And weep, and love, and bless the name, That knew no guilt nor grief his own, but bare it all for me. 4 Next he describes the thorns he wore, And talks his bloody passion o'er, Till I am drown'd in tears: Yet with the sympathetic smart, There's a strange joy beats round my heart, 5 I hear the glorious sufferer tell, How has the serpent lost his sting, and where's thy victory death? 6 But when he shows his hands and heart, Not the beloved John could rest With more delight upon that breast, Nor Thomas pry into those wounds with more intense desire. 7 Kindly he opes to me his ear, And bids me pour my sorrows there, Thus while I ease my burthen'd heart, In every woe he bears a part, His arms embrace me, and his hand my drooping head sustains. JES HYMN 236. 8 lines 8s and 7s. ESUS to every willing mind Opens a heavenly treasure; In him the sons of sorrow find Sources of real pleasure; See what employments men pursue; Then you will own my words are true, Jesus alone unfolds to view Sources of real pleasure. 2 Poor are the joys that fools esteem, Myrth is as fleeting as a dream, Luxury leaves a sting behind, 3 Learning, that boasting, glitt'ring thing, Scarcely is worth possessing: Riches, forever on the wing, Scarce can be call'd a blessing: 4 Beauty, with all its gaudy shows, Religion can real bliss inspire, HYMN 237. S. M. TI shall be well supplied; HE Lord my shepherd is, Since he is mine, and I am his, 2 He leads me to the place Where heavenly pasture grows, 3 While he affords his aid, Tho' I should walk thro' death's dark shade, 4 In spite of all my foes, Thou dost my table spread; 5 The bounties of thy love, Shall crown my following days; HYMN 238. 8 lines 8s and 7s. GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God! He whose words cannot be broken, Form'd thee for his own abode: On the rock of ages founded, What can shake thy sure repose? Thou may'st smile at all thy foes. 2 See! the streams of living waters 3 Round each habitation hovering, Showing that the Lord is near; 4 Blest inhabitants of Zion, Wash'd in the Redeemer's blood! Makes them kings and priests to God: "Tis his love his people raises Over self to reign as kings; 5 Saviour, if of Zion's city I, through grace, a member am, Let the world deride or pity, None but Zion's children know. HYMN 239. L. M. THE shall com their center shake, HE Lord shall come! the earth shall quake And, withering from the vault of night, 2 The Lord shall come! but not the same 3 The Lord shall come! a dreadful form, 4 Can this be He, who went to stray 5 While sinners in despair shall call, |