Comfort derived from God's presence,
1 TALK with us, LORD, Thyself reveal, While here o'er earth we rove; Speak to our hearts, and let us feel The kindling of Thy love. 2. With Thee conversing, we forget All time, and toil, and care: Labour is rest, and pain is sweet, If Thou, my GOD, art here.
3 Here then, my GOD, vouchsafe to stay, And bid my heart rejoice;
My bounding heart shall own Thy sway, And echo to Thy voice.
4 Thou callest me to seek Thy face: 'Tis all I wish to seek
T'attend the whispers of Thy grace, And hear Thee inly speak.
5 Let this my ev'ry hour employ, 'Till I Thy glory see! Enter into my Master's joy, And find my heav'n in Thee.
Hymn.
Enjoyment of Christ.
1 FAR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone, Let my religious hours alone:
Fain would my eyes my SAVIOUR see; I wait a visit, LORD, from Thee.
2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, And kindles with a pure desire; Come, my dear JESUS, from above, And feed my soul with heav'nly love.
3 Bless'd JESUS, what delicious fare! How sweet Thy entertainments are! Never did angels taste above Redeeming grace, and dying love.
4 Hail, great IMMANUEL, all divine, In Thee Thy FATHER'S glories shine; Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest one, That eyes have seen, or angels known.
Longing to praise Christ better.
1 LORD, when my thoughts with wonder roll O'er the sharp sorrows of Thy soul, And read my Maker's broken laws Repair'd and honour'd by the cross;
2 When I behold death, hell, and sin, Vanquish'd by that dear blood of Thine, And see the man that groan'd and died Sit glorious by His FATHER'S side;
3 My passions rise and soar above, I'm wing'd with faith, and fir'd with love: Fain would I reach eternal things, And learn the notes that Gabriel sings.
4 But my heart fails, my tongue complains, For want of their immortal strains; And in such humble notes as these Must fall below Thy victories.
5 Well, the kind minute must appear When we shall leave these bodies here, These clogs of clay; and mount on high, To join the songs above the sky.
Hidden life of a Christian.
10 HAPPY soul! that lives on high, While men lie grov'lling here! His hopes are fix'd above the sky, And faith forbids his fear.
2 His conscience knows no secret stings, While peace and joy combine To form a life whose holy springs Are hidden and divine.
3 He waits in secret on his GOD; His GOD in secret sees :
Let earth be all in arms abroad, He dwells in heav'nly peace.
4 His pleasures rise from things unseen, Beyond this world and time,
Where neither eyes nor ears have been, Nor thoughts of sinners climb.
5 He wants no pomp nor royal throne To raise His figure here; Content and pleas'd to live unknown, Till CHRIST His life appear.
6 He looks to heav'n's eternal hill
To meet that glorious day;
But patient waits His SAVIOUR'S will To fetch His soul away.
Heavenly joy on earth.
COME, we that love the LORD, And let our joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne.
2 The sorrows of the mind
Be banish'd from the place! Religion never was design'd
To make our pleasures less.
Let those refuse to sing
That never knew our GOD;
But servants of the heav'nly King May speak their joys abroad.
This awful GOD is our's,
Our FATHER, and our love; He shall send down His heav'nly pow'rs To carry us above.
There we shall see His face,
And never, never sin;
There from the rivers of His grace Drink endless pleasures in.
6 Yes, and before we rise
To that immortal state,
The thoughts of such amazing bliss Should constant joys create.
The men of grace have found Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.
8 The hill of Sion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heav'nly fields, Or walk the golden streets.
9 Then let our songs abound, And ev'ry tear be dry ;
We're marching thro' IMMANUEL'S ground To fairer worlds on high.
Christ precious to the Believer.
1 JESUS, I love Thy charming Name, "Tis music to my ear;
Fain would I sound it out so loud, That earth and heav'n might hear.
2 Yes, Thou art precious to my soul, My transport and my trust; Jewels to Thee are gaudy toys, And gold is sordid dust.
3 All my capacious pow'rs can wish, In Thee doth richly meet; Nor to my eyes is light so dear, Nor friendship half so sweet.
4 Thy grace shall dwell upon my heart, And shed it's fragrance there ;
The noblest balm of all it's wounds, The cordial of it's care.
5 I'll speak the honours of Thy Name, With my last lab`ring breath ; And, dying, clasp Thee in my arms, The antidote of death.
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