2 Then hearken to my voice,
Give ear to my complaint;
Thou bid'st the mourning soul rejoice,
Thou comfortest the faint.
3 I cast my hope on thee,
Thou canst-thou wilt forgive;
Were thou to mark iniquity,
Who in thy sight could live?
4 Humbly on thee I wait,
Confessing all my sin;
Lord, I am knocking at thy gate,
Open, and take me in.
5 Like them, whose longing eyes
Watch, till the morning star
Appears in view (tho' tempests rise,)
Heaven's portals to unbar:-
6. Like them I watch and pray,
And though it tarry long,
Catch the first gleam of welcome day,
Then burst into a song.
7 Glory to God above;
The waters soon will cease,
For, lo! the swift returning dove,
Brings home the sign of peace.
8 Though storms his face obscure,
And dangers threaten loud,
Jehovah's covenant is sure,
His bow is in the cloud.
1 WHERE Babylon's broad rivers roll,
In exile we sat down to weep,
For thoughts of Zion o'er our soul
Came like departed joys in sleep,
Whose forms to sad remembrance rise,
Though fled for ever from our eyes.
2 Our harps upon the willows hung,
Where, worn with toil, our limbs reclin'd; The cords, untun'd and trembling, rung With mournful music, on the wind; While foes, insulting o'er our wrongs, Cried-" Sing us one of Zion's songs.
3 How can we sing the song we love Far from our own delightful land? -If I prefer thee not above
My chiefest joy, may this right hand, Jerusalem!-forget its skill,
My tongue be dumb, my pulse be still,
LXIV. HYMN.-P. M.
1 Love divine, celestial nature,
Source of all sublime delights:
Love in Christ the Mediator,
God and man in love unites:
What are titles, pomp and riches,
When compar'd to Jesus' grace?
Tincel glare no more bewitches,
When our God unveils his face.
2 Sinful pleasures breed vexation:
But to taste of Jesus' love,
Affords a blest anticipation
Of the heav'nly state above:
God supreme, accept our praises,
Who doth ransom us from sin;
Who the dead in Jesus raises;
Man to thee by love thou'lt win.
8 Come ye angels, hovering o'er us,
Flutt'ring round with brilliant wings;
Blest with love, unite our chorus,
Strike it on your heav'nly strings:
Love of Father, Word and Spirit,
These in Christ united be;
Man shall all with him inherit,
Love and heav'nly purity..
LXV. HYMN.-C. M.
10 CHARITY! thou heavenly grace!
All tender, soft and kind!
A friend to all the human race,
To all that's good inclin'd!
2 The man of charity extends
To all, his liberal hand;
His kindred, neighbours, foes and friends,
His pity may command.
3 He aids the poor in their distress;
He hears when they complain;
With tender heart delights to bless,
And lessens all their pain,
LXVI. HYMN.-C. m. À 12 M
1 DID not the tear in Hagar's eye, As o'er her dying son she knelt, In speechless-silent agony,
Show what the anxious mother felt!
2 And when she softly breathed her prayers, Her tearful eyes upraised to heaven,
Did not the anguish beaming there,
Show how a mother's heart was riven?
3 Then when the sweetest accents fell, The voice from heaven-"thy son shall live!" Think ye an angel-tongue could tell,
The joys that bade her heart revive?
4 O! there's a something in the tear,
That dims a mother's kindling eye;
A charm so fraught with love-so dear,-
We weep-we know not care not why.
5 Yes-if a spark was ever given
To mortals, from the fires above;
If e'er a flower hath bloomed in heaven,
It is a mother's tender love.
LXVII. HYMN.-C. M.
1 O THOU whose tender mercy hears
Contrition's humble sigh;
Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears
From sorrow's weeping eye:
2 See! how before thy throne of grace
The wretched wanderers mourn;
Hast thou not bid us seek thy face?
Hast thou not said, Return?
3 And shall our guilty fears prevail
To drive us from thy feet?
Let not this precious refuge fail,
This only safe retreat.
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