3 Wide it unvails the heavenly world, Where endless pleasures reign; It bids us seek our portion there, Nor bids us seek in vain.
4 Faith shows the promises, all sealed With our Redeemer's blood; It helps our feeble hope to rest Upon a faithful God.
5 There, still unshaken, would we rest, Till this frail body dies;
And then, on faith's triumphant wing, To endless glory rise.
Trusting in Christ for Pardon.
1 O THOU that hear'st the prayer of faith, Wilt thou not save a soul from death, That casts itself on thee?
I have no refuge of my own, But fly to what my Lord hath done And suffered once for me.
2 Slain in the guilty sinner's stead, His spotless righteousness I plead, And his availing blood:
That righteousness my robe shall be, That merit shall atone for me,
And bring me near to God.
3 Then save me from eternal death, The spirit of adoption breathe, His consolations send:
By him some word of life impart, And sweetly whisper to my heart, 'Thy Maker is thy friend.'
mf 4 The king of terrors then would be A welcome messenger to me,
To bid me come away: Unclogged by earth, or earthly things, I'd mount, I'd fly, with eager wings, To everlasting day.
1 HERE, at thy cross, my gracious Lord, I lay my soul beneath thy love; Oh, cleanse me with atoning blood, Nor let me from thy feet remove.
2 Should worlds conspire to drive me hence, Unmoved and firm this heart should he : Resolved-for that's my last defence- If I must perish, here to die.
3 But speak, O Lord, and calm my fear; Am I not safe beneath thy shade? Thy vengeance will not strike me here, Nor Satan dare my soul invade.
4 Yes-I'm secure beneath thy blood, And all my foes shall lose their aim; Hosanna to my Saviour God,
And loudest praises to his name.
1 HAPPY the heart, where graces reign, Where love inspires the breast: Love is the brightest of the train, And strengthens all the rest.
2 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 This is the grace that lives and sings, When faith and hope shall cease; 'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings In realms of endless peace..
Uxbridge. 1 HAD I the tongues of Greeks and Jews And nobler speech than angels use, If love be absent, I am found Like tinkling brass-an empty sound. 2 Were I inspired to preach and tell All that is done in heaven or hell; Or could my faith the world remove, Still I am nothing without love. 3 Should I distribute all my store To feed the hungry-clothe the poor; Or give my body to the flame, To gain a martyr's glorious name- 4 If love to God, and love to men Be absent, all my hopes are vain : Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal, The work of love can e'er fulfil.
God the Portion of the Soul.
1 MY God! the spring of all my joys, The life of my delights, The glory of my brightest days, And comfort of my nights!-
2 In darkest shades, if thou appear, My dawning is begun;
Thou art my soul's bright morning star, And thou my rising sun.
3 The opening heavens around me shine With beams of sacred bliss,
While Jesus shows his mercy mine, And whispers, I am his!
4 My soul would leave this heavy clay At that transporting word, And run with joy the shining way To meet my dearest Lord.
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 Nor earth-nor all the sky Can one delight afford, No-not a drop of real joy, Without thy presence, Lord.
f 3 Thou art the sea of love,
Where all my pleasures roll; The circle, where my passions move, And centre of my soul.
1 MY God--my portion-and my love, My everlasting all,
I've none but thee in heaven above, Or on this earthly ball.
2 How vain a toy is glittering wealth, If once compared to thee!
Or what's my safety or my health, Or all my friends to me!
3 Were I possessor of the earth, And called the stars my own,
Without thy graces-and thyself, I were a wretch undone.
4 Let others stretch their arms like seas, And grasp in all the shore:
Grant me the visits of thy grace, And I desire no more.
1 ETERNAL Source of joys divine, To thee my soul aspires;
Oh! could I say, 'The Lord is mine!' 'Tis all my soul desires.
2 My hope, my trust, my life, my Lord, Assure me of thy love;
Oh! speak the kind, transporting word, And bid my fears remove.-
3 Then shall my thankful powers rejoice, And triumph in my God:
Till heavenly rapture tune my voice To spread thy praise abroad.
True Happiness to be found only in God.
1 IN vain I trace creation o'er, In search of solid rest;
The whole creation is too poor, To make me truly blest.
2 Let earth and all her charms depart, Unworthy of the mind;
In God alone this restless heart Enduring bliss can find.
3 Thy favor, Lord, is all I want; Here would my spirit rest:
Oh! seal the rich, the boundless grant, And make me fully blest.
1 THOU only Sovereign of my heart, My refuge, my almighty friend- And can my soul from thee depart, On whom alone my hopes depend? 2 Whither-ah! whither shall I go, A wretched wanderer from my Lord? Can this dark world of sin and wo One glimpse of happiness afford?
3 Eternal life thy words impart; On these my fainting spirit lives: Here, sweeter comforts cheer my heart, Than all the round of nature gives. 4 Let earth's alluring joys combine,
While thou art near, in vain they call; One smile-one blissful smile of thine, My dearest Lord! outweighs them all. 5 Thy name my inmost powers adore; Thou art my life-my joy-my care: Depart from thee?-'tis death-'tis more- "Tis endless ruin-deep despair!
6 Low at thy feet my soul would lie; Here safety dwells-and peace divine Still let me live beneath thine eye,
For life-eternal life is thine.
C. M. Judea. Grafton. Dedham.
1 WHAT though no flowers the fig-tree Though vines their fruit deny, The labor of the olive fail,
And fields no meat supply ;
2 Though from the fold, with sad surprise, My flock cut off I see;
Though famine reign in empty stalls, Where herds were wont to be:-
3 Yet in the Lord will I be glad, And glory in his love;
In him I'll joy, who will the God Of my salvation prove.
4 God is the treasure of my soul, The source of lasting joy;
A joy-which want shall not impair, Nor death itself destroy.
1 BEHOLD! what wondrous grace The Father has bestowed On sinners of a mortal race, To call them sons of God!
2 "Tis no surprising thing,
That we should be unknown;
The Jewish world knew not their King, God's everlasting Son.
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