2 With tend'rest voice thou bad'st me flee The paths which thou could'st ne'er approve;
And gently drew my soul to thee,
With cords of sweet, eternal love.
3 Now to thy footstool, Lord, I fly,
And low in self-abasement fall;
A vile, a helpless worm, I lie,
And thou, my God, art all in all. 4 Dearer, far dearer to my heart,
Than all the joys that earth can give; From fame, from wealth, from friends I'd part,
Beneath thy countenance to live.
5 And when, in smiling friendship dress'd Death bids me quit this mortal frame, Gently reclin'd on Jesus' breast,
My latest breath shall bless his name.
6 Then my unfetter'd soul shall rise, And soar above yon starry spheres, Join the full chorus of the skies,
And sing thy praise thro' endless years.
Old things passed away. 2 Cor. v. 17.
1 LET carnal minds the world pursue,
It has no charms for me;
Once, I admir'd its trifles too,
But grace has set me free.
2 Its fading charms no longer please,
No more content afford;
Far from my heart be joys like these,
Now I have seen the Lord.
3 As by the light of op'ning day,
The stars are all conceal'd;
So earthly pleasures fade away,
When Jesus is reveal'd.
4 Creatures no more divide my choice-
I bid them all depart;
His name, and love, and gracious voice,
Have fix'd my roving heart.
5 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone,
And wholly live to thee;
Bnt may I hope that thou wilt own
A worthless worm like me!
6 Yes, though of sinners I'm the worst,
I cannot doubt thy will;
For, if thou had'st not lov'd me first,
I had refus'd thee still.
HYMN 374. L. M.
Kent. Bath. Truro.
1 NO more I ask, or hope to find,
Delight or happiness below:
Sorrow may well possess the mind,
That feeds where thorns and thistles grow.
2 The joy that fades is not for me,
I seek immortal joys above;
There, glory without end shall be
The bright reward of faith and love.
3 Cleave to the world, ye sordid worms,
Contented, lick your native dust;
But God shall fight, with all his storms,
Against the idol of your trust.
HYMN 375. S. M.
Song of Moses and the Lamb. Rev. xv. 3.
I AWAKE, and sing the song
Of Moses and the Lamb;
Wake, ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue,
To praise the Saviour's name.
2 Sing of his dying love;
Sing of his rising pow'r;
Sing, how he intercedes above,
For those whose sins he bore.
3 Sing, till we feel our heart
Ascending with our tongue;
Sing, till the love of sin depart,
And grace inspire our song.
4 Sing on your heavn'ly way,
Ye ransom'd sinners, sing;
Sing on, rejoicing every day,
In Christ, th' eternal King.
5 Soon shall we hear him say,
"Ye blessed children come;"
Soon will he call us hence away,
And take his wand'rers home.
6 Soon shall our raptur'd tongue
His endless praise proclaim;
And sweeter voices tune the song
Of Moses and the Lamb.
HYMN 376. C. M.
Clifford. St. Martin's.
1. OH, for a thousand tongues to sing
My dear Redeemer's praise;
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his grace!
2 My gracious Master, and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,
To spread through all the earth abroad
The honors of thy name.
3 JESUS, the name that calms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;
"Tis music in the sinner's ears;
'Tis life, and health, and peace.
4 He breaks the pow'r of reigning sin,
He sets the pris'ner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean;
His blood avail'd for me.
5 Let us obey, we then shall know,
Shall feel our sins forgiv'n:
Anticipate our heav'n below,
And own that love is heav'n.
Returning to Zion. Isa. xxxv. 10.
1 SING, ye redeemed of the Lord,
Your great Deliv'rer sing:
Pilgrims, for Zion's city bound,
Be joyful in your King.
2 A hand divine shall lead you`on,
Through all the blissful road:
Till to the sacred mount you rise,
And see your smiling God.
3 The garlands of immortal joy
Shall bloom on ev'ry head;
While sorrows, sighing, and distress,
Like shadows, all are fled.
4 March on in your Redeemer's strength; Pursue his footsteps still;
And let the prospect cheer your eye,
While lab'ring up the hill.
Pilgrim's Hymn. Somerset. Middleton. 1 CHILDREN of the heav'nly King, As ye journey, sweetly sing;
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.
2 Ye are trav'ling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod,
They are happy now, and ye
Soon their happiness shall see.
3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest,
You near Jesus' throne shall rest;
There your seats are now prepar'd,
There your kingdom and reward.
4 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand
On the borders of your land:
Jesus Christ, yonr Father's son,
Bids you undismay'd, Go on.
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