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Descends, like purifying rain.

5 Thus we engage ourselves to thee.
And seal our covenant with the Lord ;
O may the great Eternal Three

Jn heaven our solemn vows record I



316 HYMN 53, 54, Book I.

HYMN 53. L. M. Green's, [*]

The Holy Scriptures. Heb. i. 1. 2 Tim. iii. 15, 16,
Ps. cxlvii. 19, 20.

1 [/^ OD, who in various methods told

VX His mind and will to saints of old,
Sent his own Son, with truth and grace,
To teach us in these latter days.

2 Our nation reads the written word,
That book of life, that sure record;
The bright inheritance of heaven
Is by the sweet conveyance given.

e 3 God's kindest thoughts are here expressed,
Able to make us v/ise and blessed ;
The doctrines are divinely true,
Fit for reproof and comfort too, '

: — 4 Ye people all, who read his love

In long epistles from above, —

(He hath not sent his sacred word
o To every land) praise ye the Lord.]

HYMN 54. L. M. Quercy, Leeds. [*]
Saints beloved in Christ. Eph. i. 3, &c.

1 XESUS, we bless thy Father's name ;
v Thy God and ours is one, the same ;

What heavenly blessings, from his throne.
Flow down to sinners through his Son !

2 " Christ be my first Elect," he said ;
Then chose our souls in Christ our Head ;
Before he gave the mountains birth,

Or laid foundations for the earth.

3 Thus did eternal love begin

To raise us up from death and sin ;
Our characters were then decreed, —
Blameless in love, a holy seed.

4 Predestinated to be sons,

Born by degrees, but chose at once ;
A new regenerated race,
To praise the glory of his grace.
5 With Christ, our Lord, we share a part
In the affections of his heart ;
Nor shall our souls be thence removed.
Till he forgets his First Beloved.



Book I. HYMN 55, 56. 317

HYMN 55. C. M. Hymn 2. [*]
Sickness and Recovery. Isa. xxxviii. 9, &c.

1 ["TTTHEN we are raised from deep distress,

7 V Our God deserves a song;
We take a pattern of our praise,
From Hezekiah's tongue.

2 The gates of the devouring grave
Are opened wide in vain ;

If he that holds the keys of death,
Commands them fast again,

3 Pains of the flesh are wont to abuse
Our minds with slavish fears ;• —

*' Our days are past, and we shall lose
" The remnant of our years."

4 We chatter, with a swallow's voice,
Or like a dove we mourn ;

With bitterness, instead of joys,
Afflicted and forlorn.

5 Jehovah speaks the healing word.
And no disease withstands ;

Fevers and plagues obey the Lord,
And fly at his commands.

6 If half the strings of life should break,
He can our frame restore ;

He casts our sins behind his back.
And they are found no more.]

HYMN 56. C. M. Bedford. [*]

JTie Song of Moses and the Lamh. Rev. xv. 3, and

xvi. 19, and xvii. 6. ~

1 "\^7"E sing the glories of thy love,

▼ V We sound thy dreadful name ;
The Christian church unites the songs
Of Moses and the Lamb.

2 Great God, how wondrous are thy works,
Of vengeance, and of grace !

Thou King of saints. Almighty Lord,
How just and true thy ways !

3 Who dares refuse to fear thy name,
Or worship at thy throne !

Thy judgments speak thy holiness,
Through all the nations known.
27*



318 HYMN 57. Book I.

4 Great Babylon, that rules the earth,

Drunk with the martyrs' blood, ^-
Her crimes shall speedily awake

The fury of our God.

e 5 The cup of wrath is ready mixed,
And she must drink the dregs ;
Strong is the Lord, her sovereign Judge,
And shall fulfill the plagues.

HYMN 57. C. M. Plymouth, [b]

Mam, First and Second. Rom. v. 12, &c. Psalm U
5. Job xiv. 4,

e 1 TI> ACKWARD, with humble shame we look

J3 On our original ;
p How is our nature dashed, and broke,

In our first father's fall !

e 2 To all that's good, averse and blind,
And prone to all that's ill ;
What dreadful darkness veils our mind !
How obstinate our will !

p 3 Conceived in sin, (O wretched state,)
Before we draw our breath,
The first young pulse begins to beat
Iniquity and death.

4 How strong in our degenerate blood
The old corruption reigns !

And mingling with the crooked flood,
Wanders through all our veins !

