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Lord, when my raptured thought surveys Although no flowers the fig-tree bear,
Creation's beauties o'er, All nature joins to teach thy praise, And o soul adore.
Where’er I turn my gazing eyes,
Ten thousand pleasing wonders rise,
The livin ibes of countless forms
The meanest flies, the smallest worms,
Alfrose to life at thy command,
From thy paternal, bounteous hand,
And vines their fruit deny;
The labor of the olive fail,
And fields no meat supply.
Though from the fold, in sad surprise, My flock cut off I see;
Though famine reign in empty stalls, Where herds were wont to be:
Yet in the Lord will I be glad,
In him I'll joy, who will the God
He is the treasure of my soul,
A joy, which want shall not impair,
58 45. GROSH. C. M. songs of zion.
# | 1. How sweet the name of Jesus sounds, a believer's ear;
soothes his sorrow, heals his wounds, And drives away
Come, holy Spirit, heavenly move,
- With all thy quickening powers,
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
Come, holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
In these cold hearts of ours, Look, how we grovel here below, The coldness we deplore sh;
Fond of these trifling toys; In heaven's redeeming Our souls can neither fly nor go And holiness and grace
To reach eternal joys. In each renewed des
GROSHI. 59 HYMN 162. HYMN 164. Joined in a union firm and strong, Hail, sweetest, dearest tie that binds No foe our ranks can break; Our glowing hearts in one; To victory we press along, Hail, sacred hope, that tunes our minds, And glorious warsare make. To sing what God hath done. Darkness recedes, and sin shall die, It is the hope, the blissful hope, Before our banners spread; Which gospel grace hath given; And foes of peace around us lie, The hope when days and years are past, Or far away have fled. We all shall meet in heaven. Our fervent prayers shall still prevail What though the northern winds arise, Against a host of sins; And howl arcond our cot ; And angels every Christian hail Or though beneath the southern skies, Whose love a conquest wins. Be cast our earthly lot : This warfare then let us pursue: Yet still we share the blissful hope, The van our Captain leads; The Saviour's grace hath given, Each conflict shalf our strength renew, The hope when days and years are past, To other glorious deeds. We all shall meet in heaven. Then let our ranks, more closely joined, From eastern shores,from northern lands, With shield and buckler stand; From western hill and plain, A kingdom we at last shall find, From southern climes, the brother-bands The promised spirit-land. May hope to meet again. Let all, with harmony of voice, It is the hope, the blissful hope, In lofty praises join ; Which love divirie hath given; Let every soul in Christ rejoice, The hope when life and time are o'er, *With rapture all divine. We all shall meet in heaven. The kindling flame begins to glow, No hope deferred, no parting sigh, Each heart grows warm with love; That blessed meeting knows; And we enjoy, on earth below, There friendship beams from every eye, The bliss of heaven above 1 And hope immortal grows. O thus forever may we feel, It is the hope, the precious hope, And evermore display Which boundless grace hath given: Devotion's pure and holy zeal, The hope when time shall be no more, In Shiloh's chosen way. We all shall meet in heaven. hyMN 163. HYMN 165. My God, what silken cords are thine! There is a fountain filled with blood, How soft and yet how strong ! Drawn from Immanuel's veins; For power, and truth, and grace combine, And sinners in that spirit-flood, To draw our souls along. Lose all their guilty stains. . When crushed beneath the heavy yoke Dear, dying Lamb, thy vital grace Of folly and of sin, Shall never lose its power; Thy hand our iron bondage broke, Nor shall it rest till all our race Our grateful hearts to win. Are blest for evermore | -The guilt of twice ten thousand sins Eer since by faith I saw the stream Thy mercy takes away; Thy flowing wounds supply, Thy promise, when the war begins, Redeeming grace has been my theme, Secures the crowning day. And shall be till I die. Drawn by such chords, we onward move, And when my pilgrim course is o'er, Till round thy throne we meet, In fairer worlds above, And freemen in the bonds of love, Thy gracious mercy I'll adore, Our songs of joy repeat. And sing thy wondrous love.