3 Beneath his cooling shade I sit,
To shield me from the burning heat:
Of heav'nly fruit he spreads a feast,
To feed my eyes, and please my taste.
4 (Kindly he brought me to the place,
Where stands the banquet of his grace;
He saw me faint; and o'er my head
The banner of his love he spread.
5 With living bread and gen'rous wine,
He cheers this sinking heart of mine;
And op'ning his own heart to me,
He shows his tho'ts, how kind they be.)
6 O never let my Lord depart,
Lie down, and rest upon my heart;
I charge my sin not once to move,
Nor stir, nor wake, nor grieve my Love.]
HYMN 69. L. M.
Christ's Love to his Church. Sol. Song ii, 8-13.
1 THE voice of my Beloved sounds,
Over the rocks and rising grounds;
O'er hills of guilt, and seas of grief,
He leaps, he flies-to my relief.
e 2 Now, through the veil of flesh I see,
With eyes
of love he looks on me;
-Now, in the gospel's clearest glass,
He shows the beauties of his face.
b 3 Gently he draws my heart along,
Both with his beauties, and his tongue;
"Rise,"
," saith my Lord," make haste away
"No mortal joys are worth thy stay.
b 4 "The Jewish wintry state is gone,
"The mists are fled, the spring comes on;
"The sacred turtle dove we hear
0 "Proclaim the new, the joyful year.
-5 "The immortal vine of heav'nly root
"Blossoms and buds, and gives her fruit ;"
e Lo we are come to taste the wine;
o Our souls rejoice and bless the Vine.
-6 And when we hear our Jesus say,
0 "Rise up, my love, make haste away!”
o Our hearts would fain outfly the wind,
And leave all earthly loves behind.
HYMN 70. L. M. Shoel. [*]
Christ's Invitation answered. Sol. Song ii, 14, 16, 17.
1 [HSweetly invites his fav'rites nigh;
From caves of darkness and of doubt,
He gently speaks and calls us out.
2 "My dove, who hidest in the rock,
"Thine heart almost with sorrow broke,
"Lift up thy face, forget thy fear,
"And let thy voice delight mine ear.
3 "Thy voice to me sounds ever sweet;
66 My graces
in thy count'nance meet;
"Tho the vain world thy face despise,
""Tis bright and comely in mine eyes."
4 Dear Lord, our thankful heart receives
The hope thy invitation gives;
To thee our joyful lips shall raise
The voice of prayer, and that of praise.
5 I am my love's, and he is mine;
Our hearts, our hopes, our passions join;
Nor let a motion, nor a word,
Nor thought arise to grieve my Lord.
6 My soul to pastures fair he leads,
Amongst the Jilies, where he feeds;
Amongst the saints (whose hair are white,
Wash'd in his blood) is his delight.
7 Till the day break, and shadows flee,--
Till the sweet dawning light I see,—
Thine eyes to me-ward often turn,
Nor let my soul in darkness mourn.
8 Be like a hart, on mountains green,
Leap o'er the hills of fear and sin;
Nor guilt, nor unbelief, divide
My Love, my Saviour, from my side.]
HYMN 71. L. M.
Christ brought to the Church. Sol. Song iii, 1, 5.
FTEN I seek my Lord by night,
10 Jesus, my Love, my soul's delight;
With warm desire, and restless thought,
I seek him oft, but find him not.
2 Then I arise, and search the street,
Till I my Lord, my Saviour meet;
I ask the watchmen of the night,
Where did you see my soul's delight?
3 Sometimes I find him in my way,
Directed by a heav'nly ray;
I leap for joy to see his face,
And hold him fast in my embrace.
4 (I bring him to my mother's home,
Nor does my Lord refuse to come;
To Zion's sacred chambers, where
My soul first drew the vital air.
5 He gives me there his bleeding heart,
Pierc'd for my sake with deadly smart;
I give my soul to him, and there
Our loves their mutual tokens share.)
6 I charge you all, ye earthly toys,
Approach not to disturb my joys;
Nor sin, nor hell, come near my heart,
Nor cause my Saviour to depart.]
