3. Earth has a joy unknown in heaven-
The new-born peace of sins forgiven!
Tears of such pure and deep delight,
Ye angels! never dimmed your sight.
4. Ye saw of old, on chaos rise
The beauteous pillars of the skies';
Ye know where morn exulting springs,
And evening folds her drooping wings.
5. Bright heralds of th' Eternal Will,
Abroad His errand ye fulfill;
Or, throned in floods of beamy day,
Symphonious, in His presence play.
6. Loud is the song, the heavenly plain
Is shaken by the choral strain,
And dying echoes, floating far,
Draw music from each chiming star.
7. But I amid your choirs shall shine,
And all your knowledge will be mine;
Ye on your harps must lean to hear
A secret chord that mine will bear.
1. God named Love, whose fount Thou art, Thy crownless church before Thee stands, With too much hating in her heart,
And too much striving in her hands.
2. "Love as I loved you"-was the sound
That on Thy lips expiring sate!
Sweet words in bitter strivings drowned!
We hated as the worldly hate.
3. Yet, Lord, Thy wronged love fulfill,
Thy church, though fallen, before Thee stands; Behold, the voice is Jacob's still,
Albeit the hands are Esau's hands.
4. Hast thou no tears, like those be-spent
Upon thy Zion's ancient part?
No moving looks, like those which sent
Their softness through a traitor's heart?
5. No touching tale of anguish dear,
Whereby like children we may creep,
All trembling to each other near,
And view each other's face, and weep?
6. Oh, move us-Thou hast power to move-
One in the One Beloved to be;
Teach us the heights and depths of love:
Give Thine-that we may love like Thee!
1. THOU, whom my soul admires above
All earthly joy and earthly love-
Tell me, dear Shepherd, let me know,
Where do thy sweetest pastures grow?
2. Where is the shadow of that rock
That from the sun defends thy flock?
Fain would I feed among thy sheep,
Among them rest, among them sleep.
3. Why should thy bride appear like one
That turns aside to paths unknown?
My constant feet would never rove,
Would never seek another love.
4. The footsteps of thy flock I see;
Thy sweetest pastures here they be;
A wondrous feast thy love prepares,
Bought with Thy wounds, and groans, and tears.
5. His dearest flesh He makes my food,
And bids me drink His richest blood;
Here to these hills, my soul would come,
Till my Beloved leads me home,
1. My Lord, if Thou one moment leave, That moment I from Thee depart,— Fall into sin, Thy Spirit grieve,
And to the tempter yield my heart.
2. O, do not at a distance stand,
Or from my helpless soul remove;
Trouble and sin are hard at hand,
And naught can save me but Thy love.
3. Exposed continually to shame,
To fiends, and men, and passion's power:
O pluck the brand from out the flame,
Or turn aside the fiery hour.
4. I feel throughout my evil day
Temptation intimately near:
Oh could I without ceasing pray,
And always watch, and always fear!
5. Jesus, for this to Thee I cry;
Upon my thirsty, gasping soul,
Pour out Thy Spirit from on high,
And floods o'er all the desert roll.
1. JESUS! my Lord, my God, my All!
How can I love Thee as I ought!
And how revere this wondrous gift,
So far surpassing hope or thought?
2. O earth! grow flowers beneath His feet,
And thou, O sun, shine bright this day!
He comes! He comes! O Heaven on earth!
Our Jesus comes upon His way.
3. He comes! He comes! The Lord of Hosts, Borne on His throne triumphantly;
We see Thee, and we know Thee, Lord,
yearn to shed our blood for Thee!
4. Our hearts leap up; our trembling song
Grows fainter still; we can no more;
Silence! and let us weep-and die
Of very love, while we adore.
1. JESUS! and shall it ever be,
A mortal man ashamed of Thee?
Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine through endless days?
2. Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star;
He sheds the beams of light divine
O'er this benighted soul of mine.
3. Ashamed of Jesus! that dear Friend
On whom my hopes of heaven depend!
No; when I blush-be this my shame,
That I no more revere His name.
4. Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may,
When I've no guilt to wash away;
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.
5. Till then-nor is my boasting vain-
Till then I boast a Saviour slain!
And O may this my glory be,
That Christ is not ashamed of me!
1. FAITH, hope, and charity, these three,
Yet is the greatest charity;
Father of lights, these gifts impart
To mine and every human heart.
2. Faith, that in prayer can never fail,
Hope, that o'er doubting must prevail,
And charity, whose name above
Is God's own name, for God is love.
3. The morning star is lost in light,
Faith vanishes at perfect sight,
The rainbow passes with the storm,
And hope with sorrow's fading form.
4. But charity, serene, sublime,
Beyond the reach of death and time,
Like the blue sky's all-abounding space,
Holds heaven and earth in its embrace.
1. GOD of my life, whose gracious power Through varied deaths my soul hath led, Or turn'd aside the fatal hour,
Or lifted up my sinking head;
2. In all my ways Thy hand I own,
Thy ruling providence I see;
Assist me still my course to run,
And still direct my paths to Thee.
3. Whither, O whither should I fly,
But to my loving Saviour's breast!
Secure within Thine arms to lie,
And safe beneath Thy wings to rest.
4. I have no skill the snare to shun,
But Thou, O Christ my wisdom art;
I ever into ruin run,
But Thou art greater than
5. Foolish, and impotent, and blind,
Lead me a way I have not known;
Bring me where I my heaven may find—
The heaven of loving Thee alone.
1. How high Thou art! Our songs can own
No music Thou couldst stoop to hear ;
But still the Son's expiring groan
Is vocal in the Father's ear.
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