2 In darkest shades, if thou appear, My dawning is begun; Thou art my soul's bright morning star, 3 The opening heavens around me shine 4 My soul would leave this heavy clay 5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death, 904 FAT Creating and redeeming love. S. M. ATHER, in whom we live, 2 Let all the angel throng Give thanks to God on high, While earth repeats the joyful song, And echoes through the sky. 3 Incarnate Deity, Let all the ransom'd race For thy redeeming grace. 4 The grace to sinners show'd, 905 Continued.-Unspeakable joy. PIRIT of holiness, Let all thy saints adore Thy sacred energy, and bless Thy heart-renewing power. 2 Not angel tongues can tell Thy love's ecstatic height,The glorious joy unspeakable, The beatific sight. 3 Eternal Triune Lord! Let all the hosts above, 4 When heaven and earth are fled Before thy glorious face, S. M. Sing, all the saints thy love hath made, Thine everlasting praise! 906 Praise,-delightful. C. M. M when I begin thy praise, Where will the growing numbers end,- 2 I trust in thy eternal word; Send down thy grace, O blessed Lord, 3 My feet shall travel all the length Of the celestial road; And march, with courage in thy strength, To see the Lord my God. 4 Awake! awake! my tuneful powers, And entertain the darkest hours, 907 10th P. M. 8 lines 8s. All-sufficiency of Jesus. OW tedious and tasteless the hours HOW When Jesus no longer I see! Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers, Have all lost their sweetness to me ; The midsummer sun shines but dim, December's as pleasant as May. 2 His Name yields the richest perfume, And sweeter than music his voice; His presence disperses my gloom, And makes all within me rejoice; I should, were he always thus nigh, Have nothing to wish or to fear; No mortal so happy as I, My summer would last all the year. 3 Content with beholding his face, Would make any change in my mind: If Jesus would dwell with me there. 4 My Lord, if indeed I am thine, Where winter and clouds are no more. 908 C. M. M God my all-sufficient portion. Y God, my portion, and my love, I've none but thee in heaven above, 2 What empty things are all the skies, And this inferior clod! There's nothing here deserves my joys, There's nothing like my God. 3 To thee I owe my wealth, and friends, And health, and safe abode : Thanks to thy Name for meaner things; 4 How vain a toy is glitt'ring wealth, 5 Were I possessor of the earth, 6 Let others stretch their arms like seas, And I desire no more. 909 Heaven upon earth. M To thee, to thee I call: Y God, my life, my love, I cannot live if thou remove, S. M. 2 Thy shining grace can cheer 3 The smilings of thy face, How amiable they are! 'Tis heaven to rest in thine embrace, And nowhere else but there. 4 To thee, and thee alone, The angels owe their bliss; 5 Not all the harps above 6 Nor earth, nor all the sky, 7 Thou art the sea of love, 910 0 The rapture of love. "TIS delight without alloy, My spirit leaps with inward joy; C. M. 2 My passions hold a pleasing reign, When love inspires my breast,Love, the divinest of the train, The sov'reign of the rest. 3 This is the grace must live and sing, When faith and hope shall cease, And sound from every joyful string Through all the realms of bliss. |