3 Beneath thy balmy wing,
O Sun of righteousness,
These happy souls shall sit and sing
The wonders of thy grace.
HYMN 438. 8, 7.
Love Divine. Tabernacle.
1 LOVE divine, all love excelling,
Joy of heav'n to earth come down'
Fix in us thy humble dwelling;
All thy faithful mercies crown;
Jesus, thou art all compassion,
Pure, unbounded love thou art:
Visit us with thy salvation,
Enter ev'ry trembling heart.
2 Breathe, Oh, breathe thy loving Spirit Into ev'ry troubled breast:
Let us all in thee inherit,
Let us find thy promis'd rest
Take away the love of sinning,
Take our load of guilt away;
End the work of thy beginning,
Bring us to eternal day.
3 Carry on thy new creation,
Pure and holy may we be;
Let us see our whole salvation,
Perfectly secur'd by Thee;
Change from glory into glory,
Till in heav'n we take our place;
Till we cast our crowns before Thee
Lost in wonder, love and praise.
Love Divine. Good Shepherd.
Grateful recollection. 1 Sam. vii. 12.
1 COME, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace ;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above:
Praise the mount-I'm fix'd upon it-
Mount of God's unchanging love.
2 Here I raise my Eben-Ezer,
Hither by thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger
Wand'ring from the fold of God;
He to rescue me from danger,
Interpos'd with precious blood.
3 Oh! to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrain'd to be!
Let that grace now, like a fetter,
Bind my wand'ring heart to thee:
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it-
Prone to leave the God I love-
Here's my heart-O take and seal it;
Seal it from thy courts above.
Braintree. Springfield. Clifford.
Isa. Iv. 12, 13.
1 MESSIAH! at thy glad approach,
The howling winds are still;
Thy praises fill the lonely waste,
And breathe from every hill.
2 The hidden fountains at thy call,
Their sacred stores unlock;
Loud in the desert, sudden streams
Burst living from the rock.
3 The incense of the spring ascends
Upon the morning gale;
Red o'er the hill the roses bloom,
The lilies in the vale.
4 Renew'd, the earth a robe of light,
A robe of beauty wears;
And in new heav'ns a brighter Sun
Leads on the promis'd years.
5 Let Israel to the Prince of Peace
The loud hosanna sing;
With hallelujahs, and with hymns
O Zion, hail thy King.
Shoel. Chatham. Sterling.
1 HARK! from yon wilds is heard the strain
Of joy and praise ascending high;
The song of Zion cheers the plain,
The desert breathes the contrite's sigh.
2 Now true Religion rears her throne,
Where superstition darkly trod;
And where His altar was unknown,
Unnumber'd temples rise to God.
3 Raise your glad songs, ye choirs, on high;
Salvation to the heathen flows;
Let anthems roll along the sky;
The desert blossoms like the rose.
HYMN 442. L. M.
Moreton. Kent. Luther's Hymn.
John iv. 35.
1 LIFT up your eyes, ye sons of light,
Behold the fields already white!
The glorious harvest now is come;
See ransom'd sinners flocking home.
2 Mov'd by the Spirit's softest wind,
Their hearts are all as one inclin'd;
Their former sins and follies mourn;
They bow, and to their God return.
3 Improve the harvest fleeing fast,
Ere yet the shining season's past,
When all the work of life shall end,
The last the long dark night descend.
HYMN 443. 8, 7,
Littleton. Jordan.
Zech. xiii. 1.
1 SEE, from Zion's sacred mountain, Streams of living water flow:
God has open'd there a fountain;
This supplies the plains below:
They are blessed,
Who its sov'reign virtues know.
2 Through ten thousand channels flowing, Streams of mercy find their way; Life, and health, and joy bestowing, Making all around look gay, ye nations!
Hail the long expected day.
3 Gladden'd by the flowing treasure,
All enriching as it goes:
Lo, the desert smiles with pleasure,
Buds and blossoms as the rose,
Ev'ry object
Sings for joy were'er it flows.
4 Trees of life the banks adorning,
Yield their fruit to all around;
Those who eat are sav'd from mourning,
Pleasure comes and hopes abound:
Fair their portion!
Endless life with glory crown'd.
HYMN 444. H. M.
Weymouth. Eagle Street.
1 HARK! hark!—the notes of joy
Roll o'er the heav'nly plains,
And seraphs find employ
For their sublimest strains;
Some new delight in heav'n is known;
Loud sing the harps around the throne.
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