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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