1 JESUS, Lord, we look to thee,
Let us in thy name agree;
Shew thyself a Prince of peace,
Bid all jars for ever cease.
2 By thy reconciling love
Ev'ry stumbling block remove;
Each to each unite, endear;
Come, and spread thy banner here.
3 Make us of one heart and mind,
Courteous, pitiful, and kind,
Lowly, meek in thought and word,
Altogether like our Lord.
4 Let us each for other care,
Each another's burden bear;
To thy church the pattern give,
Shew how true believers live.
5 Let us then with joy remove
To thy family above,
On the wings of angels fly,
Shew how true believers die.
189. The Goodness of God.
WEET is the mem'ry of thy grace,
My God, my heav'nly King;
Let age to age thy righteousness
In sounds of glory sing.
2 God reigns on high, but not confines His goodness to the skies;
Through the whole earth his goodness shines, And ev'ry want supplies.
3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait
On thee for daily food;
Thy lib'ral band provides them meat,
And fills their mouths with good.
4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord!
• How slow thine
anger moves!
But soon he sends his pard'ning word,
To cheer the soul he loves.
5 Creatures, with all their endless race,
Thy pow'r and praise proclaim;
May we, who taste thy richer grace,
Delight to bless thy name.
1 WHEN darkness long has veil'd my mind, And smiling day once more appears,
Then, my Redeemer, then I find,
The folly of my doubts and fears.
2 Straight I upbraid my wand'ring heart,
And blush that I should ever be
So prone to act so base a part,
And harbour one 'hard thought of thee.
3 O let me then at length be taught,
What still I am so slow to learn,
That God is love, and changes not,
Nor knows the shadow of a turn.
4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat;
But when my faith is sharply try'd,
I find myself a learner yet,
Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide.
5 But O! my Lord, one look from thee
Subdues the disobedient will,
Drives doubt, and discontent away,
And thy rebellious worm is still.
6 Thou art as willing to forgive,
As I am ready to repine;
Thou therefore all the praise receive,
Be shame and self-abhorrence mine.
191. The Virtue of Christ's Blood. 1 THE fountain of Christ assist me to sing,
The blood of our Priest, our crucified King; Which perfectly cleanses from sin and from filth, And richly dispenses salvation and health.,
2 This fountain so dear he'll freely impart,
Unlock'd by the spear, it gush'd from his heart,
With blood and with water, the first to atone,
To cleanse us the latter; the fountain's but one.
3 This fountain from guilt not only makes pure,
And gives, soon as felt, infallible cure;
But if guilt removed return, and remain,
Its pow'r may be proved again and again.
4 This fountain unseal'd stands open for all
That long to be heal'd, the great and the small;
Here's strength for the weakly that hither are led;
Here's health for the sickly, here's life for the dead.
5 This fountain in vain has never been tried
It takes out all stain, whenever apply'd:
The water flows sweetly with virtue divine,
To cleanse souls completely, tho' lep'rous as mine.
192. Submission to Providence.
NAKED as from the earth we came,
And crept to life at first,
So to the earth we soon return,
And mingle with our dust.
The dear delights we here enjoy,
And fondly call our own,
Are but short favours borrow'd now,
To be repaid anon.
3 'Tis God that lifts our comforts high,
Or sinks them in the grave;
He gives, and blessed be his name!
He takes but what he gave.
4 Peace, all our angry passions, then;
Let each rebellious sigh
Be silent at his sov'reign will,
And ev'ry murmur die.
5 If smiling mercy crown our lives,
Its praises shall be spread;
And we'll adore the justice too
That strikes our comforts dead.
1 SEE how rude Winter's icy hand
Has stripp'd the trees, and seal'd the ground;
But Spring shall soon his rage withstand,
And spread new beauties all around.
2 My soul a sharper winter mourns;
Barren and lifeless I remain;
When will the gentle spring return,
And bid my graces grow again!
3 Jesus, my glorious sun, arise,
'Tis thine the frozen heart to move:
O! hush these storms, and clear my skies,
And let me feel thy vital love.
4 Dear Lord, regard my feeble cry;
I faint and droop till thou appear:
Wilt thou permit thy plant to die?
Must it be winter all the year?
5 Be still, my soul, and wait his hour,
With humble pray'r, and patient faith;
Till he reveals his gracious pow'r,
Repose on what his promise saith.
6 He, by whose all-commanding words,
Seasons their changing course maintain;
In ev'ry change a pledge affords,
That none shall seek his face in vain.
194. Welcome Cross.
1 IS my happiness below
Not to live without the cross;
But the Saviour's pow'r to know,
Sanctifying ev'ry loss:
Trials must and will befall;
But with humble faith to see
Love inscrib'd upon them all,
This is happiness to me.
2 God in Israel sows the seeds
Of affliction, pain, and toil;
These spring up, and choke the weeds
Which would else o'erspread the soil:
Trials make the promise sweet,
Trials give new life to pray'r;
Trials bring me to his feet,
Lay me low, and keep me there.
3 Did I meet no trials here,
No chastisement by the way;
Might I not, with reason, fear
I should prove a cast-away?
Bastards may escape the rod,
Sunk in earthly vain delight;
But the true-born child of God,
Must not, would not, if he might.
195. Praise to God thro' the whole of our Existence. 1 GOD of my life, through all my days,
My grateful pow'rs shall sound thy praise;
The song shall 'wake with op'ning light,
And warble to the silent night.
2 When anxious cares would break my rest,
And grief would tear my throbbing breast,
Thy tuneful praise I'll raise on high,
And check the murmur and the sigh.
3 When death o'er nature shall prevail,
And all the pow'rs of language fail;
Joy through my swimming eyes shall break,
And mean the thanks I cannot speak.
4 But O! when that last conflict's o'er,
And I am chain'd to flesh no more,
With what glad accents shall I rise,
To join the music of the skies!
5 Soon shall I learn th' exalted strains,
Which echo through the heav'nly plains,
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