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4 His head the finest gold excels,

There wisdom in perfection dwells;
And glory, like a crown, adorns

Those temples once beset with thorns. 5 Compassions in his heart are found,

Hard by the signals of his wound;
His sacred side no more shall bear

The cruel scourge, the piercing spear. 6 His hands are fairer to behold

Than diamonds set in rings of gold;
Those heav'nly hands that on the tree

Were nail'd, and torn, and bled for me. 7 Though once he bow'd his feeble knees,

Loaded with sins and agonies ;
Now on the throne of his command,

His legs like marble pillars stand. 8 His eyes are majesty and love,

The eagle temper'd with the dove :
No more shall trickling sorrows roll,

Through those dear windows of his soul. 9 His mouth, that pour'd out long complaints,

Now smiles, and cheers his fainting saints:
His countenance more graceful is

Than Lebanon with all its trees. 10 All over glorious is my Lord,

Must be belov'd, and yet ador'd;
His worth if all the nations knew,
Sure the whole earth would love him too.

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589. Christ unseen and beloved. 1 Pet. i. 8.

(S. M.)
1
NOT with or mortal eyes

Have we beheld the Lord ;
Yet we rejoice to hear his name,

And love him in his word.
2 On earth we want the sight

Of our Redeemer's face,
Yet, Lord, our inmost thoughts delight

To dwell upon thy grace.
3 And when we taste thy love,

Our joys divinely grow,
Unspeakable, like those above,

And heav'n begins below. 590. Religion vain without Love. 1 Cor. xiii. 1—3.

(L.M.) 1 HAD

AD I the tongues of Greeks and Jews,

And nobler speech than angels use, If love be absent, I am found,

Like tinkling brass, an empty sound. 2 Were I inspir'd to preach and tell

All that is done in heav'n and hell ;
Or could my faith the world remove,

Still I am nothing without love. 3 Should I distribute all my store,

To feed the bowels of the poor,
Or give my body to the flame,

To gain a martyr's glorious name; 4 If love to God, and love to men,

Be absent, all my hopes are vain;
Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal,
The work of love can e'er fulfil.

591. The Love of Christ shed abroad in the Heart.

Eph. iii. 16, &c. (L. M.)
COM
YOME, dearest Lord, descend and dwell

By faith and love in ev'ry breast;
Then shall we know, and taste, and feel,
The joys that cannot be express'd.
Come, fill our hearts with inward strength,
Make our enlarged souls possess,
And learn the height, and breadth, and length,
Of tbine unmeasurable grace.
Now to the God, whose pow'r can do
More than our thoughts or wishes know,
Be everlasting honours done
By all the church, through Christ his Son.
592. Love to God. (C. M.)

APPY the heart where graces reign,

Where love inspires the breast;
Love is the brightest of the train,

And strengthens all the rest.
2 Knowledge, alas ! 'tis all in vain,

And all in vain our fear;
Our stubborn sins will fight and reign,

If love be absent there.
3 'Tis love that makes our cheerful feet

In swift obedience move ;
The devils know, and tremble too,

But Satan cannot love.
4 This is the grace that lives and sings,

When faith and hope shall cease ;
'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings

In the sweet realms of bliss.

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5 Before we quite forsake our clay,

Or leave this dark abode,
The wings of love bear us away,

To see our smiling God.

593. The same. (C.M.)
1
MY

Y God, what endless pleasures dwell,

Above at thy right hand !
Thy courts below, how amiable,

Where all thy graces stand!
2 The swallow near thy temple lies,

And chirps a cheerful note;
The lark mounts upwards to the skies,

And tunes his warbling throat:
3 And we, when in thy presence, Lord, ,

We shout with joyful tongues:
Or sitting round our Father's board,

We crown the feast with songs.
4 While Jesus shines with quick’ning grace,

We sing and mount on high;
But if a frown becloud his face,

We faint, and tire, and die.
5 Just as we see the lonesome dove,

Bemoan ber widow'd state,
Wand'ring, she flies thro' all the grove,

And mourns her loving mate.
6. Just so our thoughts from thing to thing

In restless circles rove;
Just so we droop and hang the wing,

When Jesus hides his love.

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94. Divine Love experienced. Eph. iii. 19. (P.M.)
THOU
I THOU hidden love of God, whose height,

Whose depth unfathom'd no man knows,
I see from far thy beauteous light,
Inly I sigh for thy repose:
My heart is pain’d, nor can it be,

At rest, till it find rest in thee.
2 Is there a thing beneath the sun,

That strives with thee my heart to share
Ah! tear it thence, and reign alone,
The Lord of every motion there:
Then shall

my

heart from earth be free,
When it has found repose in thee.
3 0 hide this self from me, that I

No more, but Christ in me may live!
My vile affections crucify,
Nor let one darling sin survive;
In all things may I nothing see,

Nothing desire or seek but thee.
4 Each moment draw from earth away,

My heart, that lowly waits thy call;
Speak to my inmost soul, and say-
I am thy love, thy God, thy all.
To feel thy power, to hear thy voice,

To taste thy love, be all my choice.
95. Lovest thou me. John xxi. 16. (P. M.)
1
'TIS

VIS a point I long to know,

Oft it causes anxious thought;
Do I love the Lord, or no?
Am I bis, or am I not?

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