4 There is a stream that issues forth
From God's eternal throne,
And from the Lamb, a living stream,
Clear as the crystal stone.
5 That stream doth water paradise;
It makes the angels sing;
One cordial drop revives my
Hence all my joys do spring.
Newton. Silver Street. St. Thomas.
Heavenly joy on earth.
1 COME, we who love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.
2 Let those refuse to sing,
Who never knew our God;
But fav'rites of the heav'nly King
Should speak their joys abroad.
3 The men of grace have found
Glory begun below:
Celestial fruits on earthly ground,
From faith and hope may grow.
4 The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heav'nly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.
5 Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high.
HMYN 206. L. M.
Portugal. Shoel.
Justice and equity. Matt. vii. 12. 1 BLESSED Redeemer! how divine, How righteous is this rule of thine, "Never to deal with others worse Than we would have them deal with us!" 2 This golden lesson, short and plain, Gives not the mind nor memory pain, And every conscience must approve This universal law of love.
3 Is reason ever at a loss?-
Call in self-love to judge the cause; Let our own fondest passion show How we should treat our neighbor too. 4 How bless'd would every nation prove, Thus rul'd by equity and love!
All would be friends, without a foe,
And form a paradise below.
HYMN 207. C. M.
York. Braintree.
Love to God. 1 Cor. xiii. 8.
1 HAPPY the heart where graces reign,
Where love inspires the breast;
Love is the brightest of the train,
And strengthens all the rest.
2 This is the grace that lives and sings,
When faith and hope shall cease;
'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings
In the sweet realms of bliss.
3 Before we quite forsake our clay,
Or leave this dark abode,
The wings of love bear us away
To see our smiling God.
1 EYE hath not seen, nor ear hath heard, From fancy 'tis conceal'd,
What thou, my Lord, hast laid in store,
And hast to me reveal'd.
2 I see thy face, I hear thy voice,
And taste thy sweetest love;
My soul doth leap; but Oh, for wings,
The wings of Noah's dove!
3 Then should I fly far hence away,
And leave this world of sin;
Then should my Lord put forth his hand, And kindly take me in.
4 Then should my soul with angels feast On joys that always last;
Bless'd be my God, the God of joy,
Who gives me here a taste.
1 THE ransom'd spirit to her home,
The clime of cloudless beauty, flies;
No more on stormy seas to roam,
She hails her haven in the skies:
But cheerless are those heav'nly fields,
The cloudless clime no pleasure yields,
There is no bliss in bow'rs above,
If thou art absent, HOLY LOVE!
2 The cherub near the viewless throne Hath smote the harp with trembling hand;
And One with incense-fire hath flown,
To touch with flame the angel-band:
But tuneless is the quiv'ring string,
No melody can Gabriel bring,
Mute are its arches, when above
The harps of heav'n wake not to Love!
3 Earth, sea, and sky one language speak,
In harmony that sooths the soul;
'Tis heard when scarce the zephyrs wake,
And when on thunders, thunders roll:
That voice is heard and tumults cease,
It whispers to the bosom peace;
O, speak, Inspirer! from above,
And cheer our hearts, CELESTIAL LOVE!
Consolation. Dismission.
Love to Christ.
1 MY gracious Redeemer I love,
His praises aloud I'll proclaim;
And join with the armies above,
To shout his adorable name:
To gaze on his glories divine,
Shall be my eternal employ-
To see them incessantly shine,
My boundless, ineffable joy.
2 He freely redeem'd, with his blood, ·
My soul from the confines of hell,
To live on the smiles of my God,
And in his sweet presence to dwell;
To shine with the angels in light,
With saints and with seraphs to sing;
To view with eternal delight,—
My Jesus, my Saviour, my King.
3 Ye palaces, sceptres, and crowns,
Your pride with disdain I survey;
Your pomps are but shadows and sounds;
And pass in a moment away:
The crown that my Saviour bestows,
Yon permanent sun shall outshine;
My joy everlastingly flows-
My God, my Redeemer is mine.
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