Where cheerful piety adores,
And meek devotion calls.
7 'Tis sweet to be with God below,
But sweeter far above;
There endless pleasures bless the sight,
And all is lost in love.
8 In every time, in every place,
With filial fear o'eraw'd,
What peerless blessedness to hold
Communion with our God.
HYMN 375.
Loving Christ, and vying with angels to praise Him. P. M.
10 THOU God of my salvation,
My Redeemer from all sin,
Moved by thy divine compassion,
Who hast died my heart to win,
I will praise thee:
Where shall I thy praise begin?
2 Though unseen, I love the Saviour;
He hath brought salvation near;
Manifests his pard'ning favour,
And within me doth appear;
Soul and body
Then his glorious image bear.
3 While the angel choirs are crying,-
Glory to the great I AM,
I with them will still be vying—
Glory! glory to the Lamb!
O how precious
Is the sound of Jesus' name!
4 Angels now are hov'ring round us,
Unperceived amid the throng,
Wond'ring at the love that found us,
Glad to join our holy song:
Hallelujah!
Love and praise to Christ belong.
Trusting and rejoicing in the almighty and constant love and care of Christ. P. M.
Y Shepherd's mighty aid,
His dear redeeming love,
His all-protecting power display'd,
I joy to prove.
Led onward by my guide,
I view the verdant scene,
Where limpid waters gently glide
Through pastures green.
2 In error's maze my soul
Shall wander now no more;
His Spirit shall, with sweet control,
The lost restore,
My willing steps shall lead
In paths of righteousness;
His power defend, his bounty feed,
His mercy bless.
3 Affliction's deepest gloom
Shall but his love display;
He will the vale of death illume
With living ray.
My failing flesh his rod
Shall thankfully adore;
My heart shall vindicate
For evermore.
4 His goodness ever nigh,
His mercy ever free,
Shall while I live, shall when I die,
Still follow me.
For ever shall my soul
His boundless blessings prove,
And while eternal ages roll,
Adore and love.
Joyfully hidden in Christ, his all in all. 6 lines 8's.
THOU hidden Source of calm repose,
THOU
Thou all-sufficient Love divine,
My help and refuge from my foes,
Secure I am while thou art mine:
And lo! from sin, and grief, and shame,
I hide me, Jesus, in thy name.
2 Thy mighty name salvation is,
And keeps my happy soul above:
Comfort it brings, and power, and peace,
And joy, and everlasting love:
To me, with thy great name, are given
Pardon, and holiness, and heaven.
3 Jesus, my all in all thou art;
My rest in toil, my ease in pain;
The med'cine of my broken heart;
In war, my peace; in loss, my gain;
My smile beneath the tyrant's frown
In shame, my glory and my crown:
4 In want, my plentiful supply;
In weakness, my almighty power;
In bonds, my perfect liberty;
My light, in Satan's darkest hour;
In grief, my joy unspeakable;
My life in death, my all in all.
HYMN 378.
L. 221. Longing for increased communion with God. 8-8's.
1 THOU Shepherd of Israel, and mine,
The joy and desire of my heart,
For closer communion I pine,-
I long to reside where thou art :
The pasture I languish to find,
Where all, who their Shepherd obey,
Are fed, on thy bosom reclined,
And screen'd from the heat of the day.
2 'Tis there, with the lambs of thy flock,
There only, I covet to rest;
To lie at the foot of the rock,
Or rise to be hid in thy breast;
'Tis there I would always abide,
And never a moment depart,-
Conceal'd in the cleft of thy side,
Eternally held in thy heart.
L. 471. Enlarged. Exhorted to rejoice in Christ, in the hope of abundant grace and glory. C. M.
LIFT up your hearts to things above,
Ye foll'wers of the Lamb,
And join with us to praise his love,
And glorify his name.
2 To Jesus' name give thanks, and sing;
His mercies never end:
Rejoice! rejoice! the Lord is king:
The King is now our Friend!
3 We, for his sake, count all things loss;
On earthly good look down,
And joyfully sustain the cross,
Till we receive the crown.
4 0 let us stir each other up,
Our faith by works t' approve,-
By holy, purifying hope,
And fruits of perfect love.
5 Let all who for the promise wait
The Holy Ghost receive,
And, raised to our unsinning state,
With God in Eden live,-
6 Live, till the Lord in glory come,
And wait his heaven to share:
He there prepares your mansion-home;
Go on: we'll meet you there.
HYMN 380.
What Faith is. C. M.
AITH is the Spirit's sweet control,
From which assurance springs;
Faith is the pencil of the soul
That pictures heavenly things;
2 Faith is the throb of Love that makes
Man rest on God alone;
Faith is the wondrous power that shakes
The Tempter on his throne;
3 Faith is the conq'ring host that storms
The battlements of Sin;
Faith is the quick'ning fire that warms
The trembling soul within;
4 Faith is the smile that plays around
The dying Christian's brow;
Faith was the light by which he found
The hope that fills him Now;
5 Faith is the eye that soon can test.
The world and all its worth;
Faith is the heart that cannot rest
On aught that clings to earth;
6 Faith gives the wings that heav'nward bear
Our humble, fervent praise;
Faith is the soul of every prayer
The weakest saint can raise;
7 Faith is the lamp that burns to guide
Our bark when tempest-driven;
Faith is the key that opens wide
The distant gates of Heaven.
8 O Rock of Ages, Fount of Bliss,
Thy needful help afford,
And let my constant prayer be this,-
"Increase my faith, O Lord."
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