Chariot of Love.
COME let us ascend,
My companion and friend,
To a taste of the banquet above
If thy heart be as mine,
If for Jesus it pine,
Come up into the chariot of love.
What a rapturous song,
When the glorify'd throng
In the spirit of harmony join!
Join all the glad choirs,
Hearts, voices and lyres,
And the burthen is mercy divine.
Hallelujah, they cry,
To the King of the sky,
To the great everlasting I AM:
To the Lamb that was slain,
And liveth again,
Hallelujah to God and the Lamb.
The Lamb on the throne,
Lo! he dwells with his own,
And to rivers of pleasure he leads:
With his mercy's full blaze,
With the sight of his face,
Our beautify'd spirits he feeds.
Our foreheads proclaim
His ineffable name,
Our bodies his glory display,
A day without night,
We feast in his sight,
And eternity seems as a day.
Safety and Happiness of Zion. Isa. xxxiii. 20, 21, [Tune, Waterford.}
1 GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God!
He whose word cannot be broken,
Form'd thee for his own abode :
On the rock of ages founded-
What can shake thy sure repose
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With salvation's walls surrounded,
Thou may'st smile at all thy foes.
2 See, the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
Well supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of want remove :
Who can faint while such a river,
Ever flows their thirst t' assuage?
Grace, which like the Lord, the giver,
Never fails from age to age.
3 Round each habitation hovering,
See the cloud and fire appear!
For a glory and a covering,
Showing that the Lord is near:
Thus deriving from their banner,
Light by night and shade by day;
Safe they feed upon the manna,
Which he gives them when they pray.
[Tune, Bermondsey.]
1 GLORY to God on high,
Let heav'n and earth reply,
Praise ye his name!
His love and grace adore,
Who all our sorrows bore;
And sing for evermore,
Worthy the Lamb.
2 All they around the throne
Cheerfully join in one,
Praising his name :
We, who have felt his blood,
Sealing our peace with God,
Sound his dear name abroad,
Worthy the Lamb.
3 Join all ye ransom'd race,
Our Lord and God to bless,
Praise ye his name:
In him we will rejoice,
And make a joyful noise,
Shouting with heart and voice,
Worthy the Lamb.
4 What though we change our place,
Yet shall we never cease
Praising his name:
To him our songs we bring-
Hail him our gracious King,
And without ceasing, sing
Worthy the Lamb.
Birth Day Hymn.
[Tune, Feversham.]
AWAY with our fears,
The glad morning appears,
When an heir of salvation was born!
From Jehovah I came,
For his glory I am,
And to him I with singing return.
Thee, Jesus, alone
The fountain I own
Of my life and felicity here;
And cheerfully sing
My Redeemer and King,
Till his signs in the heav'ns appear.
With thanks I rejoice
In thy fatherly choice,
Of my state and condition below;
If of parents I came,
Who honour'd thy name,
'Twas thy wisdom appointed it so.
O the infinite cares,
And temptations and snares,
Thy hand conducted me through!
O the blessings bestow'd
By a bountiful God,
And thy mercies eternally new!
What a mercy is this,
What a heav'n of bliss,
How unspeakably happy am I!
Gather'd into the fold,
With thy people enroll'd;
With thy people to live and to die.
All honour and praise
To the father of grace,
To the Spirit, and Son, I return;
I the business pursue,
He hath made me to do,
And rejoice that I ever was born.
Hymn 233. 8. 8. 6.
[Tune, Musician's Hymn.]
Hope.
1 O GLORIOUS hope of perfect love,
Which lifts my heart to things above!
It bears on eagle's wings;
It gives my ravish'd soul a taste,
And makes me for some moments feas
With Jesus' priests and kings.
2 The things eternal I pursue,
A happiness beyond the view
Of those who basely pant
For things by nature felt and seen;
Their honors, wealth, and pleasures mean,
I neither have nor want.
3 Nothing on earth I call my own,
A stranger to the world unknown,
I all their goods despise :
I trample on their whole delight,
And seek a country out of sight,
A country in the skies.
4 There is my house and portion fair,
My treasure and my heart is there,
And my abiding home;
For me my elder brethren stay,
And angels beckon me away,
And Jesus bids me come.
5 I come, thy servant, Lord, replies,
I come to meet thee in the skies,
And claim my heav'nly. rest:
Now let the pilgrim's journey end,
Now, O my Saviour, Brother, Friend,
Receive me to thy breast
1 BURST ye em'rald gates and bring
To my raptur'd vision,
All th' extatic joys that spring
From the bright elysium:
Angel trumps resound his praise,
Lutes of lucid gold proclaim
All the music of his name,
Heaven echoing the same..
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