579. 6. Awake, awake, my tuneful powers! I'll entertain the darkest hours, C. M. 1. PLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair, Without one cheerful beam of hope, 2. With pitying eyes the Prince of grace He saw, and-O amazing love!- 3. Down from the shining seats above, 4. O for this love let rocks and hills 580. 5. Angels! assist our mighty joys; WATTS. But when you raise your highest notes, C. M. 1. HAPPY the heart where graces reign, 2. Knowledge, alas! 't is all in vain, WATTS. Our stubborn sins will fight and reign, 581. 582. 3. This is the grace that lives and sings, 4. Before we quite forsake our clay, The wings of love bear us away, C. M. 1. COME, shout aloud the Father's grace, WATTS. Soon shall you join the glorious theme, 2. God, the eternal, mighty God, Calls you His treasure and His joy, 3. My Father, God! and may these lips Not thus could heaven's sweet harmony 4. Thanks to my God for every gift C. M. HIGGINBOTHAM. 1. LORD! 't is an infinite delight To dwell whole ages in Thy sight, And feel Thy vital rays. 2. While the bright nation sounds Thy praise Sweet odors of exhaling grace, 583. 584. 3. Thy love a sea without a shore, 4. Show me Thy face, and I'll away Speak, Lord, and here I quit my clay, C. M. 1. JESUS-the name high over all, 2. Jesus-the name to sinners dear, 3. Oh that a dying world might know My voice shall His salvation show, 4. Happy, if with my latest breath C. M. 1. O COULD our thoughts and wishes fly Above these gloomy shades, WATTS. C. WESLEY. To those bright worlds beyond the sky, 2 There joys, unseen by mortal eyes, In ever-blooming prospect rise, 3. Lord, send a beam of light divine 4. Then shall, on faith's sublimest wing, To those bright scenes where pleasures spring, MRS. STEELE. 585. 586. C. M. 1. O COULD I find, from day to day, Then would my hours glide sweet away. 2. Lord, I desire with Thee to live In joys the world can never give, 3. Blest Jesus, come, and rule my heart, 4. Thus, till my last, expiring breath, And when my frame dissolves in death, C. M. HARTFORD SELECTION. 1. FROM Thee, my God, my joys shall rise, 2. The holy triumphs of my soul 587. 3. There, where my blessed Jesus reigns, In pleasure and in praise. 4. Millions of years my wondering eyes 5. My Saviour, every smile of Thine 6. Haste, my Beloved, fetch my soul C. M. 1. My God, my portion, and my love, I've none but Thee in heaven above, 2. In vain the bright, the burning sun WATTS. 'Tis thy sweet beams create my noon- 3. And while upon my restless bed 4. To Thee I owe my wealth and friends, Thanks to Thy name for meaner things, |