1 GREAT God! amid the darksome night,
Thy glories dart upon my sight,
While, wrapt in wonder, I behold
The silver moon and stars of gold.
2 But, when I see the sun arise,
And pour his glories o'er the skies,
In more stupendous forms I view
Thy greatness and thy goodness too.
3 Thou Sun of suns, whose dazzling light
Tries and confounds an angel's sight!
How shall I glance mine eye at thee
In all thy bright immensity?
4 Yet I may be allow'd to trace
The distant shadows of thy face;
As, in the pale reflecting moon,
We trace the image of the sun.
5 In ev'ry work thy hands have made,
Thy pow'r and wisdom are display'd;
Bnt, oh! what glories all divine
In my incarnate Saviour shine!
6 He is my Sun: beneath his wings
My soul revives, exults, and sings;
And there enjoys, like those above,
The balmy influence of thy love.
7 Still shall the vital strength and heat
His cheering beams communicate,
Allure the church her course to run,
Till heav'n's eternal day is won!
TELL me no more of earthly toys,
Of sinful mirth and carnal joys-
The things I lov'd before;
Let me but view my Saviour's face,
And feel his soul-reviving grace,
And I desire no more!
2 Tell me no more of ease and health,
Of pow'r and pomp and fame and wealth,
For these have all their snares;
Let me but know my sins forgiven,
And feel the mystic joys of heaven,
And I'll not envy theirs!
3 Tell me no more of lofty towers,
Delightful gardens, fragrant bowers,
For these are trifling things;
A little room, if Christ be there,
A splendid palace will appear,
Furnish'd with sacred things!
4 Tell me no more of crowded guests,
Of rich attire, and sumptuous feasts,
Extravagance and waste;
My little table's richly spread,
Tho' but with water, herbs, and bread,
When Jesus is my Guest!
5 Give me the Bible in my hand,
A heart to read, and understand,
And faith and peace in God-
I'd sit alone from day to day,
And urge no company to stay,
Nor wish to rove abroad!
66 Know ye that the Lord he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture." Psalm c. 3.
1 BEFORE Jehovah's glorious Throne,
Ye ransom'd, bow with sacred joy!
Know that the Lord is God alone;
"Tis He preserves!—what can destroy?
2 His sov'reign Word, without our aid,
Created us, and form'd us men!
And, when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd,
He brought us to his fold again!
3 We are his people, we his care,
Our souls and all our mortal frame;
What equal honours shall we rear,
Almighty Saviour, to thy Name!
4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heav'ns our voices raise;
And had we twice ten thousand tongues,
They all should sound thy boundless praise!
5 Wide as the heav'ns is thy command!
Vast as eternity thy love!
Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move!
"Love never faileth." 1 Cor. xiii. 8.
1 THOU boundless ocean-LOVE DIVINE! From thee, in one unebbing tide, Blessings on blessings I receive,
And over all-Thyself beside!
2 From thee my earthly comforts come;Health, wealth, and friends, this Love bestows:
And trouble too-that sacred gift,
From this same gracious fountain flows!
3 From thee, alone, my cheerful health,
That gaily gladdens all around:
Nor less from thee, my sickly hours,
In which no gladness can be found!
4 Thou art the prosp'rous tide that brings
Havilah's gold to Zion's shore:
Nor is it less the work of Love
That keeps the sons of Zion poor!
5 'Tis this great Love that bids our friends
With smiles to bless our cheerful lives:
But love as great bids Shimei curse,
Then, blessing for his cursing gives!
6 By thee, my Love, my soul is from
The curse, and pow'r of sin set free:
Nor less the love when both I feel,
To make me feel more need of thee!
7 But, O! 'twere endless to recount
The blessings LOVE DIVINE hath given!
Things present, past, to come, are mine-
All things below, and all in Heaven!
1 HAPPINESS! thou lovely name,
Where's thy seat, O tell me where?
Learning, pleasure, wealth, and fame,
All give proof it is not there.
2 Not the wisdom of the wise
Can inform me where it lies;
Not the grandeur of the great
Can the bliss I seek create.
3 Object of my soul's desire,-
Jesus crucify'd for me!
All to happiness aspire,
But she's only found in thee!
4 Thee to trust, and thee to know,
Constitutes my peace below!
Thee to see, and thee to love,
Constitutes my heav'n above!
5 Lord, it is not life to live,
If thy presence thou deny!
Lord, if thou thy presence give,
'Tis no longer death to die!
6 Source and Giver of repose,
Only from Thyself it flows;
Happiness complete is Thine!
Mine it is, for Thou art mine!
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