3 The nails that fixed him to the cross Thy heavenly throne make sure: He bears thee on His heart, thou Him,- Sleep on and rest secure.
4 Hush! stir not up the friend of Christ, Wake not the lovely Bride;
Some vision causeth her to smile:- She sees His open side!
106 SONG VIII. 2.—“ I would cause her to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate."
1 MAN of sorrows, and acquainted With our griefs, what shall we say? Never language yet hath painted All the woes that on Thee lay. Had I seen Thee cloth'd in weakness, Bearing our reproach and sickness, To attend Thee day and night Would have been my heart's delight.
2 O that to this Heav'nly Stranger I had here my homage paid, From His first sigh in the manger Till He cried "Tis finished!" That first sigh had consecrated Me His own, and I had waited On Him from His infancy, Serving Him unweariedly.
3 Walking, speaking, in devotion. Far to fields or forests stray'd, I had watched every motion, And my Lord my pattern made.
More have angels ne'er desir'd Than on Him,-or far retired, Or at home, awake, asleep,- Fixed their wondering eyes to keep.
4 Tell me, little flock beloved,
Ye on whom shone Jesus' face, What within your souls then moved When ye felt His kind embrace? O, disciple once most blessed, As a bosom-friend caressed, Say, could e'er into thy mind Other objects entrance find?
5 Oft to prayer by night retreated
See Him from all search withdrawn, Tearful eyes, and sighs repeated, Witness'd still the morning dawn. There, where He made intercession, I had pour'd forth my confession, And where for my sins He wept, Praying, I the watch had kept.
6 Should I thus to Thee have cleaved, Midst Thy poverty and woes, On Thee, as my Lord believed,
Or, perhaps, have joined thy foes? Ah! Thy mercy I had spurn'd, But Thyself my heart has turn'd. Now Thou know'st, beneath, above, Nought compared with Thee I love.
107 SONG VIII. 6.-" Set me as a seal uponthine heart, as a seal upon thine arm, for
love is strong as death."
1 BELOVED Saviour! let not me In Thy kind heart forgotten be!
Of all that deck the field or bower, Thou art the sweetest, fairest flower!
2 Youth's morn has fled, old age comes on; But sin distracts my soul alone. Beloved Saviour, let not me In thy kind heart forgotten be!
108 SONG VIII. 14.-" Make haste, my beloved."
1 PASS away earthly joy,
Jesus is mine!
Break every mortal tie,
Jesus is mine!
Dark is the wilderness; Distant the resting-place; Jesus alone can bless :-
Jesus is mine;
2 Tempt not my soul away,
Jesus is mine!
Here would I ever stay,
Jesus is mine!
Perishing things of clay, Born but for one brief day, Pass from my heart away, Jesus is mine!
s Fare ye well, dreams of night,
Jesus is mine!
Mine is a dawning bright,
Jesus is mine!
All that my soul has tried
Left but a dismal void,
Jesus has satisfied,
109 ISA. XII. 1.-"O Lord, I will praise Thee:
though Thou wast angry with me, thine anger is turned away, and Thou comfortedst me."
1 I WILL praise Thee every day, Now thine anger's turn'd away! Comfortable thoughts arise From the bleeding sacrifice.
2 Here, in the fair gospel-field, Wells of free salvation yield Streams of life, a plenteous store, And my soul shall thirst no more.
3 Jesus is become, at length, My salvation and my strength: And His praises shall prolong, While I live, my pleasant song.
4 Praise ye, then, His glorious name, Publish His exalted fame!
Still His worth your praise exceeds,- Excellent are all His deeds.
5 Raise again the joyful sound, Let the nations roll it roundi Zion shout, for this is He,
God the Saviour dwells in thee.
110 ISA. XII. 2.-" The Lord Jehovah is my strength and my song."
1 I'LL praise thee with my heart and tongue, O Lord, my soul's delight; Declaring to the world, in song,
Thy glory, praise, and might.
2 Who spreads the lofty firmament, And starry skies around?
Who makes the dew and rain descend To fructify the ground?
3 Who doth preserve our life and health, Our ease and safe abode?
Who doth secure our peace and wealth? Our ever gracious God.
4 On Thee, Almighty Lord of Hosts, Depends our life and all;
Thou keepest watch around our coasts, Protectest great and small.
5 Thy chastisements are nought but love; When we our sins confess,
We thy forgiveness richly prove; 'Tis thy delight to bless.
6 Thou count'st thy children's sighs and tears, And know'st well why they mourn;
No tear too mean to Thee appears
To put into Thy urn.
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