5 [Wild and unwholesome, as the root,
Will all the branches be :

How can we hope for living fruit.
From such a deadly tree ?

6 What mortal power, from things unclean,
Can pure productions bring ?

Who can command a vital stream.
From an infected spring ?]

—7 Yet, mighty God, thy wondrous Jove,
Can make our nature clean ;
While Christ, and grace, prevail above
The tempter, death, and sin.

O 8 The second Adam shall restore
The ruins of the first •



Book L HYMN 58, 59, 60. 319

O Hosanna to that sovereign power.
That new creates our dust.

" HYMN 58. L. M. Leeds. [*] ^
Michael's War with the Dragon. Rev. xii. 7.
J [X ET mortal tongues attempt to sing

. I i The wars of heaven, when Michael stood

Ohief general of th' eternal King,
And fought the battles of our God.
:2 Against the Dragon and his host,
The armies of the Lord prevail ;
In vain they rage, in vain they boast;
Their courage sinks, their weapons fail.

3 Down to the earth was Satan thrown ;
Down to the earth his legions fell :
Then was the trump of triumph blown,
And shook the dreadful deeps of hell.

4 Now is the hour of darkness past,
Christ has assumed his reigning power :
Behold the great accuser cast

Down from the skies, to rise no more,

5 'Twas by thy blood, Immortal Lamb,
Thine armies trod the tempter down ;
'Twas by thy word, and powerful name.
They gained the battle, and renown.

6 Rejoice, ye heavens ; let every star
Shine with new glories round the sky :
Saints, while ye sing the heavenly war.
Raise your Deliverer's name on high.]

HYMN 59. L. M. Blendon. [*]
Babylon fallen. Rev. xviii. 20, 21.

1 TN Gabriel's hand, a mighty stone
JL Lies — a fair type of Babylon :

t ** Prophets rejoice, and all ye saints ;

" God shall avenge your long complaints."

2 He said, — and dreadful as he stood,
o He sunk the mill-stone in the flood :
o « Thus terribly shall Babel fall,

e " Thus — and no more be found at all."

HYMN 6a. L. M. Truro. [*]

Mary's Song ; or, Messiah born. Luke i. 46, &c.
1 /^ UR souls shall magnify the Lord,
V/ In God the Saviour we rejoice ;



320 HYMN 61. Book I.

While we repeat the Virgin's song,
May the same Spirit tune our voice.

2 [The Highest saw her low estate,
And mighty things his hand hath done j
His overshadowing power and grace
Make her the mother of his Son.

3 Let every nation call her blessed,
And endless years prolong her fame :
But God alone must be adored ;
Holy and reverend is his name.]

4 To those who fear and trust the Lord,
His mercy stands forever sure :

From age to age his promise lives,
And the performance is secure.

5 He spake to Abraham and his seed,

" In thee shall all the earth be blessed : "

The memory of that ancient word,

Lay long in his eternal breast.
o 6 But now no more shall Israel wait ;

No more the Gentiles lie forlorn :
e Lo, the Desire of nations comes ;

Behold, the promised Seed is born !

HYMN 61. L. M. Leeds. [*]

Christ, our Priest and King. Rev. i, 5—7.

1 TVrOW to the Lord, who makes us know

_L 1 The wonders of his dying love,
Be humble honours paid below,
o And strains of nobler praise above.

■n— 2 'Twas he, who cleansed our foulest sins,
And washed us in his richest blood ;
'Tis he, who makes us priests and kings.
And brings us rebels near to God.

3 To Jesug, our atoning Priest,
To Jesus, our superior King,
Be everlasting power confessed.
And every tongue his glory sing.

e 4 Behold, on flying clouds he comes,

And every eye shall see him move !
e Though with our sins we pierced him once,
o Then he displays his pardoning love.

e 5 The unbelieving world shall wail,
While we rejoice to see the day \



Book I. HYMN 62, 63. 321

Come, Lord, nor let thy promise fail,
Nor let thy chariot long delay.

HYMN 62. C. M. Christmas. Devizes [*]
Tlie Lamb of God loorshipped. Rev. v. 11 — 13.

1 /^ OME, let us join our cheerful songs,
\j With angels round the throne ;

Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
^But all their joys are one.
o 2 " Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry,

" To be exalted tl^us :"
•.— " Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
" For he was slain for us."

o 3 Jesus is worthy to receive
Honour and power divine ;
And blessings, more than we can give, •

Be, Lord, forever thine.

