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3 Wisdom divine! Who tells the price
Of Wisdom's costly merchandise?
And gold is dross compar'd to her. 4 Her hands are fill’d with length of days,
True riches, and immortal praise;
And honour that descends from God. 5 To purest joys she all invites,
Chaste, holy, spiritual delights;
, And all her flowery paths are peace. 6 Happy the man who wisdom gains,
Thrice happy! who his guest retains;
Instruction's warning voice;
His early, only choice!
Than east or west unfold;
Than is the gain of gold.
A length of happy years;
And honour bright appears. 4 She guides the young
with innocence In pleasure's path to tread; A crown of glory she bestows
Upon the hoary head.
5 According as our labours rise,
So her rewards increase;
And all her paths are peace.
P.M.-Happiness. 1 HAPPINESS! thou lovely name,
Where's thy seat? O tell me where! Learning, pleasure, wealth, and fame,
All cry out, “ It is not here." Not the wisdom of the wise
Can inform me where it lies, Nor the grandeur of the great
Can the bliss, I seek, create. 2 Object of
my first desire, Jesus! crucified for me, All to happiness aspire,
Only to be found in thee:
Constitute our bliss below:
Constitute our bliss above. 3 Lord! it is not life to live,
If thy presence thou deny, Lord! if thou thy presence give,
'Tis no longer death-- to die. Source and Giver of repose,
Singly from thy smile it flows, Peace and happiness are thine,
Mine they are if thou art mine. 4 Whilst I feel thy love to me,
Every object teems with joy; Here, o
I walk with thee,
Let me but thyself possess,
Total sum of happiness!
C.M.— The Happiness of Believers. 1 HAPPY the souls to Jesus join'd,
And sav'd by grace alone: Walking in all his ways, they find
Their heaven on earth begun.
Their mighty joys we know;
And we in hymns below. 3 Thee, in thy glorious realm, they praise,
And bow before thy throne! We, in the kingdom of thy grace;
The kingdoms are but one. 4 The holy to the holiest leads;
From thence our spirits rise;
To make the Christian's name a praise: How fair the scene, how clear the light,
That fills the remnant of his days! 2 A kingly character he bears,
No change his priestly office knows;
His joys can never reach a close. 3 Adorn'd with glory from on high,
Salvation shines upon his face; His robe is of the ethereal dye,
His steps are dignity and grace.
4 The noblest creature seen below,
Ordain’d to fill a throne above;
His kingdom of eternal love!
Methinks from earth I see him rise!
C.M.- The Christian's happy State.
His sins are all forgiven:
And lifts his hopes to heaven.
He heaves the pensive sigh,
Delivering grace is nigh.
He feels the chastening rod,
To his forgiving God. 4 And, when the welcome message comes
To call his soul away,
Not to live without the cross,
Sanctifying every loss:
But with humble faith to see
This is happiness to me.
2 God, in Israel, sows the seeds
Of affliction, pain, and toil;
Which would else o'erspread the soil:
Trials give new life to prayer;
Lay me low, and keep me there. 3 Did I meet no trials here,
No chastisement by the way,
I should prove a castaway?
Sunk in earthly, vain delight;
Must not, would not, if he might.
L.M.- Hatred of Sin. 1 HOLY Lord God! I love thy truth,
Nor dare thy least commandment slight; Yet pierc'd by sin, the serpent's tooth,
I mourn the anguish of the bite.
Hope bids me still with patience wait;
Free from the only thing I hate. 3 Had I a throne above the rest,
Where angels and archangels dwell,
Would make that heaven as dark as hell. 4 The prisoner sent to breathe fresh air,
And blest with liberty again,