Changed from glory unto glory,
Till in heaven we take our place,
Till we cast our crowns before thee,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise.
1 MARK the soft-falling snow,
And the descending rain:
To heaven, from whence it fell,
It turns not back again;
But waters earth
Thro' every pore, Her secret store.
2 Arrayed in beauteous green
The hills and valleys shine,
And man and beast are fed
By providence divine.
The harvest bows | The copious seed
Its golden ears, Of future years.
3 So, saith the God of grace,
My gospel shall descend,
Almighty to effect
The purpose I intend:
Millions of souls
Shall feel its power, 1 To millions more.
1 MARK, when tempestuous winds arise, The wild confusion and uproar,
All ocean mixing with the skies,
And wrecks are dashed upon the shore.
2 Not less confusion racks the mind,
When, by the whirl of passion tossed,
Calm reason is to rage resigned,
And peace in angry tumult lost.
3 O self-tormenting child of pride,
Anger, bred up in hate and strife;
Ten thousand ills, by thee supplied,
Mingle the cup of bitter life.
4 Happy the meek, whose gentle breast,
Clear as the summer's evening ray,
Calm as the regions of the blest,
Enjoy on earth celestial day.
5 No jars their peaceful tent invade,
No friendships lost their bosom sting;
And foes to none, of none afraid,
Where'er they go, sweet peace they bring.
6 O may a temper meek and mild,
With gentle sway our souls possess ;
Passion and pride be thence exiled,
And to be blest, still may we bless!
117. C. M. WATTS.
1 MISTAKEN souls! that dream of heaven!
And make their empty boast
Of inward joys, and sins forgiven,
While they are slaves to lust!
2 Vain are our fancies, airy flights,
If faith be cold and dead;
None but a living power unites
To Christ, the living Head.
3 "Tis faith that changes all the heart,
"Tis faith that works by love;
That bids all sinful joys depart,
And lifts the thoughts above.
4 "Tis faith that conquers earth and hell
By a celestial power;
This is the grace that shall prevail
In the decisive hour.
5 Faith must obey her Father's will,
As well as trust his grace;
A pardoning God is jealous still
For his own holiness,
118. 7s. COLLYER.
1 MORNING breaks upon the tomb!
Jesus dissipates the gloom!
Day of triumph through the skies!
See the glorious Savior rise!
2 Christians, dry your flowing tears;
Chase those unbelieving fears;
Look on his deserted grave;
Doubt no more his power to save.
3 Ye who are of death afraid,
Triumph in the scattered shade
Drive your anxious fears away;
See the place where Jesus lay!
4 So the rising sun appears,
Shedding radiance o'er the spheres ;
So returning beams of light
Chase the terrors of the night.
1 My dear Redeemer, and my Lord,
I read my duty in thy word;
But in thy life the law appears,
Drawn out in living characters.
2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal,
Such deference to thy Father's will,
Such love, and meekness so divine,
I would transcribe, and make them mine.
3 Cold mountains, and the midnight air
Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer;
The desert thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict, and thy victory too.
4 Be thou my pattern; make me bear
More of thy gracious image here ;
Then God, the Judge, shall own my name
Among the followers of the Lamb.
120. L. M. WATTS.
1 My God, how endless is thy love!
Thy gifts are every evening new;
And morning mercies, from above,
Gently distil like early dew.
2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night,
Great Guardian of my sleeping hours;
Thy sovereign word restores the light,
And quickens all my drowsy powers.
3 I yield my powers to thy command;
To thee I consecrate my days;
Perpetual blessings from thy hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise.
121. L. M.
1 My God, my King, thy various praise
Shall fill the remnant of my days;
Thy grace employ my humble tongue,
Till death and glory raise the song.
2 The wings of every hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to thine ear;
And every setting sun shall see
New works of duty done for thee.
3 Let distant times and nations raise
The long succession of thy praise;
And unborn ages make my song
The joy and labor of their tongue.
4 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds?
Thy greatness all our thought exceeds;
Vast and unsearchable thy ways!
Vast and immortal be thy praise!
1 My God, permit me not to be
A stranger to myself and thee;
Amid a thousand thoughts I rove,
Forgetful of my highest love.
2 Why should my passions mix with earth, And thus debase my heavenly birth? Why should I cleave to things below, And let my God, my Savior go?
3 Call me away from flesh and sense; One sovereign word can draw me thence: I would obey the voice divine,
And all inferior joys resign.
4 Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn: Let noise and vanity be gone:
In secret silence of the mind,
My heaven, and there my God, I find.
1 Mr God, permit my tongue
This joy, to call thee mine;
And let my early cries prevail
To taste thy love divine.
2 My thirsty fainting soul
Thy mercy does implore;
Not travelers, in desert lands,
Can pant for water more.
3 For life without thy love
No relish can afford;
No joy can be compared to this,
To serve and please the Lord. 4 Since thou hast been my help, To thee my spirit flies,
And on thy watchful providence
My cheerful hope relies.
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