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60. Doubts scattered,&c. America. HENCE from my soul, sad thoughts be
gone, And leave me to my joys; My tongue shall triumph in my God,
And make a joyful noise. Darkness and doubts had veil'd my mind,
And drown'd mine eyes in tears; Till sov’reign grace with shining rays
Dispell’d my gloomy fears. Oh! what immortal joys I felt,
And raptures all divine,
And my Beloved mine!
And breaks my peace in vain ;
Revives my joys again. 61.
Evening Worship. Devizes. NOW, from the altar of our hearts,
Let incense flames arise;
Our evening sacrifice.
Awake our heart and tongue:
Break forth into a song.
Minutes and mercies multiply'd,
Have made up all this day;
More fleet and free than they.
Do a new song require:
Accept our heart's desire.
*New time npon our score;
When time shall be no more.
62. Christ's Passion
The Man of Grief condemn'd for you; The Lamb of God for sinners slain,
Weeping to Calvary pursue.
With nails they fasten to the wood-
Or only cover'd with his blood. See there, his temples crown'd with thorns,
His bleeding hands extended wide, His streaming feet transfixt and torn, The fountain gushing from his side.
The earth could to her centre quake,
Convuls'd while her Deliy'rer dy'd; O may our inmost nature shake,
And bow with Jesus crucify'd. The rocks could feel thy powerful death,
And tremble and asunder part: O rend with thy expiring breath,
The harder marble of our heart.
63. Sight of God and Christ in Heaven.
ESCEND from heaven, immortal Dove,
Stoop down, and take us on thy wings; And mount, and bear us far above
The reach of these inferior things. Oh! for a sight, a pleasing sight
Of our almighty Father's throne; There sits our Saviour, crown’d with light,
Cloth’d in a body like our own. Adoring saints around bim stand,
And thrones and powers before him fall; The God shines gracious thro' the Man,
And sheds sweet glories on them all. When shall the day, dear Lord, appear,
That we shall mount to dwell aboye; And stand and bow among them there,
And view thy face, and sing thy love?
64. Passion and Exaltation of Christ.
Your noblest music bring; 'Tis Christ the everlasting God,
And Christ the Man, we sing.
To take-away our guilt;
That hellish monsters spilt.
He bow'd his awful head :
When death itself is dead.
The cross and nails no more;
And all the heavens adore.
High on his Father's throne;
And smiles upon his Son.
Revenge, the blood of Abel cries : But the dear stream, when Christ was slain, Spake peace as loud, from ev'ry vein.
Pardon and peace, from God on high,
Take possession of thy home;