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4 His head the finest gold excels,
There wisdom in perfection dwells;
Those temples once beset with thorns. 5 Compassions in his heart are found,
Hard by the signals of his wound;
The cruel scourge, the piercing spear. 6 His hands are fairer to behold
Than diamonds set in rings of gold;
Were nail'd, and torn, and bled for me. 7 Though once he bow'd his feeble knees,
Loaded with sins and agonies ;
His legs like marble pillars stand. 8 His eyes are majesty and love,
The eagle temper'd with the dove :
Through those dear windows of his soul. 9 His mouth, that pour'd out long complaints,
Now smiles, and cheers his fainting saints:
Than Lebanon with all its trees. 10 All over glorious is my Lord,
Must be belov'd, and yet ador'd;
589. Christ unseen and beloved. 1 Pet. i. 8.
Have we beheld the Lord ;
And love him in his word.
Of our Redeemer's face,
To dwell upon thy grace.
Our joys divinely grow,
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 ;
Still I am nothing without love. 3 Should I distribute all my store,
To feed the bowels of the poor,
To gain a martyr's glorious name; 4 If love to God, and love to men,
Be absent, all my hopes are vain;
591. The Love of Christ shed abroad in the Heart.
Eph. iii. 16, &c. (L. M.)
By faith and love in ev'ry breast;
APPY the heart where graces reign,
Where love inspires the breast;
And strengthens all the rest.
And all in vain our fear;
If love be absent there.
In swift obedience move ;
But Satan cannot love.
When faith and hope shall cease ;
In the sweet realms of bliss.
5 Before we quite forsake our clay,
Or leave this dark abode,
To see our smiling God.
593. The same. (C.M.)
Y God, what endless pleasures dwell,
Above at thy right hand !
Where all thy graces stand!
And chirps a cheerful note;
And tunes his warbling throat:
We shout with joyful tongues:
We crown the feast with songs.
We sing and mount on high;
We faint, and tire, and die.
Bemoan ber widow'd state,
And mourns her loving mate.
In restless circles rove;
When Jesus hides his love.
94. Divine Love experienced. Eph. iii. 19. (P.M.)
Whose depth unfathom'd no man knows,
At rest, till it find rest in thee.
That strives with thee my heart to share
heart from earth be free,
No more, but Christ in me may live!
Nothing desire or seek but thee.
My heart, that lowly waits thy call;
To taste thy love, be all my choice.
VIS a point I long to know,
Oft it causes anxious thought;