders of thy praise. 2 We raise our shouts, O God, to thee, And send them to thy throne, All glory to th' united Three, The undivided One. 3 'Twas he (and we'll adore his Name) That form'd us by a word, 'Tis he restores our ruin'd frame; Salvation to the Lord. 4 Hosanna! let the earth and skies Repeat the joyful sound, Rocks, hills, and vales, reflect the voice In one eternal round. Hymn 2:36. Christ's intercession. 1 Well, the Redeemer's gone T' appear before our God, To sprinkle o'er the flaming throne With his atoning blood. 2 No fiery vengeance now, Nor burning wrath comes down; If justice call for sinners' blood, The Saviour shews his own. 3 Before his Father's eye Our humble suit he moves, The Father lays his thunder by, And looks, and smiles, and loves. 4 Now may our joyful tongues Our Maker's honour sing, Jesus the priest receives our songs, And bears them to the King. 5 [We bow before his face, And sound his glories high, "Hosanna to the God of grace "That lays his thunder by.] 6 "On earth thy mercy reigns, "And triumphs all above;" But, Lord how weak are mortal strains To speak immortal love! 7 [How jarring and how low Are all the notes we sing! Sweet Saviour, tune our songs anew, And they shall please the King.] Hymn 2:37. The same. 1 Lift up your eyes to th' heavenly seats Where your Redeemer stays; Kind intercessor, there he sits, And loves, and pleads, and prays. 2 'Twas well, my soul he dy'd for thee, And shed his vital blood, Appeas'd stern justice on the tree, And then arose to God. 3 Petitions now and praise may rise, And saints their offerings bring, The priest with his own sacrifice Presents them to the King. 4 [Let Papists trust what names they please, Their saints and angels boast; We've no such advocates as these, Nor pray to th' heavenly host.] 6 Jesus alone shall bear my cries Up to his Father's throne, He, dearest Lord! perfumes my sighs, And sweetens every groan. 6 [Ten thousand praises to the King, Hosanna in the highest; Ten thousand thanks our spirits bring To God and to his Christ.] Hymn 2:38. Love to God. 1 Happy the heart where graces reign, Where love inspires the breast; Love is the brightest of the train, And strengthens all the rest. 9 Knowledge, alas! 'Tis all in vain, And all in vain our fear, Our stubborn sins will fight and reign If love be absent there. 3 'Tis love that makes our cheerful feet In swift obedience move, The devils know and tremble too, But Satan cannot love. 4 This is the grace that lives and sings When faith and hope shall cease, 'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings In the sweet realms of bliss.