4 Let all who dwell above the sky,

And air, and earth, and seas,
u Conspire to lift thy glories high,

And speak thine endless praise.
g 5 The whole creation join in one,

To bless the sacred name
Of Him who sits upon the throne,

And to adore the Lamb.

r I

HYMN 63. L. M. Oporto. [*]

Chrisfs Humiliation and Exaltation. Rev. v. 12.

e 1 "^XrHAT equal honours shall we bring,

T T To thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb;
When all the notes that angels sing,
Are far inferior to thy name ?

2 Worthy is He, who once was slain,
The Prince of Life, who groaned and died,

o Worthy to rise, and live, and reign
At his Almighty Father's side.

— 3 Power and dominion are his due,

e Who stood condemned at Pilate's bar j

- — Wisdom, belongs to Jesus too,

e Though he was charged with madness there.

— 4 All riches are his native right,
e Yet he sustained amazing loss ;



322 HYMN 64, 65. Book I.

o To him ascribe eternal might,

— Who left his weakness on the cross.

o 5 Honour immortal must be paid,
Instead of scandal and of scorn ;
While glory shines around his head,
And a bright crown without a thorn.

o 6 Blessings forever on the Lamb,
Who bore the curse for wretched men !

g Let angels sound his sacred name,
And evpry creature say, Amen.

HYMN 64. S. M. Dover. Newton. [*]
Adoption. 1 John iii. 1, &c. Gal. vi. 6,

1 "OEHOLD ! what wondrous grace
J3 The Father hath bestowed

On sinners of a mortal race, —
To call them sons of God !

2 'Tis no surprising thing,
That we should be unknown ;

The Jewish world knew not their King,
God's everlasting Son.

3 Nor does it yet appear.
How great we must be made ;

But when we see our Saviour here,
We shall be like our head.

4 A hope, so much divine.
May trials well endure ;

May purge our souls from sense and sin,
As Christ the Lord is pure.

5 If in my Father's love
I share a filial part,

Send down thy Spirit, like a dove,
To rest upon my heart.

6 We would no longer lie

Like slaves beneath the throne ;
My faith shall Mha, Father, cry.
And thou the kindred own.

HYMN Q5. L. M. Wells. [*]

The World subjected to Christ. Rev. xi. 15.

\ ["j~ ET the seventh angel sound on high !
■ i Let shouts be heard, through all the sky !



Book L HYMN 60. 323

Kings of the earth, with glad accord,
Give up your kingdoms to the Lord.

g 2 Almighty God, thy power SLSsUmej
Who wast, and art, and art to come t
Jesus, the Lamb who once was slainj
Forever live, forever reign !

d 3 The angry nations fret and roar,
That they can slay the saints no more ;

On wings of vengeance flies our God,
To pay the long arrears of blood.

g 4 Now must the rising dead appear ;.

Now the decisive sentence hear :
o Now the dear martyrs of the Lord

Receive an infinite reward.]

HYMN 66. L. M. Portugal [*]

Christ the King, at his Table. Sol. Song, i. 2 — 5, 12^
13, 17.

1 [T ET him embrace my soul, and prove
§ i Mine interest in his heavenly love ;■
The voice that tells me thou art mine,
Exceeds the blessings of the vine.

, 2 On thee th' anointing Spirit came,
And spreads the savour of thy name ;
That oil of gladness, and of grace,
Draws virgin souls to meet thy face.

e 3 Jestig, allure me by thy charms, —
My soul shall fly into thine arms !
Our wandering feet thy favours bring
To the fair chambers of the King.

—4 (Wonder and pleasure tune our voice^-
To speak thy praises, and our joys ;
Our memory keeps this love of thine.
Beyond the taste of richest wine.)

5 Though in ourselves deformed we are,
And black as Kedar's tents appear ;
Yet when we put thy beauties on.

Fair as the courts of Solomon.

6 (While at his table sits the King,
He loves to see us smile and sing j
Our graces are our best perfume.

And breathe like spikenard round the room.)



324 HYMN 67, 68. Book 1.

7 As myrrh, new bleeding from the tree,
Such is a dying Christ to me :

And while he makes my soul his guest,
My bosom, Lord, shall be thy rest.

