Not thus could heaven's sweet harmony
Delight my listening ear.
4 Thanks to my God for every gift
His bounteous hands bestow;
And thanks eternal for that love
Whence all those comforts flow.
5 For ever let my grateful heart
His boundless grace adore,
Which gives ten thousand blessings now,
And bids me hope for more.
1 SOVEREIGN of all the worlds on high
Allow my humble claim;
Nor, when I raise my guilty head,
Disdain a father's name.
2 My Father-God! how sweet the sound!
How tender and how dear!
Not all the harmony of heaven
Could so delight the ear.
3 Come, sacred Spirit, seal the name
On my expanding heart;
And show that in Jehovah's grace
I share a filial part.
4 Cheered by a signal so divine,
Unwavering I believe ;
And Abba, Father, humbly cry;
Nor can the sign deceive.
God the Portion of the Soul.
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,
While Jesus shows his heart is 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,
And haste to meet my Lord.
5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death,
I'd break through every foe;
The wings of love and arms of faith
Should bear me conqueror through.
God all in all. Ps. lxxiii. 25.
1 MY God, my life, my love,
To thee, to thee I call;
I cannot live, if thou remove,
For thou art all in all.
2 Thy shining grace can cheer
This dungeon where I dwell;
"Tis paradise when thou art here;
If thou depart, 'tis hell.
3 To thee, and thee alone,
The angels owe their bliss ;
They sit around thy gracious throne,
And dwell where Jesus is.
4 Not all the harps above
Can make a heavenly place,
If God his residence remove,
Or but conceal his face.
5 Nor earth, nor all the sky,
Can one delight afford,
No, not a 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.
Joy in God. Ps. lxxiii. 25.
1 MY 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 In vain the bright, the burning sun
Scatters his feeble light;
'Tis thy sweet beams create my noon, If thou withdraw, 'tis night. 4 And while upon my restless bed Among the shades I roll,
If my Redeemer shows his head,
'Tis morning with my soul.
5 To thee we owe our wealth and friends
And health and safe abode;
Thanks to thy name for meaner things,
But they are not my God.
6 How vain a toy is glittering wealth,
If once compared to thee!
Or what's my safety, or my health,
Or all my friends to me?
7 Were I possessor of the earth,
And called the stars my own,
Without thy graces and thyself,
I were a wretch undone.
8 Let others stretch their arms like seas,
in all the shore;
Grant me the visits of thy face,
HE Lord our God is full of might,
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The winds obey his will;
He speaks, and in his heavenly height,
The rolling sun stands still.
2 Rebel, ye waves-and o'er the land
With threatening aspect roar:
The Lord uplifts his awful hand,
And chains you to the shore.
3 Howl, winds of night, your force combine;
Without his high behest,
Ye shall not, in the mountain pine,
Disturb the sparrow's nest.
4 His voice sublime is heard afar,
In distant peals it dies;
He yokes the whirlwinds to his car,
And sweeps the howling skies.
5 Ye nations, bend-in reverence bend;
Ye monarchs, wait his nod;
And bid the choral song ascend
To celebrate your God.
MORTALS, awake, with angels join,
chant the solemn lay;
Joy, love, and gratitude combine
To hail th' auspicious day.
2 In heaven the rapturous song began,
And sweet seraphic fire
Through all the shining legions ran,
And strung and tuned the lyre.
3 Swift through the vast expanse it flew,
And loud the echo rolled;
The theme, the song, the joy was new,
'Twas more than heaven could hold.
4 Down through the portals of the sky
Th' impetuous torrent ran;
And angels flew, with eager joy,
To bear the news to man.
5 Hark, the cherubic armies shout,
And glory leads the song ;
Good-will and peace are heard throughout
Th' harmonious angel throng.
6 Oh for a glance of heavenly love
Our hearts and songs to raise;
Sweetly to bear our souls above,
And mingle with their lays.
7 Hail, Prince of life, forever hail,
Redeemer, brother, friend;
Though earth and time and life should fail,
Thy praise shall never end.
1 HARK! what mean those holy voices,
Sweetly sounding through the skies?
Lo, th' angelic host rejoices;
Heavenly hallelujahs rise!
2 Christ is born, the great Anointed;
Him, in bursts of praise, they sing;
He hath come, of God appointed
Saviour, Prophet, Priest, and King.
S Sinners, learn that song of glory;
Hail the heavenly kingdom nigh:
Spread abroad the wondrous story;
Shout in praise to God most high.
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1 HARK! the herald angels sing
Glory to the new-born King;
Peace on earth and mercy mild-
God and sinners reconciled."
2 Joyful, all ye nations rise,
Join the triumph of the skies;
With th' angelic host proclaim,
"Christ is born in Bethlehem!"
3 Vailed in flesh the Godhead see;
Hail th' incarnate Deity!
Pleased as man with men to dwell,
Jesus, our Immanuel.
4 Mild, he lays his glory by,
Born that man no more may die;
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
5 Sing we then-with angels sing
Glory to the new-born King:
Glory in the highest heaven,
Peace on earth, and man forgiven.
The Star of the East.-Matt. ii. 2.
RIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid;
Star of the East, the horizon adorning—
Guide where the infant Redeemer is laid.
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