5 Those soft, those blessed feet of his That once rude iron tore, High on a throne of light they stand, And all the saints adore. 6 His head, the dear majestic head That cruel thorns did wound, See what immortal glories shine, And circle it around. 7 This is the Man, th' exalted Man, Whom we unseen adore; But when our eyes behold his face, Our hearts shall love him more. 8 [Lord, how our souls are all on fire To see thy bless'd abode, Our tongues rejoice in tunes of praise To our incarnate God. 9 And whilst our faith enjoys this sight, We long to leave our clay, And wish thy fiery chariots, Lord, To fetch our souls away.] Hymn 2:92 The church saved, and her enemies disappointed. Composed the 5th of November, 1694. 1 Shout to the Lord, and let our joys Thro' the whole nation run; Ye British skies, resound the noise Beyond the rising sun. 2 Thee, mighty God, our souls admire, Thee our glad voices sing, And join with the celestial choir To praise th' eternal King. 3 Thy power the whole creation rules, And on the starry skies Sits smiling at the weak designs Thine envious foes devise. 4 Thy scorn derides their feeble rage, And with an awful frown Flings vast confusion on their plots, And shakes their Babel down. 5 [Their secret fires in caverns lay, And we the sacrifice: But gloomy caverns strove in vain To 'scape all-searching eyes. 6 Their dark designs were all reveal'd, Their treasons all betray'd: Praise to the God that broke the snare Their cursed hands had laid.] 7 In vain the busy sons of hell Still new rebellions try, Their souls shall pine with envious rage, And vex away and die. 8 Almighty grace defends our land From their malicious power, Let Britain with united songs Almighty grace adore. Hymn 2:93. God all, and in all, Psalm 73. 25. 1 My God, my life, my love, To thee, to thee I call, I cannot live if thou remove, For thou art all in all. 2 [Thy shining grace can cheer, This dungeon where I dwell; 'Tis paradise when thou art here; If thou depart, 'tis hell.] 3 [The smilings of thy face, How amiable they are! 'Tis heaven to rest in thine embrace, And no where else but there.] 4 [To thee, and thee alone, The angels owe their bliss; They sit around thy gracious throne, And dwell where Jesus is.] 5 [Not all the harps above Can make a heavenly place, If God his residence remove, Or but conceal his face.] 6 Nor earth nor all the sky Can one delight afford; No not a drop of real joy, Without thy presence, Lord. 7 Thou art the sea of love, Where all my pleasures roll, The circle where my passions move, And centre of my soul. 8 [To thee my spirits fly With infinite desire; And yet how far from thee I lie! Dear Jesus, raise me higher!] Hymn 2:94. God my only happiness, Psalm 73. 25. 1 My God, my portion, and my love, My everlasting all, I've none but thee in heaven above, Or on this earthly ball.