3 He aids the poor in their distress, He hears when they complain; With tender heart delights to bless, And lessen all their pain.
4 The sick, the prisoner, poor and blind, And all the sons of grief, In him a benefactor find; He loves to give relief.
5 'Tis love that makes religion sweet; "Tis love that makes us rise, With willing mind and ardent feet, To yonder happy skies.
6 Then let us all in love abound, And charity pursue;
Thus shall we be with glory crowned, And love as angels do.
1 FAR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone; Let my religious hours alone;
Fain would my eyes my Savior see; I wait a visit, Lord, from thee!
2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, And kindles with a pure desire: Come, my dear Jesus, from above, And feed my soul with heavenly love.
3 The trees of life immortal stand In blooming rows at thy right hand; And, in sweet murmurs, by their side Rivers of bliss perpetual glide.
4 Haste, then, but with a smiling face, And spread the table of thy grace;
Bring down a taste of truth divine, And cheer my heart with sacred wine. 5 Blest Jesus, what delicious fare! How sweet thy entertainments are! Never did angels taste above Redeeming grace and dying love. 6 Hail! great Immanuel, all divine! In thee thy Father's glories shine; Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest one That eyes have seen, or angels known!
A living and a dead Faith.
1 MISTAKEN Ssouls! that dream of heaven, And make their empty boast Of inward joys, and sins forgiven, While they are slaves to lust.
2 Vain are our fancies, airy flights, If faith be cold and dead; None but a living power unites To Christ, the living head.
3 'Tis faith that purifies the heart "Tis faith that works by love; That bids all sinful joys depart, And lifts the thoughts above.
4 'Tis faith that conquers earth and hell By a celestial power;
This is the grace that shall prevail In the decisive hour.
5 Faith must obey her Father's will, As well as trust his grace;
A pardoning God is jealous still For his own holiness
6 When from the curse he sets us free, He makes our conscience clean; Nor would he send his Son to be The minister of sin.
1 'Tis by the faith of joys to come We walk through deserts dark as night; Till we arrive at heaven, our home, Faith is our guide, and faith our light. 2 The want of sight she well supplies : She makes the pearly gates appear; Far into distant worlds she pries, And brings eternal glories near. 3 Cheerful we tread the desert through, While faith inspires a heavenly ray, Though lions roar, and tempests blow, And rocks and dangers fill the way. 4 So Abraham, by divine command, Left his own house to walk with God; His faith beheld the promised land, And fired his zeal along the road.
The bright Prospect of Faith.
1 HIGH on the mountain's towering head, While darkness veils the sky,
Faith stands, and through the stormy cloud Directs her anxious eye.
2 Amidst the gloom, the welcome rays With cheering lustre shine,
And open to her ardent gaze A world of bliss divine.
3 The yawning gulf that howled beneath Has ceased its angry roar;
The surging waves have spent their force, And died upon the shore.
4 Far in the distance faith beholds A flood of heavenly light;
Now spreads her pinions, and directs To heaven her ardent flight.
5 Far, far beyond this nether world, Where sin and sorrow grow,
She seeks and finds that endless rest Where joys unceasing flow.
1 FAITH adds new charms to earthly bliss, And saves us from its snares; Its aid in every duty brings,
And softens all our cares.
2 It quells the raging flames of sin; And lights the sacred fire
Of love to God and heavenly things, And feeds the pure desire.
3 The wounded conscience knows its power The healing balm to give : That balm the saddest heart can cheer, And make the dying live.
4 Wide it unveils celestial worlds, Where deathless pleasures reign; And bids us seek our portion there, Nor bids us seek in vain.
5 On that bright prospect may we rest, Till this frail body dies;
And then, on faith's triumphant wings, To endless glory rise.
Faith, Hope, and Charity.
1 FAITH, hope, and love now dwell on earth, And earth by them is blest;
But faith and hope must yield to love, Of all the graces best.
2 Hope shall to full fruition rise, And faith be sight above;
These are the means, but that the end, For saints forever love.
1' HAPPY, beyond description, he Who fears the Lord his God; Who hears his threats with holy awe, And trembles at his rod.
2 Fear, sacred passion, ever dwells With its fair partner, love; Blending their beauties, both proclaim Their source is from above.
3 Let terrors fright th' unwilling slave,— The child with joy appears; Cheerful he does his Father's will, And loves as much as fears.
4 Let fear and love, most holy God! Possess this soul of mine;
Then shall I worship thee aright, And taste thy joys divine.
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