3 Eden, with all its beauteous groves, 4 But when his lovely bride appear'd, 5 What wise provision hast thou made, 6 Then will we join our hearts and hands In bonds of virtuous love; And whilst we live in peace below, HYMN CLXXVIII. Common Metre. b 1 NAKED as from the earth we came, 2 The dear delights we here enjoy, Are but short favours, borrow'd now, 3 'Tis God who lifts our comforts high, He gives, and, blessed be his name, 4 Peace, all our angry passions, then! Be silent at his sovereign will, 5 If smiling mercy crown our lives, WATTS. HYMN CLXXIX. Common Metre. b Vain Prosperity, or Forgetfulness of God. 1 NO, I shall envy them no more, Who grow profanely great; Though they increase their golden store, And shine in robes of state. 2 They taste of all the joys that grow Upon this earthly clod; In vain they search the creature through Whilst they forget their God. 3 Shake off the thoughts of dying too, But death comes hastening on to you, 4 Yes, you must bow your stately head, And no kind angel near your bed, 5 Go now, and boast of all your stores, Your heaps of glitt'ring dust are yours, And WATTS. HYMN CLXXX. Common Metre. The Holiness and Happiness of Heaven. 1 NOR eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard, 2 But the good Spirit of the Lord 3 Pure are the joys above the sky, 4 Not the malicious or profane, Nor thieves nor slanderers shall obtain 5 Those holy gates for ever bar 6 If we are wash'd in Jesus' blood, 7 We ask a persevering power, We would defile our hearts no more, * WATTS, varied. HYMN CLXXXI. Long Metre. * Christians the Sons of God. I NOT all the nobles of the earth, As those who bear the christian name. 2 To them the privilege is given, To be the sons and heirs of heaven; 6 Have I the honour, Lord, to be Father too. 7 So may my conduct ever prove Whilst all my brethren clearly trace STENNET. HYMN CLXXXII. Long Metre. * or b Divine Compassion to Sinners. 1 NOT to condemn the sons of men, Did Christ the Son of God appear; No weapons in his hands are seen, No flaming sword nor thunder there. 2 Such was the pity of our God, He lov'd the race of man so well, Of sins, and save our souls from hell. "I'll give you rest from all your toils, "And lead you to my heavenly home. 5" Ye shall find rest, that learn of me, "I'm of a meek and lowly mind; "But passion rages like the sea, "And pride is restless as the wind. 6 "Blest is the man whose shoulders take "My yoke, and bear it with delight;. "My yoke is easy to his neck, "My grace shall make the burden light." 7 Jesus, we come at thy command, With faith, and hope, and humble zeal, Resign' our spirits to thy hand, To rule and guide us at thy will. WATTS. |