Cut off and lost their last faint hope 2 Open their graves, and bring The outcasts forth, to own Thou art the Lord, their God and King, Their true anointed One: To save the race forlorn And show the world a nation born, 324. The field of the world. I HIGH on his everlasting throne 2 His eye the world at once looks through, Mountains and vales in ghastly show, 3 See where the servants of their God, For Jesus day and night employ'd, His husbandry they toil to clear. The love of Christ their hearts constrains, And strengthens their unwearied hands; They spend their blood, and sweat, and pains, To cultivate Emmanuel's lands. 4 Alarm'd at their successful toil, Satan and his wild spirits rage, They labour to tear up and spoil 7 Jesus their work delighted sees, 8 O multiply thy sowers' seed, And fruit we every hour shall bear; Shall know the greatness of thy power, THE CHRISTIAN PSALMIST. PART IV. MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS. 325. The strife between sin and grace. 1 LONG I strove my God to love, Glorious offering! precious blood! 3 He was offer'd on the tree, Jesus the unspotted Lamb; |