1 LIKE morning, when the early breeze Breaks up the surface of the seas, That, in their furrows, dark with night, The day may sow the seeds of light,— 2 Thy grace can send its breathings o'er The spirit, dark and lost before; And freshening all its depths, prepare For truth divine to enter there.
3 Till David touched his sacred lyre, In silence lay the unbreathing wire; But when he swept its chords along, E'en angels stooped to hear the song. 4 So sleeps the soul, till thou, O Lord, Shalt deign to touch its lifeless chord; Till, waked by thee, its breath shall rise In music worthy of the skies.
Heavenly Glory on Earth.
1 COME, ye who love the Lord, And let your joys be known; Join in a song, with sweet accord, While ye surround the throne.
2 The sorrows of the mind
Be banished from this place; Religion never was designed To make our pleasures less.
3 The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets.
4 Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry;
We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high.
1 OMNISCIENT God, 'tis thine to know The springs whence wrong opinions flow; To judge from principles within, When frailty errs, and when we sin. 2 Who with another's eye can read, Or worship by another's creed? Revering thy command alone, We humbly seek and use our own. 3 If wrong, forgive; accept, if right, Whilst, faithful, we obey our light, And, judging none, are zealous still To follow, as to learn, thy will.
4 When shall our happy eyes behold Thy people, fashioned in thy mould? And charity our kindred prove Derived from thee, O God of love?
1 GREAT God, whose all-pervading eye Sees every passion of my soul, When sunk too low, or raised too high, Teach me those passions to control.
2 Temper the fervors of my frame; Be charity their constant spring; And, O, let no unhallowed flame Pollute the sacrifice I bring.
3 Let peace with piety unite
To mend the bias of my will, While hope and holy faith excite, And wisdom regulates, my zeal:
4 That wisdom, which to meekness turns,- Wisdom, descending from above; And let my zeal, whene'er it burns, Be kindled by the fire of love.
1 ETERNAL life! how sweet the sound, To sinners who in bondage sigh: Publish the bliss the world around; Echo the joys, ye worlds on high.
2 Eternal life! how will it reign,
When, mounting from this breathless clod, The soul, discharged from sin and pain, Ascends to meet its Father, God!
3 Eternal life! O how refined
The joys, the triumphs how divine, When we, in body and in mind, Shall in the Saviour's image shine!
4 Holy and heavenly is the soul
Where dwells a hope so bright as this; We wish and long to reach the goal, And seize the prize of endless bliss.
1 SHINE forth, eternal Source of light, And make thy glories known; Fill our enlarged, adoring sight, With lustre all thine own.
2 Vain are the charms, and faint the rays, The brightest creatures boast; And all their grandeur and their praise Are in thy presence lost.
3 To know the Author of our frame Is our sublimest skill;
True science is to learn his name, True life, to do his will.
4 For this I long, for this I pray; This let me still pursue,
Till visions of eternal day Fix and complete the view.
1 0 THOU, whose scales the mountains weigh, Whose will the raging seas obey,
Who canst the boisterous winds control, Subdue the tumults of my soul.
2 May I with equal mind sustain My lot of pleasure and of pain; May joys and sorrows gently flow, Nor rise too high, nor sink too low. 3 Do thou my passions, Lord, restrain, And in my soul unrivalled reign; Then, with whatever loads oppressed, Centred in thee, my soul shall rest.
1 SUPREME and universal Light, Fountain of reason, Judge of right, Parent of good, whose blessings flow On all above, and all below;
2 Without thy kind, directing ray, In everlasting night we stray, From passion still to passion tossed, And in a maze of error lost.
3 Assist us, Lord, to act, to be
What nature and thy laws decree; Worthy that bright, that mental flame, Which from thy breathing spirit came.
4 May our expanded souls disclaim The narrow view, the selfish aim, And with a Christian zeal embrace Whate'er is friendly to our race.
5 O Father, grace and virtue grant; No more we wish, no more we want: To know, to serve thee, and to love, Is peace below, is bliss above.
1 HAPPY the meek, whose gentle breast, Clear as the summer's evening ray, Calm as the regions of the blest, Enjoys on earth celestial day.
2 His heart no broken friendships sting, No storms his peaceful tent invade; He rests beneath th' Almighty's wing, Hostile to none, of none afraid.
3 Spirit of grace, all meek and mild, Inspire our thoughts, our souls possess; Repel each passion rude and wild, And bless us as we aim to bless.
Zeal in the Christian Race.
1 AWAKE, my soul, stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown.
2 A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey: Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way.
3 'Tis God's all-animating voice That calls thee from on high; "Tis his own hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye;—
4 That prize, with peerless glories bright, Which shall new lustre boast,
When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems Shall blend in common dust.
5 My soul, with all thy wakened powers, Survey the heavenly prize;
Nor let the glittering toys of earth Allure thy wandering eyes.
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