HYMN 211. Watts. L. M. Bath. Leeds. Love to Christ present or absent. 1 OF all the joys we mortals know, Jesus, thy love exceeds the rest; Love, the best blessing here below, The highest rapture of the blest. 2 While we are held in thine embrace, There's not a thought attempts to rove; Each smile that's seen upon thy face, Fixes, and charms, and fires our love. 3 When of thine absence we complain, And long, and weep, and humbly pray; There's a strange pleasure in the pain,Those tears are sweet which mown thy stay. 4 When round thy courts by day we rove, 5 Jesus, our God, descend and come; 7s. Newton. Pleyel's. Bath Abbey. 1 Do I love the Lord, or no? Am I his, or am I not? 2 If I love, why am I thus ? Why this dull, this lifeless frame? Hardly, sure, can they be worse, Who have never heard his name. 3 Could my heart so hard remain, Pray'r a task and burden prove― Ev'ry trifle give me pain If I knew a Saviour's love? 7 Lord decide the doubtful case! 8 Let me love thee more and more, If I love at all, I pray; If I have not lov'd before, HYMN 213. C. M. Clarendon. Springfield. Stennett. Without love I am nothing. 1 Cor. xiii. 1-3. 2 Tho' thou should'st give me heav'nly skill Each myst'ry to explain, Had I no heart to do thy will, No faith could do me real good, 4 Oh, grant me then this one request, That love divine may rule my breast, HYMN 214. S. M. Toplady Watchman. Froome. Christian love. Gal. iii. 28. 1 LET party names no more 2 Among the saints on earth, Heirs of the same inheritance, With mutual blessings crown'd. 3 Let discord-child of hell! Be banish'd far away; Those should in strictest friendship dwell, Who the same Lord obey. 4 Thus will the church below Resemble that above, Where streams of pleasure ever flow, Springfield. Newmark. Barby. Swain. 1 HOW sweet, how heav'nly is the sight, 2 When each can feel his brother's sigh, And with him bear a part: When sorrows flow from eye to eye, 3 When free from envy, scorn, and pride, Our wishes all above, Each can his brother's failings hide, 4 Let love in one delightful stream, And union sweet, and dear esteem, 5 Love is the golden chain that binds And he's an heir of heaven who finds Peace of Conscience. Acts xxiv. 16. 1 SWEET peace of conscience, heav'nly guest! Come, fix thy mansion in my breast; 2 Come, smiling hope, and joy sincere, 3 Thou God of hope, and peace divine, 4 Then, should mine eyes, without a tear, Bethesda. Edwin's. Raffles. 1 COME, heavenly peace of mind, I sigh for thy return; I seek, but cannot find The joys for which I mourn; |