Whilst justice, temp'rance, truth and love, 14. Is he a tree? The world receives Our inward piety approve. 4. Religion bears our spirits up, While we expect that blessed hope, The bright appearance of the Lord, And faith stands leaning on his word. 1. NO. 57. L. M. WATTS. 1 Cor. 13. Religion vain without Love. ∙H ADI the tongues of Greeks and Jews, And nobler speech, than angels use, If love be absent, I am found, Like tinkling brass, an empty sound. 2. Were I inspired to preach and tell All, that is done in heav'n and hell; 1. Be absent, all my hopes are vain; Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal, The works of love can e'er fulfil. M' NO. 58. C. M. WATTS. And make their empty boast 2. Vain are our fancies, airy flights, To Christ, the living head. 3. 'Tis faith, that changes all the heart; And lifts the thoughts above. 4. 'Tis faith, that conquers earth and hell, This is the grace, that shall prevail, Salvation from his healing leaves. That righteous branch, that fruitful bough, Is David's root and offspring too. 5. Is he a rose? Not Sharon yields The valleys bless the rich perfame. My soul to Christ, the living vine! Yet the sweet streams, that from him flow, 11. Is he a way? He leads to God; 12. Is he a door? I'll enter in ; None but the sheep have freedom there. 13. Is he design'd a corner stone, For men to build their heav'n upon? Th' indwelling majesty and pow'r; I know the bright, the morning star. 16. Is he a sun? His beams are grace, His course is joy and righteousness. Nations rejoice, when he appears, To chase their clouds, and dry their tears. 17. O let me climb those higher skies, Where storms and darkness never rise! There he displays his pow'rs abroad, And shines and reigns th' incarnate God. 18. Nor earth, nor seas, nor sun, nor stars, Nor heav'n, his full resemblance bears; His beauties we can never trace, "Till we behold him face to face. NO. 60. P. M. 6, 6, 6, 6, 4, 4, 4, 4. WATTS.| 1. W Titles of Christ. ITH cheerful voice, I sing And borrow all the names Of honor from his word. Nature and art Can ne'er supply 2. In Jesus, we behold, Partakes the throne. 3. The sov'reign King of kings, The Word of God, 4. When promises and grace As lions roar, And tear the prey. 5. But when for works of peace, Those names in vain. 6. Immense compassion reigns And brother too, 7. At length, the Lord, the Judge, His awful throne ascends, 1. WHY NO. 61. C. M. WATTS. Death and burial of a saint. do we mourn departing friends, Or shake, at death's alarms? 'Tis but the voice, that Jesus sends, To call them to his arms. 2. Are we not tending upward too, As fast, as time can move? Nor would we wish the hours more slow, 3. Why should we tremble, to convey There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, 4. The graves of all the saints he bless'd, Where should the dying members rest, 5. Thence he arose, ascended high, 6. Then let the last loud trumpet sound, NO. 62. C. M. WATTS. Y drowsy pow'rs, why sleep ye so? M Awake, my sluggish soul! Nothing has half thy work to do; 2. The little ants, for one poor grain, Yet we, who have a heav'n t' obtain, 3. We, for whose sake all nature stands, We, for whose guard the angel bands 4. We, for whom God the Son came down, And labor'd for our good; How careless to secure that crown, 5. Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still, Come, holy Dove, from th' heav'nly hill, 6. Then shall our active spirits move; With hands of faith, and wings of love, NO. 63. C. M. WATTS. 1. COME, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove. With all thy quick'ning pow'rs, Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of our 2. Look, how we grovel here below, 3. In vain we tune our formal songs; 4. Dear Lord! and shall we ever lie At this poor dying rate? Our love so faint, so cold to thee, And thine to us, so great? 5. Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove, With all thy quick'ning pow'rs, Come, shed abroad a Savior's love; And that shall kindle ours. NO. 64. L. M. WATTS. Superior Excellence of Christ. TOW to the Lord, a noble song! tongue; Hosanna to th' eternal name; NO. 65. C. M. WATTS. 2. They taste of all the joys that grow Well, they may search the creature through; For they have ne'er a God; 3. Shake off the thoughts of dying too, 14. Yes, you must bow your stately head, Away your spirit flies; And no kind angel near your bed, To bear it to the skies. 