3. But why do tears, and grief, and With grief o'erwhelm'd, I seek thy Sometimes allay our gladness, And, tho' his favour still we share, Awaken thoughts of sadness? 'Tis when to mind we call The wormwood and the gall Of our past state, as sinners lost, And what a price our ransom cost. 4. When thus we contemplate the grace, The love, and condescension Of Christ to our apostate race, Which pass all comprehension, Low at his feet we bend; Own him the sinners' friend, Determin'd to know nought beside Christ Jesus, and him crucified. 5. How pleasant is our lot, how good And blest beyond expression; For, having cleans'd us by his blood, He bears us with compassion, Applies his healing power To us each day and hour; Yea, we in him redemption have In death itself and in the grave. 6. And this our joyful theme shall be, When, call'd to see our Saviour, We join the glorious company Around his throne for ever; Then we in highest strain Shall praise the Lamb once slain, Who hath redeem'd us by his blood, (God. And made us kings and priests to Gregor. 334.* T. 218. HOW bless'd am I, most gracious Saviour, Reposing on thy sacred love! (389.) JESUS, thou hast reveal'd To me can comfort yield; To God am reconcil'd. 2. My soul, before thee bow'd, Is cheered by thy grace; Now I no more need toil and strive In search of happiness; But am assur'd that thou Hast all my sins forgiv'n, 3. Thou who didst love me first who in thy name believe, And humbly seek thy face; Lord, we are bound to thee, Since thou our souls hast gain'd, And for us by thy precious blood Eternal bliss obtain'd. 5. The merits of thy death :| Each day to us apply, And grant that to the throne of grace] We boldly may draw nigh; That mercy we may find And help in time of need; Thus shall we, by thy Spirit led, From grace to grace proceed. 6. Thy cross and saving name We freely will confess, (earth, Thy gospel spread thro' all the Make known thy righteousness; To all mankind proclaim The virtue of thy blood, And cry in 's ear, every sinner's "Behold the Lamb of God." A. Grassman. (391.) Happiness beyond compare; prove. 5. They who simply to him cleave, J. G. WOL (393.) 337. T. 590. But thou, O Lord, make every day JESUS, whose hands once pierc'd Till we behold thy pierced side, with nails Were stretch'd upon the wood, And worship at thy feet. OH, if the Lamb had not been 2. The more the Lamb of God we But since in him poor sinners find view, The more we walk in light; Of righteousness displays, A friend so faithful, true, and kind, We have a foretaste here of heaven, 3. Is there a thing that moves and A heart as hard as stone, (breaks 3. When we have fail'd and deeply That warms a heart as cold as ice; 'Tis Jesus' blood alone: This precious balm can truly cheer, choirs That we the Spirit grieved, (mourn, Around the glorious throne? blood, And wash'd their guilt away. sweat (395.) 339. J. Cennick. T. 115. 5. This, while on earth, we will Then streams of heavenly comfort, | (396.) 340. T. 594 or 184. rich, unceasing, (merits flow; WHAT peace divine, unutterable, To us from Jesus' wounds and When we with Christ our God Thus we for his appearance wait: When we shall rest with him, our No angel's tongue to express is joy will be complete. 2. Meanwhile our lot is fall'n in his praises, converse! (able, What feels a sinner free from Such bliss to enjoy in all its meanImplies, our sinful hearts to know, And, by the Holy Spirit's training, (to tread: Before the cross of Christ to bow. And in his footsteps with his flock 2. From him true heavenly life de- 3. Accept us as we are, tho' poor Within us all is born again: and needy, (grace; We hunger then for food celestial, O Lord, and sanctify us by thy We thirst for life's exhaustless That we, as vessels for thy use stream; made ready, (terrestrial, (place, And wean'd from love of things May glorify thy name in every We find in Christ our bliss suAnd care in true simplicity, As thine espoused souls, for what belongs to thee. preme. 3. Thrice happy they, who by ex(death to life; perience 4. How precious are thy thoughts, Have known this change from beloved Saviour, Thy thoughts of peace o'er us, the Who look to him with faith and (favour, patience, sum how great! Already here we in thy sight find In thy sweet nearness heaven anticipate: strife: While pilgrims in this world of His blood-bought grace and full salvation (low; And oh, what bliss awaits us there, Their solace prove, while here beWhere we with the redeem'd shall And, when complete their faith's in thy glory share. probation, 5. But since the pure in heart To see his face with joy they go. alone inherit (sweet; 341. T. 14. Those promises so precious and so From all defilement of the flesh IF Christ is mine, then all is mine, and spirit (service meet: And more than angels know; Cleanse us, and make us for thy Both present things, and things to That we ourselves to thee may And grace, and glory too. (come, yield, (of us fulfill'd. 2. If he is mine, then though he Till thy whole counsel be in each He never will forsake : (frown, 118 HAPPINESS OF CHILDREN OF GOD. His chastisements all work for 5. Yes, when this flesh and heart good, And but his love bespeak. 3. If he is mine, I need not fear The rage of earth and hell; He will support my feeble frame, shall fail, And mortal life shall cease, (399.) 343.* J. Newton. T. 97. 4. If he is mine, let friends for- MY All in all, my faithful Friend, And earthly comforts flee, (sake, Upon whose mercy I depend; He the dispenser of all good, Than aught in earth or heaven Is more than all to me. more dear; (year; My paschal Lamb from year to My Shield, my Rock, my Polarstar, my Guide, (abide. Thou art my God, and ever shalt 2. When doubts and fears 8 gloomy band, 5. If he is mine, unharm'd I pass My soul shall at the fountain live, (398.) That sav'd a wretch like me; Was blind, but now I see. 2. 'Twas grace that taught my And grace my fears reliev'd; snares, I am already come; 'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home. 4. The Lord hath promis'd good to His word my hope secures; (me, He will my shield and portion be As long as life endures. Beset my soul on every hand; Appears immers'd in darkest night, And bid me for thy service live, O grant me oft, the way to cheer, Fair Salem's towers, whose builder Lamb and light: (affright. |