8 No beams of cedar or of fir

Can with thy courts on earth compare :
And here we wait, until thy love
Raise us to nobler seats above.]

HYMN 67. L. M. Sicilian. Moreton. [b*]

Seeking the Pastures of Christ. Sol. Song, i. 7.

1 fTlHOU, whom my soul admires above
-L All earthly joy and earthly love —
e Tell me, dear Shepherd, let me know,
Where do thy sweetest pastures grow .''

e 2 Where is the shadow of that rock,
That from the sun defends thy flock ?
Fain would I feed among thy sheep.
Among them rest, among them sleep.

3 Why should thy bride appear like one,
That turns aside to paths unknown ?
o My constant feet would never rove, —
Would never seek another love.

o 4 The footsteps of thy flock I see ;
Thy sweetest pastures here they be ; >
A wondrous feast thy love prepares,
Bought with thy wounds, and groans, and tears.

e 5 His dearest flesh he makes my food,

And bids me drink his richest blood ;
o Here, to these hills, my soul would come.

Till my Beloved lead me home.

HYMN 68. L. M. Oporto. [*]

Banquet of Love. Sol. Song, ii. 1 — 7.

1 ["OEHOLD the Rose of Sharon here,

J3 The Lily which the valleys bear ;
Behold the Tree of Life, that gives
Refreshing fruit, and healing leaves.

2 Amongst the thorns so lilies shine :
Amongst wild gourds, the noble vine :
So in my eyes my Saviour proves.
Amidst a thousand meaner loves.



Book I. HYMN 69. 325

3 Beneath his cooling shade I sit,
To shield me from the burning heat
Of heavenly fruit he spreads a feast,
To feed my eyes, and please my taste.

4 (Kindly he brought me to the place,^
Where stands the banquet of his grace j
He saw me faint ; and o'er my head
The banner of his love he spread.

5 With living bread and generous wine,
He cheers this sinking heart of mine ;
And opening his ov/n heart to me.

He shows his thoughts, how kind they be.)

6 O never let my Lord depart !
Lie down, and rest upon my heart;
I charge my sin not once to move,

Nor stir, nor wake, nor grieve my Love.]

HYMN 69. L. M. Shoel [*]

Christ" s Love to his Church. Sol. Song, ii. 8 — 13l

1 r I iHE voice of my Beloved sounds,

A Over the rocks and rising grounds >
O'er hills of guilt, and seas of grief,
He leaps, he flies — to my relief.

e 2 Now, through the veil of flesh I see,

With eyes of love he looks on me ;
— Now, in the gospel's clearest glass.

He shows the beauties of his face.
b 3 Gently he draws my heart along,

Both with his beauties, and his tongue ;
u " Rise," saith my Lord, " make haste away I

" No mortal joys are worth thy stay.
b 4 ^' The Jewish wintry state is gone,

" The mists are fled, the spring comes on )
— " The sacred turtle dove we hear
o " Proclaim the new, the joyful year.
— 5 " The immortal vine of heavenly root

" Blossoms and buds, and gives her fruit j "
e Lo, we are come to taste the wine ;
o Our souls rejoice and bless the Vine.
— 6 And when we hear our Jesus say,
o " Rise up, my love, make haste away ! "

Our hearts would fain outfly the wind,

And leave all earthly loves behind.
28



326 HYMN 70, 71. Book t

HYMN 70. L: M. Shoel [*]
Chrisfs Invitation ansicered. SoL Song, ii. 14, 16, 17

1 [TTARK ! the Redeemer, from on high,

-in Sweetly invites his favourites nigh J
From caves of darkness and of doubtj
He gently speaks and calls us out.

2 " My dove, v^ho hidest in the rock,

" Thine heart almost with sorrow broke,-
" Lift up thy face, forget thy fear,
" And let thy voice delight mine ear.

3 " Thy voice to me sounds ever sweet ;
" My graces in thy count'nance meet ;

" Though the vain v/orld thy face despisej
" 'Tis bright and comely in mine eyes."

4 Dear Lord, our thankful heart receives
*rhe hope thy invitation gives ;

To thee our joyful lips shall raise
The voice of prayer, and that of praise.

5 I am my Love's, and he is mine ;
Our hearts, our hopes, our passions join j
Nor let a motion, nor a word,

Nor thought arise to grieve my Lord.

6 My soul to pastures fair he leads,
Amongst the lilies, where he feeds ;
Amongst the saints (whose robes are whitCj
Washed in his blood) is his delight.

