4 Since thou so kind and watchful art,
To keep my head, protect my heart,
And guard my very hair;
Teach me with child-like mind to sit,
And sing at my dear Saviour's feet,
Without distrust or fear.
5 So, like a pilgrim, let me wait,
Contented well in ev'ry state,
Till all my warfare ends;
Keep in a calm and cheerful mood,
And find that all things work for good,
Which Jesus kindly sends.
The Enjoyment of Christ.
1 LORD, what a heav'n of saving grace
Shines through the beauties of thy face,
And lights our passions to a flame!
Lord, how we love thy charming name!
2 When I can say my God is mine,
When I can feel thy glories shine,
I tread the world beneath my feet,
And all that earth calls good or great.
3 While such a scene of sacred joys
Our raptur'd eyes and ears employs,
Here we could sit and gaze away
A long, an everlasting day!
4 Well, we shall quickly pass the night
To the fair coasts of perfect light;
Then shall our joyful senses rove
O'er the dear object of our love.
5 There shall we drink full draughts of bliss,
And pluck new life from heavenly trees!
Yet now and then, dear Lord, bestow
A drop of heav'n on worms below!
6 Send comforts down from thy right hand,
While we pass through this barren land;
And in thy temple let us see
A glimpse of love, a glimpse of thee!
1 ALL hail the pow'r of Jesu's name,
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him Lord of all!
2 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God,
Who from his altar call;
Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,
And crown him Lord of all!
3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
A remnant weak and small,
Hail him who saves you by his grace,
And crown him Lord of all!
4 Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall;
Go spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him Lord of all!
5 Babes, men, and sires, who know his love,
Who feel your sin and thrall,
Now joy with all the hosts above,
And crown him Lord of all!
6 Let ev'ry kindred, ev'ry tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,
And crown him Lord of all!
70 that, with yonder sacred throng,
We at his feet may fall,
To join the everlasting song,
And crown him Lord of all!
1 YE happy souls, that stand within
Salvation's sacred wall,
For ever praise your gracious King,
And crown him Lord of all!
2 Ye who temptations sore endure,
And find your faith but small,
His faithfulness will you secure;
Then crown him Lord of all!
3 Ye hungry, thirsty, poor, and weak,
Attend your Saviour's call;
You soon shall find the Lord you seek,
And crown him Lord of all!
4 Ye mourning souls, who taste with grief The wormwood and the gall;
Of sinners Jesus saves the chief:
O crown him Lord of all!
5 Though crimson sins increase your guilt, And painful is your thrall,
For broken hearts his blood was spilt;
O crown him Lord of all!
6 Not one that loves and fears his name,
But at his feet shall fall,
In endless bliss, to bless the Lamb,
And crown him Lord of all!
1 LOFTY sinners love to talk
Of their wisdom and their walk,
They of might and merit boast;
But the scriptures say they're lost.
2 From the word of God I know
Man is weak and helpless too;
Man is obstinately blind
'Till the light of Christ he find.
3 Something once I seem'd to have,
And to Jesus something gave;
Now I tell, to great and small,
Jesus Christ is all in all.
4 All my wisdom to direct,
All my power to protect;
All the merit I can claim,
All my hope, is in his name.
5 Bountiful is Zion's King,
All he is in every thing,
Giveth eyes to see my way,
Will and pow'r to watch and pray
6 Will and pow'r to love the Lord,
Will and pow'r to trust his word,
Will and pow'r to run the race;
Glory be unto his grace!
In that day there shall be a fountain opened, &c.
Zech. xiii. 1. [Tune, Zion's Fountain.
THERE
HERE is a fountain fill'd with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins,
And sinners, plung'd beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.
2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see
That fountain in his day;
O may I there, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away!
3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood
Shall never lose its pow'r
'Till all the ransom'd church of God
Be sav'd to sin no more!
4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.
5 But, when this lisping stamm'ring tongue
Lies silent in the grave,
›Then, in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing thy pow'r to save!
1 FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss
Thy sov'reign will denies,
Accepted at thy throne of grace,
Let this petition rise:
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