4 Then shall the Jew and Gentile meet
In pure devotion at thy feet;
And earth shall yield Thee, as thy due,
Her fulness, and her glory too.
5 Oh! that from Britain now might shine
This heav'nly light, this truth divine;
Till the whole universe shall be
But one great temple, Lord, for Thee!
1 How precious is the Book divine
By inspiration giv'n!
Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine
To guide our souls to heav'n.
2 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts
In this dark vale of tears;
Life, light, and joy, it still imparts,
And quells our rising fears.
3 This lamp through all the tedious night
Of life shall guide our way,
Till we behold the clearer light
Of an eternal day.
Jesus a sympathizing Saviour.
John xi, 33-35.
Heb. ii, 18; iv, 16.
1 WHEN gath❜ring clouds around I view,
And days are dark, and friends are few,
On Him I lean, who not in vain
Experienc'd every human pain:
He sees my wants, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.
2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way,
To flee the good I would pursue,
Or do the sin I would not do;
Still He, who felt temptation's power,
Shall guard me in that dang'rous hour.
3[When vexing thoughts within me rise,
And, sore dismay'd, my spirit dies;
Yet He, who once vouchsaf'd to bear
The sick'ning anguish of despair,
Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry,
The throbbing heart, the streaming eye.]
4[When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend,
Which covers what was once a friend,
And from his hand, his voice, his smile,
Divides me for a little while;
Thou, Saviour! mark'st the tears I shed,
For Thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead.]
5 And Oh! when I have safely past
Through every conflict but the last,
Still, still unchanging watch beside
My dying bed, for Thou hast died:
Then point to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away.
Christ our hope and joy.
Rom. viii, 31, 32.
1 Is GOD for me? what is it
That man can do to me?-
Oft as my God I visit,
All woes give way and flee:
If God is my salvation,
My refuge in distress,
What earthly tribulation
Can shake my steadfast peace?
2 The ground of my profession
Is Jesus and his blood;
He gives me the possession
Of everlasting good:
In me and in my doing
Is nothing on this earth;
What Jesus is bestowing
Alone is truly worth.
3[For me there is provided
A city fair and new;
To it I shall be guided-
Jerusalem the true:
My portion there is lying,
A destin'd Canaan-lot:
Though I am daily dying,
My Canaan withers not.]
4 My heart within me leapeth,
And cannot down be cast;
In sunshine bright it keepeth
A never-ending feast:
The sun, which smiling lights me,
Is Jesus Christ alone;
And what to sing invites me
Is heaven on earth begun.
6th Sunday after Epiphany.
Hope purifying and encouraging.
Gal. iv, 6. 1 John iii, 1-3.
BEHOLD What wondrous grace
The Father hath bestow'd
On sinners of a mortal race,
To call them sons of God!
How great we must be made;
But, when we see our Saviour here,
We shall be like our Head.
A hope so much divine
May trials well endure;
May purge our souls from sense and sin,
As Christ the Lord is pure.
Father! if in thy love
I share a filial part,
Send down thy Spirit, like a dove,
To rest upon my heart.
5 We would no longer lie
Like slaves beneath thy throne:
Our faith shall "Abba, Father," cry,
And Thou the kindred own.
Longing after heaven.
Ps. lv, 6, 8.
10 HAD I, my Saviour, the wings of a dove, How soon would I soar to thy presence above! How soon would I flee where the weary have rest,
And hide all my cares in thy sheltering breast!
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