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3. Thy golden scepter from above
Reach forth; lo! my whole heart I bow; Say to my soul—“ Thou art my love
My chosen, 'midst ten thousand, thou." 4. O Jesus, full of grace! the sighs
Of a sick heart with pity view;
Mercy, Thou God of mercy, show!
Drest in the rays of mildest grace,
To meet the pleasures of His face.
The world in vain should bid me move,
'Till I were all transformed to love. 3. Then, mighty God, I'd sing and say,
What empty names are crowns and kings; Among them give these worlds away
These little despicable things. 4. I would not ask to climb the sky,
Nor envy angels their abode;
1. AWAKE, my soul ! lift up thine eyes;
See where thy foes against thee rise,
Awake, my soul ! or thou art lost. 2. See where rebellious passions rage,
And fierce desires and lusts engage;
3. Thou treadest on enchanted ground;
Perils and snares beset thee round;
But most the traitor in thy heart, 4. Put on the armor, from above,
Of heavenly truth, and heavenly love,
Dost thou not, Lord, glad souls possess !
We feel Thee in our joyfulness. 2. Our mirth is not afraid of Thee;
Our life rejoices to be bright;
But give full welcome to delight.
Dost Thou not deem them of rich worth? Our cheer flows on beneath Thine eye;
We feel accepted in our mirth. 4. We turn to Thee a smiling face,
Thou sendest us the smile again;
Thine own, the cheer of this glad strain.
T. H. GILL.
1. Sort be the gentle breathing notes,
That sing the Saviour's dying love;
Soft as the tuneful lyres above:
While the sweet lark exulting soars,
Be ev'ry sigh your bosom pours.
3. Pure as the sun's enliv'ning ray,
That scatters life and joy abroad;
That wide proclaims its Maker, God.
So true let your contrition be-
And fainting hope almost expires,
To Thee I breathe my soul's desires.
immortal soul is sure;
Here let me build, and rest secure.
Immovable the promise stands;
Can e'er dissolve the sacred bands.
If Jesus is forever mine,
Shall break a union so divine.
The vain delights of earth to share ;
That I should seek my pleasure there. 2. It was the sight of Thy dear cross,
First weaned my soul from earthly things; And taught me to esteem as dross
The mirth of fools, and pomp of kings.
3. I want that grace that springs from Thee,
That quickens all things where it flows,
Bloom as the myrtle, or the rose. 4. For sure, of all the plants that share The notice of
eye, None proves
less grateful to His care, Or yields Him meaner fruit than 1.
1. FOUNTAIN of grace, rich, full, and free,
What need I, that is not in Thee ?
which none can take away. 2. Doth sickness fill the heart with fear?
"T is sweet to know that Thou art near;
'T is sweet to feel that Christ hath died. 3. In life, Thy promises of aid
Forbid my heart to be afraid;
Christ rose, and I shall surely rise. 4. O, all-sufficient Saviour! be
This all-sufficiency to me;
L. M. Peculiar.
. 1. I now have found abiding rest,
For which I long was sighing,
My weary head is lying ;
And death and hell alarm me;
2. He whispers me—“I'm wholly thine,
And thou art Mine forever;
Confiding in My favor!
From My exhaustless treasures;
The pledge of endless pleasures.' 3. From Jesus and His love, who now,
By terrors to divide me,
Though conscience, too, arraigns me,
His arm of love sustains me.
Thy boundless grace adoring,
Our peace with God restoring.
Shall keep her constant dwelling;
Abroad Thy glories telling.
The glittering host bestud the sky,
Can fix the sinner's wandering eye.
From every host, from every gem;
It is the Star of Bethiehem. 3. Once on the raging seas I de,
The storm was loud, the night was dark ;
The wind that tossed my foundering bark,