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.
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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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