HYMN 383. P. M.

COMFORT ye my, comfort ye my

People, saith your God;
Comfortably speak ye to her;
Shout and cry aloud!

Tell her that her warfare's o'er,
Tell her that her vict'ry's sure;
Sin, nor wrath, nor second death,
Shall ne'er o'ertake her more.

2

Sin is pardon'd, &c.

God the Word did give;

The most harden'd, &c.

Now shall hear and live :
She receiv'd, to make her clean,
From his hand, for ev'ry sin,
Grace and trouble, fully double ;
Joy, ye sons of men!

3.

Glorious Jesus, &c.

Thou art lifted high;

That shall please us, &c.
To eternity:

What these tidings good contain, Thy dear blood and wounds explain; Never-ending love! descending

By thy smart and pain.

4

All our warfare, &c.

Thou'st accomplish'd well;
Bravely conquer'd, &c.

Sin, and death, and hell:

Thee we hail, thou King of heav'n!
Thou thine all to us hast giv❜n ;

In thy blood, our Lord and God,

We find our holy leav'n.

HYMN 384. P. M.

DEAREST Jesus, though unseen,

My believing heart must love thee; Poor, despised Nazarene,

A kind and constant Friend I prove thee; Sinking in thy balmy name,

O, how I love my dearest Lamb!

2

Night and day I vent my sighs,
Languishing to see my Saviour:
With warm heart, and wond'ring eyes,
I'd view my dying God for ever:
Here I always would abide ;

O, this I choose, and nought beside !

3

Like the widow'd turtle-dove,

I, dear, lovely Man, adore thee;
Pants my soul quite faint with love,
Singing, "O my love, restore me
To thy presence, sweet and free ;
O, how I long to be with thee !"

4

O'er the hills I see him come ;

Swift as darts the piercing lightning Scatters all my horrid gloom;

All my joys are quick and bright'ning: Welcome, welcome, dearest Lamb; O, how his presence feeds my flame!

5

Praise shall my glad lips employ,

Praise shall all my pow'rs enliven ;

To the Fountain of my joy,

Jesus, Prince of earth and heav'n :

He is mine, and I am his;
O, he's my glory and my bliss!

HYMN 385. P. M.

My dearest Lamb, who bear'st my grief, Thy sympathy affords relief

To thy poor, drooping bride :

Thy blood, as wine, shall cheer my heart; I'll draw mine ease from all thy smart, And from thy pierced side.

2

When thy poor church grows tir'd and faint,
And, overburden'd, makes complaint

Of some tremendous load,
That sinks her mind in heaviness,
And all her inward pow'rs distress,
As with an absent God:

3

Thou say'st, thou hast been tempted sore
In ev'ry point like her, and more ;
Witness the shameful cross :
Now touch'd with ev'ry feeling sense
Of what can give thy bride offence ;
Hence she sustains no loss.

4

If in the dust she fainting sit,
Washing her loving Saviour's feet
With her o'erflowing tears!
Thou gently dost her spirit raise,
Filling her heart with songs of praise,
And banishing her fears.

5

Thou canst not see us weep alone,
But sigh for sigh, and groan for groan,
With us thou bear'st a part;

Whilst pants the soul, with throbbing breast,
With equal sympathy oppress'd,

We feel thy loving heart.

HYMN 386. P. M.

WONDROUS voice! that cries with pow'r,

All flesh as grass is mean;
All its good is as the flow'r,
That fades, and is not seen;
Surely all the people's grass;
Nor is their goodliness esteem'd :
All their work and righteousness
Are fading flowers deem'd.

2

Blows the Spirit of our God,
All fleshly good is lost;

Speaks with pow'r the Saviour's blood,
Man's glory sinks to dust :
Fails all flesh before the Lord,

And, with'ring, dies at his command;

Nought but God's eternal word

Shall in his presence stand.

3

Jesus only shall endure,

And nothing stand beside :
He, that Word of God most sure,
In whom exists his bride :
Bless'd in him with perfect peace,
We cease from all our fleshly good;
He came witnessing this grace

By water and by blood.

4

Now is Jesus all in all,

My soul is satisfy'd ;

All my guilt, by Adam's fall,

Ceas'd when the Saviour dy'd :

With him I arose to light,

And glorious immortality;

In him beauteous to the sight
Of sacred Deity.

O how wond'rous is the grace !
The Lamb accepted stands !
In him shines the Father's face
On souls from ev'ry land;
He our Captain, Prince, and Head,
Foundation of this truth divine ;
All Jehovah's fav'rite seed
Collected in him shine.

HYMN 387. L. M.

FATHER of all! whose powerful voice

Call'd forth this universal frame;
Whose mercies over all rejoice;
Through endless ages still the same.

2

Thou, by thy word, upholdest all ;
Thy bounteous love to all is shew'd ;
Thou hear'st thine ev'ry creature's call,
And fillest every mouth with good.

3.

In heaven thou reign'st enthron'd in light,
Nature's expanse beneath thee spread;
Earth, air and sea before thy sight,
And hell's deep gloom, are open laid.

4

Wisdom, and might, and love are thine ;
Prostrate before thy face we fall,

Confess thine attributes divine,
And hail thee sov'reign Lord of all.

5

Thee, sovereign Lord, let all confess, That move on earth, or sea, or sky; Revere thy power, thy goodness bless, And bow before thy piercing eye.