2 I love to meet him in his court,
And taste his heavenly love;
But still his visits seem too short,
Or I too soon remove.
3 He shines, and I am all delight;
He hides, and all is pain:
When will he fix me in his sight,
And ne'er depart again?
4 O Lord, I love thy service now;
Thy church displays thy power;
But soon in heaven I hope to bow,
And praise thee evermore.
HYMN 434. L. M. [357]
HOW pleasant, how divinely fair,
O Lord of Hosts, thy dwellings are!
With long desire my spirit faints,
To meet th' assemblies of thy saints.
2 My flesh would rest in thine abode;
My panting heart cries out for God;
My God, my King, why should I be
So far from all my joys and thee?
3 Blest are the saints, who dwell on high,
Around thy throne above the sky:
Thy brightest glories shine above,
And all their work is praise and love.
4 Blest are the souls that find a place
Within the temple of thy grace;
There they behold thy gentler rays,
And seek thy face and learn thy praise.
HOW did my heart rejoice to hear
My friends devoutly say,
"In Zion let us all appear,
And keep the solemn day !"
2 I love her gates, I love the road,
The church, adorned with grace,
Stands like a palace built for God,
To show his milder face.
3 Up to her courts, with joy unknown,
The holy tribes repair;
The son of David holds his throne,
And sits in judgment there.
4 He hears our praises and complaints;
And, while his awful voice
Divides the sinners from the saints,
We tremble and rejoice.
5 Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest;
With holy gifts and heavenly grace,
Be her attendants blest.
6 My soul shall pray for Zion still,
While life or breath remains;
Here my best friends, my kindred dwell
Here God, my Saviour, reigns.
HYMN 436. L. M. [330]
HEAD of thy Church, whose Spirit fills,
And flows thro' every faithful soul,
Unites in mystic love, and seals
Them one, and sanctifies the whole.
2 " 'Come, Lord," thy glorious Spirit cries,
And souls beneath the altar groan:
"Come, Lord," the Bride on earth replies,
"And perfect all our souls in one."
3 Pour out the promised gift on all, Answer the universal, "Come!"
The fullness of the Gentiles call,
And take thine ancient people home.
4 To thee let all the nations flow;
Let all obey the gospel word,
Let all their bleeding Saviour know,
Fill'd with the glory of the Lord.
GOD is the refuge of his saints,
When storms of sharp distress invade; Ere we can offer our complaints, Behold him present with his aid!
2 Let mountains from their seats be hurl'd Down to the deep, and buried there,Convulsions shake the solid world,— Our faith shall never yield to fear. 3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar, In sacred peace our souls abide; While every nation, every shore,
Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide.
4 There is a stream whose gentle flow
Supplies the city of our God:
Life, love, and joy still gliding through,
And watering our divine abode.
5 Zion enjoys her Monarch's love,
Secure against the threat'ning hour;
Nor can her firm foundation move,
Built on his faithfulness and power.
HYMN 438. S. M. [324]
WHO in the Lord confide,
And feels his sprinkled blood,
In storms and hurricanes abide,
Firm as the mount of God:
Steadfast, and fix'd and sure,
His Zion cannot move;
His faithful people stand secure
In Jesus' guardian love.
2 As round Jerusalem
The hilly bulwarks rise,
So God protects and covers them
From all their enemies.
On every side he stands,
And for his Israel cares;
And safe in his almighty hands
Their souls for ever bears.
3 But let them still abide
In thee, all-gracious Lord,
Till every soul is sanctified,
And perfectly restored.
The men of heart sincere,
Continue to defend;
And do them good and save them here,
And love them to the end.
HYMN 439. L. M. [303]
HAPPY the souls that first believed,
To Jesus and each other cleaved;
Join'd by the unction from above,
In mystic fellowship of love.
2 Meek, simple followers of the Lamb,
They lived, and spake, and thought the same;
They joyfully conspired to raise
Their ceaseless sacrifice of praise.
3 With grace abundantly endued,
A pure, believing multitude,
They all were of one heart and soul,
And only love inspired the whole.
4 O what an age of golden days!
O what a choice, peculiar race!
Wash'd in the Lamb's all-cleansing blood,
Anointed Kings and Priests to God!
HYMN 440. L. M. [304]
YE different sects who all declare,
"Lo here is Christ!" or, "Christ is there!"
Your stronger proofs, divinely give,
And show me where the Christians live.
2 Your claim, alas! ye cannot prove;
Ye want the genuine mark of love:
Thou only, Lord, thine own canst show,
For sure thou hast a church below.
3 The gates of hell cannot prevail;
The church on earth can never fail ;
Ah! join me to thy secret ones!
Ah! gather all thy living stones!
4 Scatter'd o'er all the earth they lie,
Till thou collect them with thine eye;
Draw by the music of thy name,
And charm into a beauteous frame.
5 For this the pleading Spirit groans,
And cries in all thy banish'd ones:
Greatest of gifts, thy love, impart,
And make us of one mind and heart.
HYMN 441. L. M. [335]
BRETHREN in Christ, and well-beloved,
To Jesus and his servants dear,
Enter, and show yourselves approved ;
Enter, and find that God is here.
2 Welcome from earth; lo, the right hand
of fellowship to you we give!
With open hearts and hands we stand,
And you in Jesus' name receive.
3 Say, are your hearts resolved as ours? Then let them burn with sacred love, Then let them taste the heavenly powers, Partakers of the joys above.
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