7 From the earth our hearts they wean, Teach us on his arm to lean; Urge us to a throne of grace, Make us seek a resting-place. 8 In the mansions of our King Sweets abound without a sting; Thornless there the roses blow, And the joys unmingled flow.
The joy of the Lord is your strength. Joy is a fruit that will not grow
In nature's barren soil;
All we can boast, till Christ we know, Is vanity and toil.
2 But where the Lord has planted grace, And made his glories known,
There fruits of heavenly joy and peace Are found, and there alone.
3 A bleeding Saviour seen by faith, A sense of pard'ning love, A hope that triumphs over death, Give joys like those above.
4 To take a glimpse within the vail, To know that God is mine, Are springs of joy that never fail, Unspeakable! divine!
5 These are the joys that satisfy And sanctify the mind;
Which make the spirit mount on high, And leave the world behind.
6 No more, believers, mourn your lot; But, if you are the Lord's, Resign to them that know him not Such joys as earth affords.
1 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear!
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.
2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest.
3 Dear name! the rock on which I build, My shield and hiding place; My never-failing treasury, fill'd With boundless stores of grace!
4 By thee my pray'rs acceptance gain, Although with sin defiled;
Satan accuses me in vain,
And I am own'd a child.
5 Jesus! my Shepherd, Husband, Friend, My Prophet, Priest, and King, My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End! Accept the praise I bring!
6 Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought; But when I see thee as thou art I'll praise thee as I ought.
7 Till then I would thy love proclaim With every fleeting breath; And may the music of thy name Refresh my soul in death!
Confession and Prayer for National Calamities.
н, may the pow'r which melts the rock, Be felt by all assembled here!
Or else our service will but mock
The God whom we profess and fear!
2 Lord, while thy judgments shake the land, Thy people's eyes are fix'd on thee; We own thy just uplifted hand, Which thousands cannot, will not see. 3 How long hast thou bestow'd thy care On this indulg'd, ungrateful spot; While other nations, far and near, Have envied and admired our lot! 4 Here peace and liberty have dwelt, The glorious gospel brightly shone; And oft our enemies have felt
That God has made our cause his own.
5 But ah! both heaven and earth have heard Our vile requital of his love!
We, whom like children he has rear'd, Rebels against his goodness prove.
6 His grace despis'd, his pow'r defy'd, And legions of the blackest crimes, Profaneness, riot, lust, and pride, Are signs that mark the present times.
7 The Lord, displeas'd, has rais'd his rod; Ah, where are now the faithful few Who tremble for the ark of God, And know what Israel ought to do! 8 Lord, hear thy people ev'ry where, Who meet to mourn, confess, and pray; The nation and thy churches spare, And let thy wrath be turn'd away!
1 To those who know the Lord I speak, Is my Beloved near?
The Bridegroom of my soul I seek, Oh, when will he appear?
2 Though once a man of grief and shame, Yet now he fills a throne;
And bears the greatest, sweetest name, That earth or heaven has known.
3 Grace flies before, and Love attends His steps where'er he goes; Though none can see him but his friends, And they were once his foes.
4 He speaks! obedient to his call Our warm affections move; Did he but shine alike on all, Then all alike would love.
5 Then love in every heart would reign, And war would cease to roar; And cruel and blood-thirsty men Would thirst for blood no more.
6 Such Jesus is, and such his grace; he shine on you!
And tell him, when you see his face, I long to see him too!
The Way of Access.
1 ONE glance of thine, eternal Lord, Pierces all nature through;
Nor heaven, nor earth, nor hell, afford A shelter from thy view!
2 The mighty whole, each smaller part, At once before thee lies; And ev'ry thought of ev'ry heart Is open to thine eyes.
3 Though greatly from myself conceal'd, Thou seest my inward frame; To thee I always stand reveal'd Exactly as I am.
4 Since, therefore, I can hardly bear What in myself I see;
How vile and black must I appear, Most holy God, to thee!
5 But, since my Saviour stands between In garments dy'd in blood, 'Tis he, instead of me, is seen, When I approach to God.
6 Thus, though a sinner, I am safe; He pleads before the throne
His life and death in my behalf, And calls my sins his own.
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