2 My gracious Saviour and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,
And spread, through all the earth abroad,
The honours of thy name.
3 Jesus, the name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;
"Tis music in the sinner's ears,
"Tis life, and health, and peace.
4 He breaks the power of cancell❜d sin, He sets the prisoners free:
His blood can make the foulest clean,
His blood avail'd for me.
585. Praise for the Displays of Grace. 1 Sam. vii. 12. (P. M.)
NOME, thou fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise :
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount,-O fix me on it,
Mount of God's unchanging love!
2 Here I raise my Ebenezer,
Hither by thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home:
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God:
He, to save me from the danger,
Interpos'd his precious blood.
3 Oh! to grace how great a debtor,
Daily I'm constrain'd to be!
Let that grace, now, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to thee!
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here's my heart-O take and seal it,
Seal it from thy courts above.
586. Rejoicing before the Cross. (P. M.)
WEET the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the cross I spend ;
Life, and health, and peace possessing,
From the sinner's dying Friend.
Here I'll sit for ever viewing
Mercy's streams, in streams of blood;
Precious drops my soul bedewing,
Plead and claim my peace with God.
2 Truly blessed is this station,
Low before his cross to lie;
While I see divine compassion
Floating in his languid eye:
Here it is I find my heaven,
While upon the Lamb I gaze;
Love I much? I've much forgiven,
I'm a miracle of grace.
3 Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears his feet I'll bathe;
Constant still in faith abiding,
Life deriving from his death:
May I still enjoy this feeling,
In all need to Jesus go;
Prove his wounds each day more healing,
And himself more deeply know.
587. The Fear of the Lord. Prov. xiv. 26. (C. M.) 1 HAPPY, beyond description, he
Who fears the Lord his God;
Who hears his threats with holy awe,
And trembles at his rod.
2 Fear, sacred passion, ever dwells
With its fair partner love;
Blending their beauties, both proclaim
Their source is from above.
3 Let terrors fright th' unwilling slave,
The child with joy appears;
Cheerful he does his father's will,
And loves, as much as fears.
4 Let fear and love, most holy God,
Possess this soul of mine;
Then shall I worship thee aright,
And taste thy joys divine.
588. The Description of Christ the Beloved.
1 THE wond'ring world inquires to know,
to
Why I should love my Jesus so:
"What are his charms," say they," above
"The objects of a mortal love?"
2 Yes, my beloved, to my sight,
Shows a sweet mixture, red and white:
All human beauties, all divine,
In my beloved meet and shine.
3 White is his soul, from blemish free;
Red with the blood he shed for me;
The fairest of ten thousand fairs ;
A sun amongst ten thousand stars.
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.
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.
589. Christ unseen and beloved. 1 Pet. i. 8.
OT with our mortal eyes
Have we beheld the Lord;
Yet we rejoice to hear his name,
And love him in his word.
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
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.
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