I've seen thy glory and thy power Not all the blessings of a feast, Not life itself, with all its joys, Can my best passions move; Or raise so high my cheerful voice As thy forgiving love. WATTS. HYMN CXII. THOU hidden love of God, whose height, 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. Each moment draw from earth away "I am thy love, thy God, thy all!" To feel thy power, to hear thy voice, To taste thy love, be all my choice. FROM THE GERMAN. HYMN CXIII. WHEN I survey the wondrous cross, And pour contempt on all my pride. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ my God; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood. See from his head, his hands, his feet, Were the whole realm of nature mine, Demands my soul, my life, my all! WATTS. HYMN CXIV. HEAR What the voice from heaven proclaims For all the pious dead; Sweet is the savour of their names, And soft their sleeping bed. They die in Jesus, and are blessed; Far from this world of toil and strife, End in a large reward. WATTS. HYMN CXV. Up to the fields where angels lie, Thy wondrous blood, dear dying Christ! Can make this load of guilt remove; And thou canst bear me where thou fly'st, On thy kind wings, celestial Dove! Oh! might I once mount up and see Had I a glance of thee, my God, Kingdoms and men would vanish soon, Vanish, as though I saw them not, As a dim candle dies at noon. |