1. COME, ye that love the Saviour's name,
And joy to make it known;
The Sovereign of your hearts proclaim,
And bow before his throne.

2. Behold your King, your Saviour, crowned With glories all divine;

And tell the wondering nations round,
How bright those glories shine.

3. When in his earthly courts we view
The beauties of our King,
We long to love as angels do,

And with their voice to sing.

4. O for the day-the glorious day!
When heaven and earth shall raise,
With all their powers the raptured lay,
To celebrate thy praise.

1. EARTH has engrossed my love too long! "Tis time I lift mine eyes

Upward, dear Father, to thy throne,
And to my native skies.

2. There the blessed man, my Saviour sits:
The God! how bright he shines!
And scatters infinite delights

On all the happy minds.

3. Seraphs, with elevated strains,
Circle the throne around;

And move and charm the starry plains,
With an immortal sound.

4. Jesus, the Lord, their harps employs;
Jesus, thy love they sing!
Jesus, the life of all our joys,

Sounds sweet from every string.

5. Now let me mount and join their song,
And be an angel too;

My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue,―
Here's joyful work for you.

6. I would begin the music here,
And so my soul should rise:

O for some heavenly notes to bear
My passions to the skies!

7. There ye that love my Saviour sit,
There I would fain have place,
Among your thrones, or at your feet,
So I might see his face.

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1. THY righteousness, O God, is high,

Unsearchable thy deeds;

Thy glory spreads beyond the sky,
And all my praise exceeds.

2. Oft have I heard thy threatenings roar, And oft endured the grief;

But when thy hand hath pressed me sore,
Thy grace was my relief.

3. By long experience have I known
Thy sovereign power to save;
At thy command I venture down
Securely to the grave.

4. When I lie buried deep in dust,

My flesh shall be thy care;

These withering limbs with thee I trust,
To raise them strong and fair.

How would I choose to dwell
In some wide, lonesome wilderness,
And leave these gates of hell!

4. Peace is the blessing that I seek;
How lovely are its charms!
I am for peace; but when I speak,
They all declare for arms.

5. New passions still their souls engage,
And keep their malice strong;
What shall be done to curb thy rage,
O thou devouring tongue?

6. Should burning arrows smite thee through Strict justice would approve;

But I would rather spare my foe,
And melt his heart with love.

1. THOU God of love, thou ever blest,

Pity my suffering state;
When wilt thou set my soul at rest
From lips that love deceit ?

2. Hard lot of mine! my days are cast Among the sons of strife,

Whose never-ceasing brawlings waste
My golden hours of life.

1. LORD, what a wretched land is this,
That yields us no supply,

No cheering fruits, no wholesome trees,
Nor streams of living joy!

2. Yet the dear path to thine abode
Lies through this weary land;

Lord! we would keep that heavenly road, And run at thy command.

3. Our journey is a thorny maze,

But we march upward still;
Forget these troubles of the ways,
And reach at Zion's hill.

4. See the kind angels at the gates,
Inviting us to come!

There Jesus, the forerunner, waits,
To welcome travelers home!

5. There, on the hills of life and peace,
Our raptured souls shall dwell,
Our toils recount, our Saviour bless,
And all his triumphs tell.

6. Eternal glory to the King,

That brought us safely through; Our tongues shall never cease to sing, And endless praise renew.

1. How oft, alas! this wretched heart Has wandered from the Lord; How oft my roving thoughts depart, Forgetful of his word!

2. Yet sovereign mercy calls,-Return: Dear Lord, and may I come? My vile ingratitude I mourn,

O take the wanderer home.

8. And canst thou, wilt thou, yet forgive,
And bid my crimes remove?
And shall a pardoned rebel live
To speak thy wondrous love?

4. Almighty grace, thy healing power
How glorious, how divine!

That can to life and bliss restore

So vile a heart as mine.

5. Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet, Dear Saviour, I adore;

O keep me at thy sacred feet,

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And let me rove no more.

1. BENEATH Our feet and o'er our head

Is equal warning given:

Beneath us lie the countless dead,
Above us is the heaven!

2. Death rides on every passing breeze,
And lurks in every flower;
Each season has its own disease,
Its peril every hour!

3. Our eyes have seen the rosy light
Of youth's soft cheek decay,
And fate descend in sudden night
On manhood's middle day.

4. Our eyes have seen the steps of age
Halt feebly to the tomb;

And yet shall earth our hearts engage,
And dreams of days to come?

5. Turn, mortal, turn! thy danger know: Where'er thy foot can tread,

The earth rings hollow from below,
And warns thee of her dead!

6. Turn, mortal, turn! thy soul apply
To truths divinely given:
The dead who underneath thee lie,
Shall live for hell or heaven!

3. We strive, but all our efforts fail
To trace that upward flight;
No eye can pierce within the vail,
Which hides the world of light.

4. Yet though we see them not-we know Saints are supremely blest;

Are freed from sin, and care, and woe,
And with their Saviour rest.

5. On harps of gold his name they praise,
His face they always view;-
And if we here their footsteps trace,
There we shall praise him too.

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The aged Christian's Hope. [Ps. 71. i.

1. GoD of my life, look gently down,
Behold the pains I feel;
But I am dumb before thy throne,
Nor dare dispute thy will.

2. Diseases are thy servants, Lord,-
They come at thy command;
I'll not attempt a murmuring word
Against thy chastening hand.

3. Yet I may plead with humble cries,
Remove my sharp rebukes:
My strength consumes, my spirit dies,
Through thy repeated strokes.

4. Crushed as a moth beneath thy hand, We moulder to the dust:

Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand,
And all our beauty's lost.

5. I'm but a stranger here below,
As all my fathers were;
May I be well prepared to go,
When I the summons hear.

6. But if my life be spared awhile,
Before my last remove,

Thy praise shall be my business still,
And I'll declare thy love.

1. My God, my everlasting hope,
I live upon thy truth;

Thy hands have held my childhood up,
And strengthened all my youth.

2. [My flesh was fashioned by thy power,
With all these limbs of mine;
And from my mother's painful hour
I've been entirely thine.]

3. Still has my life new wonders seen Repeated every year;

Behold my days that yet remain,
I trust them to thy care.

4. Cast me not off when strength deelines,
When hoary hairs arise;
And round me let thy glory shine,
Whene'er thy servant dies.

5. Then in the history of my age,
When men review my days,
They'll read thy love in every page,
In every line thy praise.