*7 Till the day break, and shadows flee,— ^
Till the sweet dawning light I see, —
Thine eyes to me-ward often turn,
Nor let my soul in darkness mourn.

8 Be like a hart, ori mountains greenj
Leap o'er the hills of fear and sin ;
Nor guilt, nor unbelief, divide
My Love, my Saviour, from my side.J .

HYMN 7L L. M. Sicilian. [*]

Christ brought to the Church. Sol. Song, iii. 1, 5.

1 [/^FTEN I seek my Lord by night,

v^ Jesus, my Love, my soul's delight*
With warm desire, and restless thought,
I seek him oft. but find him not.



Book 1. HYMN 72. 327

2 Then I arise, and search the street,
Till I my Lord, my Saviour meet ;

I ask the watchmen of the night.
Where did you see my soul's delight ?

3 Sometimes I find him in my way,
Directed by a heavenly ray ;

I leap for joy to see his face,
And hold him fast in my embrace.

4 (I bring him to my mother's home,
Nor does my Lord refuse to come ;
To Zion's sacred chambers, where
My soul first drew the vital air.

5 He gives me there his bleeding heart,
Pierced for my sake with deadly smart ;
I give my soul to him, and there

Our loves their mutual tokens share.)

6 I charge you all, ye earthly toys,
Approach not to disturb my joys ;
Nor sin, nor hell, come near my heart,
Nor cause my Saviour to depart.]

HYMN 72. L. M. Leeds. Green's. [*]

Coronation of Christ, and Espousals of the Church,
Sol. Song iii. 2.

1 y^AUGHTERS of Zion, come, behold

JL^ The crown of honour and of gold,
Which the glad church, with joys unknown,
Placed on the head of Solomon.
Q 2 Jesus, thou everlasting King,
Accept the tribute which we bring;
Accept the well-deserved renown,
And wear our praises as thy crown.

b 3 Let every act of worship be,
Like our espousals, Lord, to thee !
Like the dear hour, when from above
We first received thy pledge of love,

Q 4 The gladness of that happy day !
Our hearts would wish it long to stay ;
Nor let our faith forsake its hold.
Nor comfort sink, nor love grow cold.

T— 5 Each following minute as it flies.
Increase thy praise, improve our joys j

Q Till we are raised to sing thy name,
At the great supper of t£e Lamb.



328 HYMN 73, 74 Book I.

o 6 O that the months would roil away,

And bring that coronation-day !
g The King cf grace shall fill the throne,

With all his Father's glories on.

HYMN 73. L. M. Castle Street.

Tlie Church's Beauty in the Eyes of Christ. Sol.

Songiv. 1,10,11,7,9,8.

1 [~WI~ IND is the speech of Christ our Lord j

■iV. Affection sounds in every word :
Lo, thou art fair, my love, he cries;
Not the young doves have sweeter eyes.

2 (Sweet are thy lips ; thy pleasing voice
Salutes mine ear, with sacred joys ;

No spice so much delights the smell,
Nor milk, nor honey, tastes so well.)

3 Thou art all fair, my bride, to me ;
1 will behold no spot in thee ;
What mighty wonders love performs.
And puts a comeliness on worms !

4 Defiled and loathsome as we are,
He makes us white, and calls us fair;
Adorns us with that heavenly dress.
His graces and his righteousness.

5 My sister and my spouse, he cries,
Bound to my heart by various ties,
Thy powerful love my heart detains,
In strong delight and pleasing chains.

6 He calls me from the leopard's den.
From this wide world of beasts and men,
To Zion, where his glories are ;

Not Lebanon is half so fair.

7 Nor dens of prey, nor flowery plains,
\ Nor earthly joys, nor earthly pains.

Shall hold my feet, or force my stay.
When Christ invites my soul away.]

HYMN 74. L. M. Portugal [*]
The Garden of Christ. Sol. Song iv. 12—15; v. 1.
b 1 ^7t7"E are a garden, walled around,

T T Chosen, and made peculiar ground;
A little spot — enclosed by grace.
Out of the world's wide wilderness.



Book I. HYMN 75. 329

: — 2 Like trees of myrrh and spice we stand,
Planted by God the Father's hand ;
And all his springs in Zion flow,
To make the young plantations grow.