HYMN 72. L. M.
Leeds. Green's. [*] Coronation of Christ, and Espousals of the Church.
AUGHTERS of Zion, come, behold
The crown of honour and of gold,
Which the glad church, with joys unknown,
Plac'd on the head of Solomon.
• 2 Jesus, thou everlasting King,
Accept the tribute which we bring;
Accept the well deserv'd renown,
And wear our praises as thy crown.
b 3 Let every act of worship be,
Like our espousals, Lord, to thee!
Like the dear hour, when from above
We first receiv'd thy pledge of love.
• 4 The gladness of that happy day!
Our hearts would wish it long to stay;
Nor let our faith forsake its hold,
Nor comfort sink, nor love grow cold.
-5 Each foll'wing minute as it flies,
Increase thy praise, improve our joys:
• 'Till we are rais'd to sing thy name.
At the great supper of the Lamb.
o 60 that the months would roll away,
And bring that coronation-day!
g The King of grace shall fill the throne,
With all his Father's glories on.
HYMN 73. L. M.
The Church's Beauty in the Eyes of Christ. Sol. Song iv, 1, 10, 11, 7, 9, 8.
KIND is the speech of Christ our Lord,
Affection sounds in ev'ry word :
Lo, thou art fair, my love, he cries;
Not the young doves have sweeter eyes.
2 (Sweet are thy lips, thy pleasing voice,
Salutes mine ear, with sacred joys;
No spice so much delights the smell,
Nor milk, nor honey, tastes so well.)
3 Thou art all fair, my bride, to me;
I will behold no spot in thee;
What mighty wonders love performs,
And puts a comeliness on worms!
4 Defil'd and loathsome as we are,
He makes us white, and calls us fair;
Adorns us with that heav'nly dress,
His graces and his righteousness.
5 My sister and my spouse, he cries,
Bound to my heart by various ties,
Thy pow'rful love my heart detains,
In strong delight and pleasing chains.
6 He calls me from the leopard's den,
From this wide world of beasts and men,
To Zion, where his glories are;
Not Lebanon is half so fair.
7 Nor dens of prey, nor flow'ry plains,
Nor earthly joys, nor earthly pains,
Shall hold my feet, or force my stay,
When Christ invites my soul away.]
HYMN 74. L. M. Portugal. [*]
The Garden of Christ. Sol. Song iv, 12—15; v, 1. VE are a garden, wall'd around,
Chosen, and made peculiar ground;
A little spot-enclos'd by grace,
Out of the world's wide wilderness.
-2 Like trees of myrrh and spice we stand,
Planted by God the Father's hand;
And all his springs in Zion flow,
To make the young plantations grow.
o 3 Awake, O heav'nly wind, and come,
Blow on this garden of perfume;
Spirit divine, descend and breathe
A gracious gale on plants beneath.
-4 Make our best spices flow abroad,
To entertain our Saviour God:
And faith, and love, and joy appear,
And ev'ry grace be active here.
5 [Let my beloved come, and taste
His pleasant fruits at his own feast;
I come, my spouse, I come, he cries,
With love and pleasure in his eyes.
6 Our Lord into his garden comes,
Well pleas'd to smell our poor perfumes;
And calls us to a feast divine,
Sweeter than honey, milk or wine.
d7 Eat of the tree of life, my friends,
The blessings that my Father sends;
Your taste shall all my dainties prove,
And drink abundance of my love.]
o 8 Jesus, we will frequent thy board,
And sing the bounties of our Lord:
e But the rich food, on which we live,
Demands more praise than tongue can give.
HYMN 75. L. M. Morcton.
Description of Christ the Beloved. Sol. Song v, 9, 10, 11, 12, 14, 15, 16.
HE wond'ring world inquires to know,
Why I should love my Jesus so;
What are his charms, say they, above
The objects of a mortal love?
2 Yes, my Beloved, to my sight,
Shows a sweet mixture, red and white.
All human beauties, all Divine,
In my beloved meet and shine.
3 White is his soul, from blemish free;
Red with the blood he shed for me;
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