Nor merely our wants has Jesus supplied,
He gives us enough for pleasures beside;
All nature stands ready to render us aid,
And all the creation our servant is made.
Come, then, O my soul, his goodness confess!
To Jesus thy praise with rapture express;
For mercies he gives thee send praises above,
And let not the angels excel thee in love.
As we advance in wisdom's ways,
Thy love demands new songs of praise ;
Our pleasures, Joys, and hopes increase,
And all within is settled peace.
Our foes with weaker pow'r assail;
With strength increasing we prevail ;
Above our ev'ry tempter rise,
And press with zeal towards the skies.
Look we at death? 'tis with delight;
A gentle sleep, and short the night;
Angels support the feeble head,
Our souls have nothing here to dread.
Think we of judgment? happy day!
Joyful the summons we obey;
It is to meet the God we love,
And take our glorious crowns above.
Transporting thought! celestial state !
For this we live, for this we wait;
And while we take the happy road,
Our songs of praise ascend to God.
HAIL, happy day, the type of rest,
When all the faithful shall be bless'd,
And cease from toil and pain;
So we to-day the emblem prove,
Cease from all work, but praise and love,
And solid pleasure gain.
To-day our mighty Conqueror rose,
In triumph o'er his numerous foes,
And death a captive bound;
So we from ev'ry evil rise,
Mount up in thought towards the skies,
And walk on Zion's ground!
Begone, ye ev'ry worldly care ;
My soul to study, praise, and prayer,
To-day be wholly giv'n;
I'll humbly wait at Jesus' feet,
The saints in solemn worship meet,
And learn the way to heav'n.
Jesus will kindly condescend
To teach my soul, my heart amend,
And fill me with his love!
That ev'ry sabbath I may know,
An antepast of heav'n below,
The rest of saints above!
THOU God of mercy, loving, kind,
To save the fallen race inclin'd ; i
Mercy and love are thy delight,
And all thy ways are just and right.
Can Christ our God a Moloch be,
Pleas'd with his creatures' misery ?
Dooming nine-tenths of men that fell,
To burning flames and endless hell?
A God in wrath and vengeance dress'd,
In rage which cannot be express'd ?
Decreeing unborn souls to death,
Long ere they sinn'd, or drew their breath?
No, Lord, thy name and nature's love,
To all mankind thy bowels move;
Thy saving grace for all is free,
And none are doom'd to misery.
RISE, ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue,
Prepare a sweet angelic song;
Surprising mercies must require
An angel's lay, a seraph's fire.
See what the gracious God of heav'n
Hath now to his own Israel giv❜n;
No heart can feel, no tongue express,
The wonders of his love and grace.
In ev'ry age the Lord was kind,
And to his church reveal'd his mind;
But we enjoy a wond'rous store
Of mercies never known before.
The sun of heav'n illumes the soul,
Oceans of mercies sweetly roll;
The heav'nly streams of truth and love
Flow freely from the Fount above.
O happy day! we live to see
How kind to men our God can be :
His greatest mercies stand confess'd,
And Zion is divinely bless'd.
Thy truth and loving kindness, Lord,
We will with holy songs record;
To us are richest favours giv❜n,
And praises shall return to heav'n.
HYMN 265. P. M.
How charming the subject I sing,
How grand is the rapturous strain ;
Ye angels your eloquence bring,
With music enliven the plain :
In all its enchantments divine,
The subject you joyfully prove;
And happy the mortals that join
With you to taste conjugal love.
'Tis holy, seraphic, and pure,
It flows from the fountain of grace; The vile, the abandon'd impure,
With these it can never have place :
'Tis only enjoy'd by the mind,
In whom true religion is found; Nor here we the happiness find, Without a celestial ground.
Where then is the rapturous pair, Who conjugal pleasures possess? 'Tis found with the man and the fair, Whose only delight is to bless ; Whose love is so ardent a flame, That nothing can equal its fire ;
Whose will is in all things the same,
The same is their ev'ry desire !
United by Jesus alone,
In goodness, in truth, and in heart,
And both are so perfectly one,
Eternity never can part ;
Their union has love for its ground,
The love of the Lord to his bride ;
And hence in affection they're bound
So close, they can never divide.
YE nations round the earth rejoice Before the Lord, your sov'reign King : Serve him with cheerful heart and voice; With all your tongues his glory sing.
The Lord is God: 'Tis he alone
Doth life, and breath, and being give:
We are his work, and not our own ;
The sheep that on his pastures live.
Enter his gates with songs of joy,
With praises to his courts repair ;
And make it your divine employ,
To pay your thanks and honours there.
The Lord is good, the Lord is kind;
Great is his grace, his mercy sure:
And the whole race of man shall find
His truth from age to age endure.
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