But infant hands
Fierce tigers stroke,
And lions yoke
In flow'ry bands.
6 O when, almighty LORD!
Shall these glad scenes arise,
To verify thy word,
And bless our wond'ring eyes?
That earth may raise,
With all her tongues,
United songs.
Of ardent praise.
Glory of the church in the latter day.
1 O ZION! tune thy voice,
And raise thy hands on high;
Tell all the earth thy joys,
And boast salvation nigh;
'Cheerful in GOD,
Arise and shine,
While rays divine
Stream all abroad.
2 He gilds thy mourning face
With beams that cannot fade;
His all resplendent grace
He sheds upon thy head;
The nations round
Thy form shall view,
With lustre new
Divinely crown'd.
3 In honour to his name
Reflect that sacred light,
And loud that grace proclaim
Which makes thy darkness bright;
Pursue his praise,
Till sov'reign love
In worlds above
The glory raise.
4 There, on his holy hill,
A brighter sun shall rise,
And with his radiance fill
Those fairer, purer skies;
While round his throne
Ten thousand stars
In nobler spheres
His influence own.
259. C. M. MRS STEELE.
The love of GoD in the gospel. 1 LORD! we adore thy boundless grace, The heights and depths unknown, Of pardon, life, and joy, and peace, In thy beloved Son.
2 Come, all ye pining, hungry poor! Your Father's bounty taste; Behold a never-failing store,
For ev'ry willing guest.
3 Here shall your num'rous wants receive A free and full supply;
GOD has unmeasur'd bliss to give,
And joys that never die.
4 LORD! bring unwilling souls to thee,
By thine all gracious pow'r;
Thy boundless love let sinners see,
And at thy feet adore..
260. L. M. WATTS.
Invitations.
1 COME hither, all ye weary souls!
Ye heavy-laden sinners! come:
I'll give you rest from all your toils,
And raise you to a heav'nly home.
2 They shall find rest who learn of me;
I'm of a meek and lowly mind:
But passion rages like the sea,
And pride is restless as the wind.
3 Bless'd is the man whose shoulders take
My yoke, and bear it with delight;
My yoke is easy to his neck,
My grace shall make the burden light.
4 Great GOD! we come at this command;
With faith, and hope, and humble zeal,
Resign our spirits to thy hand,
To mould and guide us at thy will.
261. P. M. MRS BARBAULD. The same subject. 1 COME! said Jesus' sacred voice, Come, and make my paths your choice: I will guide you to your home; Weary pilgrim, hither come!
2 Thou, who houseless, sole, forlorn,
Long hast borne the proud world's scorn,
Long hast roam'd the barren waste,
Weary pilgrim, hither haste!
3 Ye who, tost on beds of pain,
Seek for ease, but seek in vain:
Ye, whose swoll'n and sleepless eyes
Watch to see the morning rise:
4 Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,
Guilt, in strong remorse, who mourn ;
Here repose your heavy care:
Conscience wounded, who can bear?
5 Sinner, come! for here is found
Balm that flows for ev'ry wound;
Peace that ever shall endure;
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.
262. C. M. WATTS.
The same subject.
1 LET ev'ry mortal ear attend,
And ev'ry heart rejoice;
The trumpet of the gospel sounds,
With an inviting voice.
2 Ho! all ye hungry, starving souls,
That feed upon the wind,
And vainly strive with earthly toys,
To fill an empty mind:
3 Eternal wisdom has prepar'd
A soul-reviving feast,
And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision taste.
4 Ho! ye that pant for living streams,
And pine away and die,
Here you may quench your raging thirst,
With springs that never dry.
5 Rivers of love and mercy here
In a rich ocean join;
Salvation in abundance flows,
Like floods of milk and wine.
6 The happy gates of gospel grace
Stand open night and day:
LORD! we are come to seek supplies,
And drive our wants away.
263. C. M. MRS STEELE.
The same subject.
1 THE Saviour calls-let ev'ry ear
Attend the heav'nly sound;
Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear,
Hope smiles, reviving, round.
2 For ev'ry thirsty, longing heart
Here streams of bounty flow;
And life, and health, and bliss impart,
To banish mortal woe.
3 Here, springs of sacred pleasure rise,
To ease your ev'ry pain;
(Immortal fountain! full supplies!) Nor shall you thirst in vain.
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