If God His residence remove, Or but conceal His face.
5 Nor earth, nor all the sky, Can one delight afford, Nor yield one drop of real joy, Without Thy presence, Lord.
6 Thou art the sea of love,
Where all my pleasures roll: The circle where my passions move, And centre of my soul.
The All-sufficient Portion.
Y God, my portion, and my love, My everlasting All,
I've none but Thee in heaven above, Or on this earthly ball.
2 What empty things are all the skies, And this inferior clod!
There's nothing here deserves my joys, There's nothing like my God.
3 To Thee I owe my wealth, and friends, And health, and safe abode : Thanks to Thy Name for meaner things; But they are not my God.
4 How vain a toy is glitt'ring wealth, If once compared with Thee; Or what's my safety, or my health, Or all my friends to me?
5 Were I possessor of the earth, And call'd the stars my own, Without Thy graces and Thyself, I were a wretch undone.
6 Let others stretch their arms like seas, And grasp in all the shore; Grant me the visits of Thy grace, And I desire no more.
Triumphant Joy.
[By Dr. WATTS.]
Y God, the spring of all my joys, The life of my delights,
The glory of my brightest days, And comfort of my nights:
2 In darkest shades if Thou appear, My dawning is begun ;
Thou art my soul's bright morning star, And Thou my rising sun.
3 The opening heavens around me shine With beams of sacred bliss, If Jesus shows His mercy mine, And whispers I am His.
4 My soul would leave this heavy clay At that transporting word, Run up with joy the shining way, To see and praise my Lord.
5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death, I'd break through every foe;
The wings of love and arms of faith Would bear me conqu'ror through.
MY hope, my all, my Saviour Thou;
To Thee, lo, now my soul I bow;
I feel the bliss Thy wounds impart,
I find Thee, Saviour, in my heart.
2 Be Thou my strength,-be Thou my way; Protect me through my life's short day : In all my acts may wisdom guide, And keep me, Saviour, near Thy side. 3 In fierce temptation's darkest hour, Save me from sin and Satan's power; Tear every idol from Thy throne, And reign, my Saviour, reign alone. 4 My suff'ring time shall soon be o'er; Then shall I sigh and weep no more: My ransom'd soul shall soar away, To sing Thy praise in endless day.
Praise delightful.
[By Dr. WATTS.]
MY When I begin Thy praise,
Y Saviour, my almighty Friend,
Where will the growing numbers end, The numbers of Thy grace?
2 I trust in Thy eternal word; Thy goodness I adore:
Send down Thy grace, O blessed Lord, That I may love Thee more.
3 My feet shall travel all the length Of the celestial road;
And march with courage, in Thy strength, To see the Lord my God.
4 Awake! awake! my tuneful powers, With this delightful song; And entertain the darkest hours, Nor think the season long.
"Nearer to Thee."
[By SARAH FLOWER ADAMS, who died in 1848.]
TEARER, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee:
Ev'n though it be a cross That raiseth me,
Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee.
2 Though like a wanderer, Daylight all gone, Darkness be over me, My rest a stone,
Yet in my dreams I'd be, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee.
3 There let the way appear Steps up to heaven;
All that Thou sendest ne In mercy given, Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee.
4 Then with my waking thoughts, Bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs, Bethel I'll raise ; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee.
5 Or if on joyful wing, Cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Upward I fly,
Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee.
By Rev. THOMAS GIBBONS, D. D., an English Congregationalist: died 1785.]
OW may the God of peace and love, Who from th' impris'ning grave
Restored the Shepherd of the sheep, Omnipotent to save ;
2 Through the rich merits of that blood Which He on Calvary spilt,
To make th' eternal cov'nant sure, On which our hopes are built ;-
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