Which kings and prophets waited for,
And sought but never found!

How blessed are our eyes,
That see this heav'nly light;
Prophets and kings desir'd it long,
But dy'd without the sight..

5

The watchmen join their voice, And tuneful notes employ; Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, And desarts learn the joy,

6

The Lord makes bare his arm Through all the earth abroad; Let ev'ry nation now behold Their Saviour and their God.

HYMN 343. L. M.

THE voice of my beloved sounds
Over the rocks and rising grounds;
O'er hills of guilt and seas of grief,
He leaps, he flies, to my relief.

2

Now through the veil of flesh I see
With eyes of love he looks at me :
Now in the gospel's clearest glass
He shows the beauties of his face.

3

Gently he draws my heart along,
Both with his beauties and his tongue;
Rise, saith my Lord, make haste away,
No mortal joys are worth thy stay.

4

The Jewish wint❜ry state is gone,

The mists are fled, the spring comes on,

The sacred turtle, dove we hear
Proclaim the new, the joyful year.

5

Th' immortal Vine of heav'nly root
Blossoms and buds, and gives her fruit ;
Lo, we are come to taste the wine;
Our souls rejoice and bless the Vine.

6

And when we hear our Jesus say,
"Rise up, my love, make haste away!"
Our hearts would fain outfly the wind,
And leave all earthly loves behind.

HYMN 344. L. M.

How sweetly along the gay mead
The daisies and cowslips are seen!
The flocks, as they carelessly feed,
Rejoice in the beautiful green !

2

The vines that encircle the bowers,

The herbage that springs from the sod,

Trees, plants, cooling fruits, and sweet flowers, All rise to the praise of my God.

3

Shall man, the great master of all,

The only insensible prove?

Forbid it, fair gratitude's call,

Forbid it, devotion and love.

4

The Lord, who such wonders can raise,
And still can destroy with a nod,
My lips shall incessantly praise,
My soul shall rejoice in my God.

HYMN 345. C. M.

My God, mine everlasting hope,
I live upon thy truth;

Thine hands have held my childhood up,
And strengthen'd all my youth.

2

New wonders, Lord, mine eyes have seen With each revolving year;

Thou know'st the days that yet remain, I trust them to thy care.

3

Wilt thou forsake my hoary hairs,
And leave my fainting heart?
Who shall sustain my sinking years,
If God my strength depart?

4

Down to the silent vale of death

Will be my next remove;
O, may these poor remains of breath
Declare thy wond'rous love;

5

Let me thy pow'r and truth proclaim
To the surviving age;
And leave a savour of thy name
When I shall quit the stage.

6

By long experience I have known
Thy sov'reign pow'r to save ;
At thy command I venture down
Securely to the grave.

7

When I am bury'd in the dust,
My flesh shall be thy care;

These with'ring limbs with thee I trust,
To raise them strong and fair.

HYMN 346. L.M.

GO, worship at Immanuel's feet,

See in his face what wonders meet !
Earth is too narrow to express
His worth, his glory, or his grace.

2

The whole creation can afford

But some faint shadows of my Lord;
Nature, to make his beauties known,
Must mingle colours not her own.

3

Is he compar'd to wine or bread?
Dear Lord, our souls would thus be fed :
That flesh, that dying blood of thine,
Is bread of life, is heav'nly wine.

4

Is he a Tree? the world receives
Salvation from his healing leaves;

That righteous Branch, that fruitful Bough,
Is David's root and offspring too.

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Is he a Rose? not Sharon yields
Such fragrancy in all her fields :
Or if the Lilly he assume,
The vallies bless the rich perfume.

6

Is he a Vine? His heav'nly Root
Supplies the boughs with life and fruit :
An everlasting union join

Each soul to Christ the living Vine ;

7

Is he the Head? Each member lives
Upon the vital power he gives ;
The saints below, and saints above,
Join'd by his Spirit and his love.

8

Is he a Star? He breaks the night, Piercing the shades with dawning light; I know his glories from afar,

I know the bright, the Morning-Star.

9

Is he a Fire? He'll purge my dross;
But the true gold sustains no loss :
Like a refiner shall he sit,

And tread the refuse with his feet.

10

Is he a Rock? How firm he proves !
The Rock of Ages never moves ;
Yet, the sweet streams that from him flow
Attend us all the desart through.

Is he a Way? He leads to God,
The Path is drawn in lines of blood!
There would I walk with hope and zeal,
Till I arrive at Sion's hill.

12

Is he a Door? I'll enter in ;

Behold the pastures, large and green;
A paradise divinely fair,

And all the sheep have freedom there.

13

Is he a Sun? His beams are grace,
His course is joy and righteousness :
Nations rejoice when he appears

To chase their clouds, and dry their tears.

14

Is he a Temple? I adore

Th' indwelling Majesty and pow'r;
And still to his most holy place

Whene'er I pray, I turn my face.