4 O what pleasures there await us!
There the tempests cease to roar:
There it is that those who hate us,
Can molest our peace no more;
Trouble ceases
On that tranquil, happy shore.
1 THOU art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see : Its glow by day, its smiles by night,
Are but reflections caught from thee! Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine. 2 When day, with farewell beam delays, Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven, Those hues that mark the sun's decline, So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine.
3 When night, with wings of stormy gloom,
O'ershadows all the earth and skies,
Like some dark beauteous bird, whose plume
Is sparkling with a thousand dyes,
That sacred gloom, those fires divine,
So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine.
4 When youthful spring around us breathes,
Thy Spirit warms her fragrant sigh,
And ev'ry flow'r the summer wreathes,
Is born beneath that kindling eye;
Where'er we turn thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are thine.
Galatians vi, 14. (L. M.)
1 WHEN I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ
my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to his blood.
3 See from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown!
4 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
1 JESUS, thy blood and righteousness, My beauty are, my glorious dress; 'Midst flaming worlds, in these array'd, With joy shall I lift up my head.
2 Bold shall I stand in that great day, For who aught to my charge shall lay? Fully through these absolved I am
From sin and fear, from guilt and shame.
3 When from the dust of death I rise,
To claim my mansion in the skies,
Ev'n then shall this be all my plea,
Jesus hath liv'd, hath died for me.
4 This spotless robe, the same appears,
When ruin'd nature sinks in years;
No age can change its glorious hue,
The grace of Christ is ever new.
5 O let the dead now hear thy voice!
And let thy banish'd ones rejoice!
Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
Jesus, the Lord, our righteousness.
Jeremiah xiv, 8. (P. M.)
1 VISIT, Lord, thy habitation;
Breathe thy peace on all therein;
Peace, the foretaste of salvation :
Peace, the seal of cancell'd sin.
Now thy love-infusing Spirit,
Shed on ev'ry heart abroad:
Raise, through thy redeeming merit,
Slaves of sin, to sons of God.
2 Prince of Peace, be ever near us!
Fix in ev'ry heart thy home:
In this sweet communion cheer us,
Quickly let thy kingdom come.
Answer all our expectations;
Give our raptur'd souls to prove,
Strong, abiding consolations,
Heav'nly, everlasting love.
1 THINE earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love,
But there's a nobler rest above:
To that our lab'ring souls aspire,
With ardent hope and strong desire.
2 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor death, shall reach the place;
No tears shall mingle with the songs
That warble from immortal tongues.
3 No rude alarms of raging foes;
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.
4 O long expected day, begin,
Dawn on these realms of woe and sin; Fain would we leave this weary road, And sleep in death, to rest with God.
1 HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear!
It soothes his sorrow, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.
2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.
3 Jesus, my shepherd, husband, friend!
My prophet, priest, and king!
My Lord, my life, my way, my end!
Accept the praise I bring.
4 Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see thee as thou art,
I'll praise thee as I ought.
5 Till then I would thy love proclaim,
With ev'ry fleeting breath;
And may the music of thy name,
Refresh my soul in death.
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