4 Millions of happy spirits live
On thy exhaustless store:
From thee, they all their bliss receive,
And still thou givest more.
5 Thou art their triumph and their joy ;
They find their all in thee :
Thy glories will their tongues employ
Through all eternity.
1 MY soul, a joyful song prepare,
The Saviour's wond'rous love declare,
Praise his dear name for evermore,
The only open, heav'nly door.
2 Is Christ the Door? He brought me in,
Bless'd be his name! he saves from sin
Though loud the thund'ring law may roar,
We still find mercy at this door.
3 Is Christ the Door? let saints rejoice,
And bless him with a cheerful voice;
Loud let your grateful voices sound,
For at this door you mercy found.
4 Bless'd Door, set open by his hands,
And thanks to him, still open stands,
And none can shut it evermore,
O bless him for this open door.
5 May we, when death's dark vale is past,
Enter, by him, to heaven at last,
And there in songs, for evermore,
Exult in God, and bless this door.
508.
Christ, the First-born.
1 NOW be my heart inspired to sing
The glories of my Saviour King!
Jesus, the Lord! how heavenly fair
His form! how bright his beauties are !
2 Thy throne, O God! for ever stands
Grace is the sceptre in thy hands:
Thy laws and works are just and right,
Justice and grace are thy delight.
3 God, thine own God, has richly shed
His oil of gladness on thy head,
And with his sacred Spirit blest
His First-born Son above the rest.
4 Let endless honours crown his head!
Let every age his praises spread!
While we with cheerful songs approve,
The condescensions of his love.
1 BLESS'D Jesus, source of grace divine,
What soul-refreshing streams are thine!
O bring these healing waters nigh,
Or we must droop, and fall, and die.
2 No traveller through desert lands,
Midst scorching suns and burning sands,
More needs the cool, refreshing rain,
Or pants the current to obtain.
3 Our longing souls aloud would sing,
Spring up, celestial Fountain, spring;
To a redundant river flow,
And cheer thy Zion here below.
4 May these blest waters near my side
Through all the desert gently glide;
Then, in Immanuel's land above,
Spread to a sea of joy and love.
Christ, the Gift of God.
1 JESUS, my love, my chief delight,
For thee I long, for thee I pray,
Amid the shadows of the night,
Amid the business of the day.
2 When shall I see thy smiling face,
That face which I have often seen?
Arise, thou Sun of Righteousness!
Scatter the clouds that intervene. 3 Thou art the glorious Gift of God To sinners weary and distress'd; The first of all his gifts bestow'd, And certain pledge of all the rest.
4 When I can say, "this Gift is mine,"
I tread the world beneath my fee
No more at poverty repine,
Nor envy sinners rich and great.
5 The precious jewel I would keep,
And lodge it deep within my heart;
At home, abroad, awake, asleep,
It never should from thence depart.
511.
Christ, the Lamb of God.
1 BEHOLD the sin-atoning Lamb,
With wonder, gratitude, and love:
To take away our guilt and shame,
See him descending from above.
2 Our sins and griefs on him were laid;
He meekly bore the mighty load:
Our ransom-price he fully paid
In groans and tears, in sweat and blood.
3 To save a guilty world he dies;
Sinners, behold the bleeding Lamb!
To him lift up your longing eyes,
And hope for mercy in his name.
4 Pardon, and peace, through him abound
He can the richest blessings give;
Salvation in his name is found,
He bids the dying sinner live.
512. Christ, the Lord our Righteousness. C. M.
1 YE souls, condemned by Sinai's law,
And sunk in deep distress,
To Calv'ry look, and comfort draw
From "Christ our Righteousness."
2 This is the name by which he's known,
The name his saints confess ;
Gaze on him, humble souls, and own
"The Lord our Righteousness.
3 A title just, a pardon seal'd,
A spotless wedding-dress,
Yea, grace and glory are reveal'd
In Christ," our Righteousness."
4 0 that our faith could Jesus claim, No more should doubts depress: Fain would we triumph in this name, “The Lord our Righteousness.”’
513. Christ, the Lord our Righteousness. L.M.
1 JESUS, thy blood and righteousness,
My beauty are, my glorious dress;
'Midst flaming worlds, in these array'd,
With joy shall I lift up my head.
2 When from the dust of death I rise,
To claim my mansion in the skies;
E'en then, shall this be all my plea,
"Jesus hath liv'd, and died for me."
3 Bold shall I stand in that great day,
For who aught to my charge shall lay?
Fully absolv'd, through Christ, I am,
From sin's tremendous curse and shame.
4 This spotless robe the same appears,
When ruin'd nature sinks in years;
No age can change its glorious hue,
The robe of Christ, is ever new.
5 The dead, ere long, shall hear thy voice,
And all thy banish'd ones rejoice;
Their beauty and their glorious dress,
Jesus, THE LORD OUR RIGHTEOUSNESS.
514. Christ, the Morning Star.
1 WITH joy, ye saints, attend, and raise
Your voices in harmonious praise ;'
Bless'd Spirit! ev'ry heart prepare,
"To sing the bright, the Morning Star."
2 In glory bright the Saviour reigns,
And endless grandeur there sustains;
We view his beams, and from afar
“Hail him, the bright, the Morning Star."
3 Sweet Star! his influence is divine;
Life, peace, and joy, attending shine:
Death, hell, and sin, before him flee,
'The bright, the Morning Star is he."
4 Most glorious Star! be thou our guide,
Nor from our souls thy splendour hide;
Let nothing thy sweet beams debar,
"Thou only bright and Morning Star.”
5 Eternal Star! our songs shall rise,
When we shall meet thee in the skies ;
And in eternal anthems, there
Praise thee, the bright, the Morning Star.
Christ, the one thing needful. 1 LORD! 'tis engraven on my heart,
That thou the one thing needful art;
I could from all things parted be,
But never, never, Lord! from thee.
2 Needful thy presence, dearest Lord!
True peace and comfort to afford:
Needful thy promise, to impart
Fresh life and vigour to my heart.
3 Needful art thou, my soul can say,
Through all life's dark and thorny way;
Nor less in death thou'lt needful be,
When I yield up my soul to thee.
4 Needful art thou, to raise my dust
In shining glory with the just :
Needful, when I in heaven appear,
To crown, and to present me there.
5 Needful art thou, my Lord, my love,
To tune my golden harp above;
Needful art thou, my God, my King,
While to eternity I sing.
1 I WANT not India's pearly shore,
I want the joys of earth no more;
I want to quit each vain delight,
I want to walk with Christ in white.
2 I want to know my Saviour's love;
I want to fix my heart above :
I want more grace to conquer sin ;
I want to feel new life within.
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