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5 The Lord His people loves ;
His hand no good withholds
From holy, humble souls ;
L.M. 6 lines, triplets. C. WESLEY. 1798.
| Where'er Thou choosest to record
Thy Name, or place Thy house of prayer ! My soul outflies the angel-choir, And faints, o'erpowered with strong desire,
To meet Thy special presence there. 2 Happy the men, to whom 'tis given, To dwell within that gate of heaven,
And in Thy house record Thy praise ; Whose strength and confidence Thou art, Who feel Thee, Saviour, in their heart,
The Way, the Truth, the Life of grace : 3 Who, passing through the mournful vale, Drink comfort from the living well,
That flows replenished from above;
And each receives the crown of love!
How base the noblest pleasures there! How great the weakest child of Thine ! His meanest task is all divine,
And kings and priests Thy servants are. 5 The Lord protects and cheers his own,Their light and strength, their shield and sun ;
He shall both grace and glory give :
All, all is theirs, who upright live.
6 O Lord of Hosts, how blest is he Who steadfastly believes in Thee !
He all Thy promises shall gain : The soul, that on Thy love is cast, Thy perfect love on earth shall taste,
And soon with Thee in glory reign.
COWPER. 1779. TESUS, where'er Thy people meet, J There they behold Thy mercy-seat; Where'er they seek Thee, Thou art found,
And every place is hallowed ground. 2 For Thou, within no walls confined,
Inhabitest the humble mind;
And going, take Thee to their home. 3 Dear Shepherd of Thy chosen few !
Thy former mercies here renew;
The sweetness of Thy saving name.
To strengthen faith and sweeten care;
And bring all heaven before our eyes. 5 Behold, at Thy commanding word,
We stretch the curtain and the cord;
And bless us with a large increase.
Nor short Thine arm, nor deaf Thine ear ;
L.M. 6 lines. C. WESLEY. 1743.
And make Thy faithful mercies known : To Thee, through Jesus, we draw near,
Thy suffering, well-beloved Son,
In whom Thy smiling face we see,
In whom Thou art well pleased with me. 2 With solemn faith we offer up,
And spread before Thy glorious eyes,
That precious, bleeding Sacrifice,
And perfects all our souls in one.
Forgiveness in His blood, we have ;
Through Him, who died our souls to save,
And fill with all the life of God. 4 Father, behold Thy dying Son,
And hear the blood that speaks above!
Peace, righteousness, and joy, and love,-
And all Thou hast, and all Thou art. 34
And find, through Christ, salvation there. 2 Our spirits faint ; our sins prevail ;
Leave not our trembling hearts to fail ;
And still be found the sinner's Friend! 3 How blest Thy saints ! how safely led,
How surely kept, how richly fed !
How happy they who rest in Thee ! 4 Thy hand sets fast the mighty hills,
Thy voice the troubled ocean stills ;
5 The year is with Thy goodness crowned;
The clouds drop wealth the world around;
And Nature smiles, and owns her King. 6 Lord, on our souls Thy Spirit pour ;
The moral waste within restore;
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. 2 Might I enjoy the meanest place
Within Thy house, O God of grace,
Should tempt my feet to leave Thy door.
From foes without, and foes within. 4 All needful grace will God bestow,
And crown that grace with glory too ;
No real good from upright souls.
The glorious hosts of heaven obey,
| To our God the song of praise ;
2 Blessed be for evermore
That dread Name which we adore !
Through all lands, in every tongue. 3 O'er all nations God alone,
Higher than the heavens His throne;
Infinite in majesty ?
Yea, to earth He condescends ;
For the low and desolate.
With the princes of the land;
Set the meanest high in power. 6 He the broken spirit cheers ;.
Turns to joy the mourner's tears ;
78 & 6. C. Wisley. 1797.
His church on earth should praise :
And all His greatness show. 2 For Thy lovingkindness, Lord,
We in Thy temple stay;
Thy saving power display :
Thy works are all divine.