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" TO KNOW THE LOVE OF CHRIST."
The God of glory dwells on high,
The God of glory, moved by love,
This love is great, too great for thought,
But though His love no measure knows, The Saviour to His people shews Enough to give them joy, when known : Enough to make their hearts His own.
Constrained by this, they walk with Him,
“ O THAT I HAD WINGS LIKE A DOVE!”
o Ziox! when I think on thee,
I long for pinions like the dove, And mourn to think that I should be
So distant from the place I love.
A captive here, and far from home,
For Zion's sacred walls I sigh ; To Zion all the ransomed come,
And see the Saviour eye to eye.
While here I walk on hostile ground,
The few that I can call my friends Are, like myself, with fetters bound,
And weariness our steps attends.
But yet we shall behold the day,
When Zion's children shall return ; Our sorrows then shall fee away,
And we shall never, never mourn.
The hope that such a day will come,
Makes even the captive's portion sweet ; Though now we wander far from home,
In Zion soon we all shall meet.
“ LESS THAN THE LEAST OF ALL SAINTS."
A Saint! Oh! would that I could claim
Would, though it were in scorn applied,
A Saint! And what imports the name
Is such the meaning of a name,