Not thus could heaven's sweet harmony Delight my listening ear.
4 Thanks to my God for every gift His bounteous hands bestow; And thanks eternal for that love Whence all those comforts flow. 5 For ever let my grateful heart His boundless grace adore,
Which gives ten thousand blessings now, And bids me hope for more.
1 SOVEREIGN of all the worlds on high Allow my humble claim;
Nor, when I raise my guilty head, Disdain a father's name.
2 My Father-God! how sweet the sound! How tender and how dear!
Not all the harmony of heaven Could so delight the ear.
3 Come, sacred Spirit, seal the name On my expanding heart;
And show that in Jehovah's grace I share a filial part.
4 Cheered by a signal so divine, Unwavering I believe ;
And Abba, Father, humbly cry; Nor can the sign deceive.
God the Portion of the Soul.
Y God, the spring of all my joys, The life of my delights,
The glory of my brightest days, And comfort of my nights,-
2 In darkest shades, if thou appear, My dawning is begun;
Thou art my soul's bright morning star, And thou my rising sun.
3 The opening heavens around me shine With beams of sacred bliss,
While Jesus shows his heart is mine, And whispers I am his!
4 My soul would leave this heavy clay, At that transporting word; Run up with joy the shining way, And haste to meet my Lord. 5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death, I'd break through every foe; The wings of love and arms of faith Should bear me conqueror through.
God all in all. Ps. lxxiii. 25.
1 MY God, my life, my love, To thee, to thee I call;
I cannot live, if thou remove, For thou art all in all.
2 Thy shining grace can cheer This dungeon where I dwell; "Tis paradise when thou art here; If thou depart, 'tis hell.
3 To thee, and thee alone,
The angels owe their bliss ; They sit around thy gracious throne, And dwell where Jesus is.
4 Not all the harps above
Can make a heavenly place, If God his residence remove, Or but conceal his face. 5 Nor earth, nor all the sky, Can one delight afford, No, not a drop of real joy, Without thy presence, Lord.
6 Thou art the sea of love, Where all my pleasures roll; The circle where my passions move, And centre of my soul.
Joy in God. Ps. lxxiii. 25.
1 MY God, my portion, and my love, My everlasting all,
I've none but thee in heaven above, Or on this earthly ball.
2 What empty things are all the skies, And this inferior clod!
There's nothing here deserves my joys, There's nothing like my God.
3 In vain the bright, the burning sun Scatters his feeble light;
'Tis thy sweet beams create my noon, If thou withdraw, 'tis night. 4 And while upon my restless bed Among the shades I roll,
If my Redeemer shows his head, 'Tis morning with my soul.
5 To thee we owe our wealth and friends And health and safe abode; Thanks to thy name for meaner things, But they are not my God.
6 How vain a toy is glittering wealth, If once compared to thee! Or what's my safety, or my health, Or all my friends to me?
7 Were I possessor of the earth, And called the stars my own, Without thy graces and thyself, I were a wretch undone.
8 Let others stretch their arms like seas,
in all the shore;
Grant me the visits of thy face,
HE Lord our God is full of might,
THE The winds obey his will;
He speaks, and in his heavenly height, The rolling sun stands still.
2 Rebel, ye waves-and o'er the land With threatening aspect roar: The Lord uplifts his awful hand,
And chains you to the shore.
3 Howl, winds of night, your force combine; Without his high behest,
Ye shall not, in the mountain pine, Disturb the sparrow's nest.
4 His voice sublime is heard afar, In distant peals it dies;
He yokes the whirlwinds to his car, And sweeps the howling skies.
5 Ye nations, bend-in reverence bend; Ye monarchs, wait his nod; And bid the choral song ascend To celebrate your God.
MORTALS, awake, with angels join, chant the solemn lay;
Joy, love, and gratitude combine To hail th' auspicious day.
2 In heaven the rapturous song began, And sweet seraphic fire
Through all the shining legions ran, And strung and tuned the lyre.
3 Swift through the vast expanse it flew, And loud the echo rolled;
The theme, the song, the joy was new, 'Twas more than heaven could hold. 4 Down through the portals of the sky Th' impetuous torrent ran; And angels flew, with eager joy, To bear the news to man. 5 Hark, the cherubic armies shout, And glory leads the song ;
Good-will and peace are heard throughout Th' harmonious angel throng.
6 Oh for a glance of heavenly love Our hearts and songs to raise; Sweetly to bear our souls above, And mingle with their lays.
7 Hail, Prince of life, forever hail, Redeemer, brother, friend;
Though earth and time and life should fail, Thy praise shall never end.
1 HARK! what mean those holy voices, Sweetly sounding through the skies? Lo, th' angelic host rejoices; Heavenly hallelujahs rise!
2 Christ is born, the great Anointed; Him, in bursts of praise, they sing; He hath come, of God appointed Saviour, Prophet, Priest, and King. S Sinners, learn that song of glory;
Hail the heavenly kingdom nigh: Spread abroad the wondrous story; Shout in praise to God most high.
90 1 HARK! the herald angels sing Glory to the new-born King; Peace on earth and mercy mild- God and sinners reconciled."
2 Joyful, all ye nations rise, Join the triumph of the skies; With th' angelic host proclaim, "Christ is born in Bethlehem!" 3 Vailed in flesh the Godhead see; Hail th' incarnate Deity! Pleased as man with men to dwell, Jesus, our Immanuel.
4 Mild, he lays his glory by,
Born that man no more may die; Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth. 5 Sing we then-with angels sing Glory to the new-born King: Glory in the highest heaven, Peace on earth, and man forgiven.
The Star of the East.-Matt. ii. 2. RIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning— Guide where the infant Redeemer is laid.
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