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CXXXIII. 11, 8.

Description of Christ.

THOU in whose presence my soul takes delight,

On whom in affliction I call;

My comfort by day, and my song in the night, My hope, my salvation, my all

Where dost thou at noon-tide resort with thy sheep,

To feed on the pastures of love?

For why in the valley of death should I weep; Or alone in the wilderness rove ?

2 O why should I wander an alien from thee, And cry in the desert for bread?

Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they

see;

And smile at the tears I have shed.

Ye daughters of Zion, declare, have ye seen The star that on Israel shone?

Say, if in your tents my beloved has been,

And where with his flocks he is gone?

3 This is my beloved, his form is divine, His vestments shed odours around: The locks on his head, are as grapes on the vine,

When autumn with plenty is crown'd. The roses of Sharon, the lilies that grow, In the vales, on the banks of the streams, On his cheeks, in the beauty of excellence blow

And his eyes are as quivers of beams!

4 His voice as the sound of the dulcimer sweet, Is heard through the shadows of death;

The cedars of Lebanan bow at his fect,
The air is perfum'd with his breath.
His lips as a fountain of righteousness flow,
That waters the gardens of grace ;

From which their salvation the Gentiles shall know,

And bask in the smiles of his face.

Love sits in his eye-lids, and scatters delight Through all the bright mansions on high; Their faces the cherubim veil in his sight, And tremble with fulness of joy.

He looks, and ten thousands of angels rejoice,

And myriads wait for his word:

He speaks-and eternity, fill'd with his voice,
Re-echoes the praise of her Lord.

CXXXIV. S. M. WATTS,
Heavenly joy on earth.

1OME, we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.

2 The sorrows of the mind

Be banish'd from this place:
Religion never was design'd
To make our comforts less.

• Let those refuse to sing

That never knew our God,
But fav'rites of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad.

4 [The God that rules on high,
And thunders when he please,

That rides upon the stormy sky,
And manages the seas.]

5 This awful God is ours,

Our Father and our love:

He shall send down his heav'nly pow'rs
To carry us above.

6 There shall we see his face,

And never, never sin;

There from the rivers of his grace
Drink endless pleasures in.

7 Yes, and before we rise

To that immortal state,

The thoughts of such amazing bliss
Should constant joys create.

8 [The men of grace have found
Glory begun below:

Celestial fruits on earthly ground,
From faith and hope may grow.]

9 [The hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heav'nly fields,
Or walk the golden streets..

10 Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;

We're marching through Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high.]

CXXXV. L. M. WATTS.

A sight of God crucifies us to the world.

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TP to the fields where angels lie,

And living waters gently roll,

Fain would my thoughts leap out and fly,
But sin hangs heavy on my soul.

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4 Jesus, the Lord, their harps employs;
Jesus, my love, they sing:
Jesus, the life of both our joys,
Sounds sweet from every string.
5 [Hark, how beyond the narrow bounds
Of time and space they run;
And echo in majestic sounds
The Godhead of the Son!

6 And now they sink the lofty tune,
And gentler notes they play;
And bring the Father's equal down
To dwell in humble clay.

7 O sacred beauties of the Man!
(The God resides within :)

His flesh all pure, without a stain;
His soul without a sin.

3 But, when to Calvary they turn,
Silent their harps abide;

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My passions to the skies!

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