But all mankind, restored, Their Eden may retrieve :
And, lo, by faith we see our Lord, We touch, and taste, and live! Jesus, Thou art a tree
That makes the foolish wise; And safely we may feed on Thee, And feast both heart and eyes.
Wisdom divine Thou art, Received through faith alone; And when Thou dost thyself impart, We know as we are known.
Lot looking towards Sodom.-Gen. xix. 16, 17. 1 THIS world is all enchanted ground, Oh, whither shall I fly!
The vengeful flames are kindling round, And if I stop, I die.
2 When some kind hand has brought me forth, How lingering is my pace! Lord, either drive me by thy wrath, Or draw me by thy grace.
3 Oh, let me not a moment waste,
On this destructive plain;
Hence let me flee with greater haste, Till I the Zoar gain!
Abraham gathered to his people.-Gen. xxv. 8.
1 Is God's peculiar people mine?
To them I then shall be
Gather'd beneath the Saviour's sign, And Christ in glory see.
2 Gather'd into the Church above, Whoe'er to Christ belong
Shall meet, to sing the song of love, The Lamb's eternal song.
Jacob at Bethel.-Gen. xxviii. 8.
1 O GOD of Bethel! by whose hand Thy people still are fed;
Who through this weary pilgrimage Hast all our fathers led.
2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present Before thy throne of grace:
God of our fathers! be the God Of their succeeding race.
3 Through each perplexing path of life Our wandering footsteps guide; Give us each day our daily bread, And raiment fit provide.
4 O, spread thy covering wings around, Till all our wanderings cease, And at our Father's loved abode, Our souls arrive in peace.
5 Such blessings from thy gracious hand, Our humble prayers implore;
And Thou shalt be our chosen God, And portion evermore.
Jacob wrestling with the Angel.-Gen. xxxii. 24.
1 COME, O Thou traveller unknown, Whom still I hold, but cannot see! My company before is gone, And I am left alone with Thee. With Thee all night I mean to stay, And wrestle till the break of day.
2 I need not tell Thee who I am; My misery and sin declare : Thyself hast called me by my name : Look on thy hands, and read it there:
But who, I ask Thee, who art Thou? Tell me thy name, and tell me now. 3 In vain Thou strugglest to get free, I never will unloose my hold:
Art Thou the Man that died for me? The secret of thy love unfold: Wrestling, I will not let Thee go, Till I thy name, thy nature know.
4 Wilt Thou not yet to me reveal Thy new, unutterable name?
Tell me, I still beseech Thee, tell; To know it now, resolved I am : Wrestling, I will not let Thee go, Till I thy name, thy nature know.
5 What though my shrinking flesh complain, And murmur to contend so long?
I rise superior to my pain:
When I am weak, then I am strong: And when my all of strength shall fail, I shall with the God-man prevail.
1 YIELD to me now, for I am weak; But confident in self-despair;
Speak to my heart, in blessings speak; Be conquer'd by my instant prayer: Speak, or Thou never hence shalt move, And tell me if thy name be Love.
2 'Tis Love! 'tis Love! Thou diedst for me; I hear thy whisper in my heart: The morning breaks, the shadows flee; Pure, Universal Love, Thou art: To me, to all, thy bowels move; Thy nature and thy name is Love."
3 My prayer hath power with God; the grace Unspeakable I now receive;
Through faith I see Thee face to face; I see Thee face to face, and live:
In vain I have not wept and strove; Thy nature and thy name is Love.
4 I know Thee, Saviour, who Thou art, Jesus, the feeble sinner's friend: Nor wilt Thou with the night depart, But stay and love me to the end: Thy mercies never shall remove; Thy nature and thy name is Love.
5 The Sun of Righteousness on me Hath rose, with healing on his wings : Wither'd my nature's strength; from Thee My soul its life and succour brings; My help is all laid up above; Thy nature and thy name is Love. 6 Contented now, upon my thigh I halt, till life's short journey end; All helplessness, all weakness, I On Thee alone for strength depend; Nor have I power from Thee to move : Thy nature and thy name is Love.
7 Lame as I am, I take the prey; Hell, earth, and sin, with ease o'ercome; leap for joy, pursue my way,
And, as a bounding hart, fly home; Through all eternity to prove,
Thy nature and thy name is Love.
Jacob dying amidst his children.-Gen. xlvi. 4.
1 A FEW more days preserve me here; And, when from earth my spirit flies, O, let a child of mine be near, A child of God, to close mine eyes!
2 Before its strong arrest I feel, Give me my death's approach to see; And, having lived to serve thy will, Lord, let me then depart in Thee.
A father leaving his family to God.-Gen. xlviii. 21.
1 AMID the anguish, and the strife,
That shrinking nature fears,
Look gently down, great Source of life, And dry death's starting tears!
2 Serene, like Jacob, we would die, And "gather up our feet;"
Would chide the lingering hours, and fly, Our Saviour-God to meet.
3 Our dearest comforts we could leave, With glory in our eyes;
Would wipe the tears of those that grieve, And point them to the skies.
4 Our trembling lips, if Thou art nigh, When life's sad hours are few, With joy shall say-" Behold we die, But God shall be with you."
The birth of Moses.-Exod. ii. 3. 1 TREMBLING with tenderest alarms, A mournful mother bore
Her babe, close cradled in her arms, To Nile's green sloping shore.
2 Long bending o'er her sleeping child, With prayers and tears she stood; Then-with a look of sorrow wild- She launch'd him on the flood.
3 Forlorn, in ark of bulrush left, Misfortune's meekest child,
Of every human hope bereft, Moan'd to the waters wild.
4 A guide unseen, along the strand, The Egyptian Princess led; The babe held out each little hand, And tears resistless shed.
« AnteriorContinuar » |