The ways all rugged and perplex'd Through all the path I'll sing His Name, Till I the Mount ascend, Where toils and storms are known no more, And anthems never end! Philip Doddridge. 1755. X. THE COMMUNION OF SAINTS, "The Communion of Saints" (Apostles' Creed). CXXX. When Christ the Lord would come on earth, His messenger before Him went, The greatest born of mortal birth And charged with words of deep intent. The least of all that here attend A higher race, the sons of light, And we the children of the morn. And, as he boldly spake Thy word, And joyed to hear the Bridegroom's voice, Thus may Thy pastors teach, O Lord! And thus Thy hearing Church rejoice. Henry Alford. 1845. CXXXI. How rich Thy favours, God of grace, How various and Divine ! Full as the ocean they are pour'd, He to eternal glory calls, And leads the wondrous way Jesus, the Herald of His love, Displays the radiant prize, And shows the purchase of His Blood He perfects what His hand begins, The songs of everlasting years That mercy shall attend, Which leads, through sufferings of an hour, To joys that never end. Philip Doddridge. 1755. L CXXXII. PSALM LXXXIV. Pleasant are Thy courts above Happy birds that sing and fly They can to their ark repair, And enjoy it ever there. Happy souls! their praises flow Waters in the desert rise, Manna feeds them from the skies: On they go from strength to strength, Till they reach Thy throne at length, At Thy feet adoring fall, Who hast led them safe through all. Lord! be mine this prize to win! Sun and Shield alike Thou art; Guide and guard my erring heart! Henry Francis Lyte. 1834. CXXXIII. PSALM LXXXIV. Lord of the worlds above, My heart aspires To see my God. O happy souls that pray They praise Thee still; And happy they That love the way To Sion's hill. They go from strength to strength O glorious seat, When God our King Shall thither bring Our willing feet! Isaac Watts. 1719. CXXXIV. 'Tis Heaven begun below To hear Christ's praises flow To sing redeeming love, And cast our crowns before His throne! When we adore Him there, Nor faith, nor hope, nor patience need : Love in the midst of light, Oh! what sweet company With everlasting joy, Such as will never cloy, We shall be fill'd, nor wish for more; Bright as meridian day, Calm as the evening ray, Full as a sea without a shore. Till that blest period come, And may I never thence remove, To heaven at once I go, And there commune in perfect love! Joseph Swain. 1792. |