3 The Father from eternity with thanksgiving, I shall love and praise for ever. 4 Tune all your notes to songs of praise, If you can earthly music raise, To join celestial concerts; Are center'd all our comforts; Be the phrases-of our praises, 'Tis our duty, 'Fore the Lord of bliss and beauty. 5 Before the world I make my boast, That he in whom I place my trust, Is Lord of light and glory: Praise and blessing,-never ceasing Here, and by the hosts of heaven! 318.* T. 185. THE unbounded love of my Creator Heart-felt gratitude doth claim; Why did Christ appear in human nature? 'Twas for me he man became ; While the whole world's Saviour I confess him, 319.* T. 68. BLISS beyond compare, Which in Christ I share! O! his mercy is unbounded, Therefore blest am I. 3 When the Lord appears, This my spirit cheers; When his love to me revealing, He, the Sun of with healing, grace In his beams appears, This my spirit cheers. 4 Then all grief is drown'd; Pure delight is found. Heav'nly bliss and consolation. Joy and peace in his salvation, Ev'ry grief is drown'd Where such bliss is found. 820.* * T. 4. As my own Redeemer oft I trace him, LORD Jesus, my pray'r And his merits I apply To myself especially. 2 When with him, my Lord, in closest union, I can all things else forget; In his fellowship and blest communion, I heav'n's bliss anticipate; By his presence he dispels all sadness; Filling my poor soul with joy & gladness; Tho' I often am to blame, Yet his love is still the same. Is while I am here, In union to be With thee and thy people inseparably. 'Fore thee to be contrite,& lowly & poor. To show forth thy praise,-Toserve thee with gladness, and walk in thy ways. 4 If question'd by thee: 5 John's portion so blest To lean on thy breast, Be mine, till with thee, 328.* Whose love the same-doth still abide, I am no longer mine, :||:-But thine, When time is no more, I for ever shall be. Of spirit, body, soul. :||: 321.* T. 159. 'TIS the most blest and needful part To have in Christ a share, 2 My King benign! ::-I'd fain be thine; Not anything,-No smallest hankering, My dearest Lord, from thee :||:-To No, may each breath-Exalt thy death, 324.* 2 Nought in this world affords true rest, O LET thy countenance, most loving But Christ's atoning blood, This purifies the guilty breast, appear 3 My only joy and comfort here Saviour, Shine on me day and night, and let me ever Have of thy presence, and thy gracious 2 That soul and body on thy merit feeding May daily be from grace to grace proceeding, With thee at peace, in tend'rest love's communion, And perfect union. 325. T. 14. Where countless pardon'd sinners meet, JESUS, my Saviour, full of grace, 3 Tho' tis but little I can do, Yet I would willingly, Be thou my heart's delight, 2 Hungry and thirsty after thee, 3 May thy blest Spirit to my heart, 4 The myst'ry of redeeming love 326. T. 14. O DEAREST Lord, take thou my heart! Where can such sweetness be, As I have tasted in thy love, As I have found in thee! 2 If there's a fervor in my soul To serve thee only rise. 3 'Tis vain in earthly things for bliss 4 'Tis heav'n on earth to taste his love, 3 The more thro' grace myself I know, The more inclin'd I am to bow In faith beneath thy cross, To trust in thy atoning blood, And look to thee for ev'ry good, Yea, count all earthly gain but loss. 329. T. 9o. THOU hidden Source of calm repose! My trust and portion evermore. My rest in toil, my ease in pain, The balm to heal my broken heart, In storms my peace, in loss my gain; My joy beneath the tyrant's frown, In shame my glory, and my crown. 3 In want, my plentiful supply, In weakness, my almighty pow'r :) In bonds, my perfect liberty, My refuge in temptation's hour; My Life in death, my All in all, My comfort 'midst all grief and thrall, 333.* T. 79CAN any contemplation E'er vie with that sensation, O Christ, that we're thine own! That our names on the pages Are written, where the wages For thy soul's travail are put down! 334.* T. 230. BE our comfort which ne'er faileth, That thou our strength art, and salvation, Our shield, our hiding-place and rest: Look up by faith to thee, And daily prove Till we shall be with thee above. 335.* T. 244. THO' we can't see our Saviour 336.* T. 185. BETHANY, O peaceful habitation, Blessed mansion, lov'd abode! There my Lord had oft his resting station, Converse held in friendly mood; With that bliss which Mary highly savor'd, I could wish this day still to be favor'd; 337. T. 586. WHEN Christ our Saviour lives and dwelleth In us, O what consummate bliss! This from our hearts all gloom dispelleth, Our life of heav'n a foretaste is. Lord Jesus, hear our supplication! Let all of us in ev'ry station, Be truly join'd to thee Until eternally Thy face we see. XIX. Of the Happiness of Children of God. cious sceptre Assuageth ev'ry grief that burdens me: 2 The gifts of Christ are so inestiWhen I, with all my heart, apply to thee, mable Then thy peace-giving Spirit's my Preceptor; That all the world nought equal can afford; What are the treasures which the worldlings hoard è To comfort weary souls they are not able, But Jesus can, and doth abundantly; All earthly joys will fail, but never he. 3 How highly blest, how happy is the spirit, Which, weary of self-working, inly mourns, And unto him for aid and succor turns! The humble ev'ry good from him in herit, He to the troubled soul imparteth ease, Restoring to the wounded conscience peace. 4 That which the law could have imparted never Is then produc'd alone by Jesus' grace; This is the source of genuine holiness, This changes and reforms our whole behavior; From strength to strength, from grace to grace led on, We safe proceed, until our race is run. 5 O may I look to Christ without sation! Come visit me, thou Day-spring from on high, ces That in thy light, the light I may espy, On grace depending as my sole founda tion; Confirm in me my faith, grant that no fault May intercept the light that beams from thee. • Thou Source of love, I rest in thy embraces Earth's greatest honors are, howe'er they please us, [chaff: To this compar'd, but vain and empty Yea, what this world can never give, May, thro' the Shepherd's grace, each needy sheep receive. 2 Here is a pasture rich and neverfailing, Here living waters in abundance flow; None can conceive the grace with them prevailing, Who Jesus' Shepherd-voice obey and know; He banisheth all fear and strife, And leads them gently on to everlasting life. 3 Whoe'er would spend his days in lasting pleasure, Must come to Christ, and join his flock with speed; Here is a feast prepar'd, rich beyond |