4 Come, blessed Lord, and sweetly smile,
And keep us ever free from guile;
May we possess a frame of mind,
Artless, and meek, and all resign'd.

793.

1

2

3

True Humility.

UNTO thine altar, LORD,

A broken heart I bring;

And wilt thou graciously accept
Of such a worthless thing?

TO CHRIST, the bleeding Lamb,
My faith directs her eyes;

BURNHAM.

Thou may'st reject my worthless heart,
But not his sacrifice.

When he gave up the ghost,

The law was satisfied;

And now to its most rigorous claims,
I answer, "JESUS died."

794.

The World crucified.

1 LET worldly minds the world pursue,

What are its charms to me!

Once I admired its trifles too,
But grace has set me free.

2 Its pleasures now no longer please,
No more delight afford :

Far from my heart be joys like these,
Now I have known the Lord.

3 As by the light of op'ning day,
The stars are all conceal'd;
So earthly pleasures fade away
When Jesus is reveal'd.

4 Dear Lord, I would be thine alone,
And wholly live to thee:

But, may I hope that thou wilt own
A worthless worm like me?

5 Yes, though of sinners I'm the worst,
I cannot doubt thy will;

For if thou hadst not lov'd me first,
I had refused thee still.

S. M.

C. M.

NEWTON.

795.

1

FAR

from our thoughts, vain world, be gone, Let our religious hours alone:

Our eyes would here our Saviour see!
We wait a visit, Lord, from thee.

2 0 warm our hearts with holy fire !
And kindle there a pure desire;
Come, dearest Jesus, from above,
And feed our souls with heavenly love.
3 Haste then, and with a smiling face,
Come, spread the table of thy grace:
Bring down a taste of joys divine,
And cheer our hearts with sacred wine.
4 Blest Jesus, what delicious fare!
How rich thine entertainments are!
Never did angels taste above
Redeeming grace, and dying love!
5 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine !
In thee thy Father's glories shine :
Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest One,
That eyes have seen, or angels known.

796.

Joy in God.

WATTS.

L. M.

1 LORD, what a heaven of wond'rous grace
Shines through the beauties of thy face;

Our spirits now with love inflame!
While we adore thy saving name!

2 When I can feel thy glories shine,
And sweetly say, "my God is mine;”
I tread the world beneath my feet,
And all that earth calls good or great.
3 While such a scene of sacred joys
Our raptur'd eyes and souls employs,
Here we could sit, and gaze away
A long, an everlasting day.

4 Well, we shall quickly pass the night,
To the fair coasts of perfect light;
Then shall our joyful senses rove
O'er the dear object of our love.

5 Send comforts down from thy right hand, While we pass through this barren land; And in thy temple let us see

A glimpse of love, a glimpse of thee.

797.

Joy inexpressible.

WATTS.

1 COME, dearest Lord, descend, and dwell,
By faith and love in every breast;
Then shall we know, and taste, and feel
The joys that cannot be express'd.

2 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength,
Make our enlarged souls possess

L. M.

The height, and depth, and length, and breadth, Of thine unmeasurable grace.

3 Now to the God, whose power can do

More than our thoughts or wishes know,
Be everlasting honours done

By all the Church, through Christ, his Son.

798. Joy in the prospect of Heaven. 1 THE God that rules on high,

And thunders when he please,

That rides upon the stormy sky,
And manages the seas;

WATTS.

S. M.

2

This glorious God is ours,

Our Father and our love,

He shall send down his heavenly powers
To carry us above.

And never, never sin;

There from the rivers of his grace

Drink endless pleasures in.

To that immortal state,

The thoughts of such amazing bliss
Should constant joys create.

WATTS.

799.

Shouting for Joy.

1 COME, all ye saints of God,

Your grateful tongues employ ; Sing of a Saviour's pard'ning blood, And shout aloud for joy.

2 Once were ye sunk in earth,

3

But now ye dwell on high, Partakers of a glorious birth, Then shout aloud for joy.

Though evils still arise,

And many fears annoy,

Up to the Saviour lift your eyes,

S. M.

And shout aloud for joy.

4

View the eternal crown,

The pow'rs of hell defy;

Keep in full view the Saviour's throne,

And shout aloud for joy.

5 Soon shall his tender hand,

Wipe every weeping eye;

Soon shall we enter Canaan's land,

And shout aloud for joy.

800.

1

Spiritual Joys.

COME, ye that love the Lord, And let your joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne.

2 The sorrows of the mind

3

4

Be banished from the place!
Religion never was design'd
To make our pleasures less.
Let those refuse to sing
Who never knew our God,
But fav'rites of the heavenly King
Should speak their joys abroad.
The men of grace have found
Glory begun below,

Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope do grow.

BURNHAN.

S. M.

5

6

The hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets,

Before we reach the heav'nly fields,

Or walk the golden streets.

Then let our songs abound,

And every tear be dry;

We're marching through Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high.

1 JOY is a fruit that will not grow

In nature's barren soil;

All we can boast, till Christ we know,
Is vanity and toil.

2 But where the Lord has planted grace,
And made his glories known,—
There fruits of heavenly joy and

peace

Are found, and there alone.
3 A bleeding Saviour seen by faith-
A sense of pardoning love-
A hope that triumphs over death,
Give joys like those above.

4 To take a glimpse within the vail-
To know that God is mine,
Are springs of joy that never fail,
Unspeakably divine!

5 These are the joys that satisfy
And sanctify the mind;

Which make the spirit mount on high,
And leave the world behind.

6 No more, believers, mourn your lot,
But since ye are the Lord's,
Resign to them that know him not,
Such joys as earth affords.

WATTS.

C. M.

NEWTON.

SCRIPTURE WARNINGS AND PROMISES.

802.

Belshazzar.

1 PRESUMPTUOUS sinners little think
With whom they have to do;

But stand securely on the brink
Of everlasting woe.

C. M.