3 Awake, O heavenly wind, and come,
Blow on this garden of perfume ;
Spirit divine, descend and breathe
A gracious gale on plants beneath.

■(—4 Make our best spices flow abroad.
To entertain, our Saviour God :
And faith, and love, and joy appear,
And every grace be active here.

5 [Let my beloved come, and taste
His pleasant fruits at his own feast ;
J come, my spouse, 1 come, he cries,
With love and pleasure in his eyes.

6 Our Lord into his garden comes,
Well pleased to smell our poor perfumes j
And calls us to a feast divine.
Sweeter than honey, milk or wine.

d 7 Eat of the tree of life, my friends,
The blessings that my Father sends ;
Your taste shall all my dainties prove,
And drink abundance of my love.]

o 8 Jesus, we will frequent thy board,

And sing the bounties of our Lord :
e But the rich food, on which we live,

Demands more praise than tongue can give.

HYMN 75. L. M. Moreton. [*]^

Description of Christ the Beloved. Sol. Song v. 9, lO*
11, 12, 14, 15, 16.

1 [f I iHE wondering world inquires to know

i Why I should love my Jesus so ;
What are his charms, say they, above
The objects of a mortal love ?

2 Yes, my Beloved, to my sight, '
Shows a sweet mixture, red and white :
All human beauties, all divine,

In my Beloved meet and shine.

3 White is his soul, from blemish free ;
fted with the blood he shed for me ;

88*



330 HYMN 76. Book I.

The fairest of ten thousand fairs ;
A sun amongst ten thousand stars.

4 (His head the finest gold excels ;
There wisdom in perfection dwells ,
And glory, like a crown, adorns
Those temples once beset with thorns.

e 5 Compassions in his heart are found,
Close by the signals of his wound :
His sacred side no more shall bear
The cruel scourge, the piercing spear.)

— 6 (His hands are fairer to behold,
Than diamonds, set in rings of gold;
Those heavenly hands, that on the tree
Were nailed, and torn, and bled for me.

p 7 Though once he bowed his feeble knees,

Loaded with sins and agonies,
- — Now on the throne of his command,

His legs like marble pillars stand.)

-8 (His eyes are majesty and love,
The eagle, tempered with the dove;
No more shall trickling sorrows roll,
Through those dear windows of his soul.

9 His mouth, that poured out long complaints,
Now smiles, and cheers his fainting saints ;
His countenance more graceful is,

Than Lebanon with all its trees.)

10 All over glorious is my Lord,
Must be beloved, and yet adored ;
His worth, if all the nations knew,

Sure the whole earth would love him too.]

HYMN 76. L. M. Islington. [*]
Christ in Heaven and on Earth. Sol. Songvi. 1 — 3,12.

1 "TTTTHEN strangers stand and hear me tell

W What beauties in my Saviour dwell,
Where he is gone, they fain would know,
That they might seek and love him too.

2 My best Beloved keeps his throne
On hills of light, in worlds unknown ;
But he descends, and shows his face
In the young gardens of his grace.

3 [In vineyards, planted by his hand,
Where fruitful trees in order stand,



Book 1. HYMN 77, 78. 331

He feeds among the spicy beds,
Where lilies show their spotless heads.

4 He has engrossed my warmest love ;
No earthly charms my soul can move :
I have a mansion in his heart,

Nor death, nor hell can make us part.]

5 He takes my soul e'er I'm aware,
And shows me where his glories are;
No chariot of Araminadib

The heavenly rapture can describe.
o 6 O may my spirit daily rise,

On wings of faith above the skies;
e Till death shall make my last remove,

To dwell forever with my Love.

HYMN 77. L. M. Wells. [*]
Love of Christ to theChurc/i. Sol. Song vii. 5, 6, 9, 12, 13.

1 [IVfOW in the galleries of his grace

-L^ Appears the King, and thus he says,
^' How fair my saints are in my sight,
" My love, how pleasant for delight !"

2 Kind is thy language, sovereign Lord,
There's heavenly grace in every word ;
From that dear mouth a stream, divine,
Flows sweeter than the choicest wine.

3 Such wondrous love awakes the lip
Of saints that were almost asleep,
To speak the praises of thy name.
And make our cold affections flame.

— 4 These are the joys he lets us know.

In fields and villages below :

Gives us a relish of his love.

But keeps his noblest feast above.
o 5 In Paradise, within the gates,



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