HYMN CLVII. L. M. Thy Statutes have been my Song in the House of my Pilgrimage. I. THILE on the melancholy way, Thy laws, O LORD! have been my song. II. Though all the horrid shapes of fear, Yet I perceive thee at my side: Though shades of genuine night profound Enwrap my wretched head around, Thy hand alone shall be my guide. III. Though here the snares of faithless foes, And there extend the jaws of hell: 1v. Though from the dreadful storm to fly, Where I in safety may retire: Yet, while I wander through the gloom Thy statutes shall my voice inspire. V. My weary steps for ever tend The space is short, the toil is fong: HYMN CLVIII. C. M. I. ORD, thou with an unnerring beam My rising steps are watch'd by thee, II. My thoughts scarce struggling into birth, III. To thee the labyrinths of life Nor steals a whisper from my lips IV. Behind I glance, and thou art there; V. Such knowledge mocks the vain essays VI. Where from thy spirit shall I stretch Or where, thro' nature's spacious range, VII. Scal'd I the skies: the blaze divine If on a morning's darting ray IX. Thither. thine hand, All-present GOD, X. Should I involve myself around With clouds of tenfold night, The clouds would shine like blazing noon Before thy piercing sight. XI. The darkness scatters at thine eye, And light and shade alike appear XII. Thee will. I honour, for I stand XIII. How precious are the streaming joys HYMN CLIX. C. M. 1. NDULGENT father! how divine! How bright thy bounties are! Through nature's ample round they shine, Thy goodness to declare. II. But in the nobler works of grace, . III. Such wonders, LORD! while I survey, When morning ushers in the day, IV. When glimm'ring life resigns its flame, V. But oh how sweet my song VI. Not Seraphs, who resound thy name, HYMN CLX. C. M. FAIN 1. AIN would my soul enjoy her GOD, Be dead to this terrestrial clod, And tune her songs to endless grace: But oh these treach'rous ears and eyes Tempt some fresh snare where'er I go, Drink in the world's tumultuous cries, And fasten on its gilded shew. T |