5. Go now, and boast of all your stores, NO. 66. C. M. WATTS. 1. LADEN with guilt, and full of fears, I fly to thee, my Lord; And not a glimpse of hope appears, But in thy written word. 2. The volume of my father's grace 3. This is the field, where hidden lies 4. Here consecrated water flows, To quench my thirst of sin; 5. This is the Judge, that ends the strife, Through all this gloomy vale. 6. Oh! may thy counsels, mighty God, NO. 67. L. M. WATTS. 1.HIS is the word of truth and love, Tsent to the nations, from above. Jehovah here resolves to shew, What his almighty grace can do. 2. This remedy did wisdom find, To heal diseases of the mind; This sov'reign balm, whose virtues can Restore the ruin'd creature man. 3. The gospel bids the dead revive; Sinners obey the voice, and live; Dry bones are rais'd, and cloth'd afresh ; And hearts of stone are turn'd to flesh. 4. Where Satan reign'd in shades of night, The gospel strikes a heav'nly light; Our lusts its wond'rous pow'r controls, And calms the rage of angry souls. 5. Lions and beasts of savage name, Put on the nature of the lamb; While the wide world esteems it strange, Gaze, and admire, and hate the change. 6. May but this grace my soul renew, 1. Let sinners gaze, and hate me too; MA NO. 68. L. M. WATTS. The Vanity of Creatures. He burns within, with restless fires; Tost to and fro, his passions fly From vanity to vanity. 2. In vain on earth, we hope to find We shift from side to side, by turns; To change the place, but keep the pain. 1. B NO. 69. L. M. WATTS. Danger of Destruction. ROAD is the road, that leads to death, Is the Redeemer's great command! NO. 70. L. M. WATTS. 1. W on which the Prince of glory died, HEN I survey the wond'rous cross, My richest gain, I count but loss, 3. See! from his head, his hands, his feet, And all the globe is dead to me. Eternal Son, To die for sins, That man had done. 2. To God the Son, belongs Who bought us with his blood, And now he reigns, And sees the fruit 3. To God the Spirit's name, 4. Almighty God! to thee, 1. And love adores. NO. 72. C. M. WATTS. Is. 63: 1-6. W comes travelling in state, HAT mighty man, or mighty God, Along the Idumean road, Away from Bozrah's gate? 2. The glory of his robes proclaims, “Tis I, the Just, the Almighty One, 3. "Why, mighty Lord," thy saints inquire, "Why thine apparel red? "And all thy vesture stain'd, like those, "Who in the wine-press tread?" 4. "I by myself have trod the press, "And crush'd my foes alone; "My wrath has struck the rebels dead, My fury stamp'd them down. 5." "Tis Edom's blood, that dyes my robes "With joyful scarlet stains; "The triumph, that my raiment wears, Sprung from their bleeding veins. 4 MEDLEY. Luke 2: 14. The Birth of Christ. MORTALS, awake, with angels join, And chant the solemn lay; Joy, love and gratitude combine, To hail th' auspicious day. Through all the shining legions ran, it flew ; 3. Swift through the vast expanse, To bear the news to man. 5. Wrapt in the silence of the night, 6. Hark! the cherubic armies shout, And glory leads the song ; Good will and peace are heard throughout 7. Hail, Prince of life, for ever hail! 1. Redeemer, brother, friend! Though earth and time and life should fail. Thy praise shall never end. NO. 74. S. M. RYLAND. Heb. 3:16. Saints distinguished above Angels. Yhe honors of your king; E saints, proclaim abroad, To Jesus, your incarnate God, 2. Not angels round the throne Of majesty above, Are half so much oblig'd, as we, To our Immanuel's love. 3. They never sunk so low; They are not rais'd so high; They never knew such depths of woe, Such heights of majesty. 4. Less favor'd were the pow'rs, Who in his image stood; Their crowns are cheaper far than ours; Nor cost the Lamb his blood. 5. The Savior did not join Their nature to his own; For them, he shed no blood divine, 6. May we with angels vie, The Savior to adore; Our debts are greater far than theirs; O be our praises more! NO. 75. L. M. S The Unknown World. 1. That unknown world, we're hast ning BY what glimm'ring light, we view to! God hath lock'd up the mystic page, And curtain'd darkness round the stage. 2. We talk of heav'n, we talk of hell; But what they mean, no tongue can tell! Heav'n is the realm, where angels are, And hell, the chaos of despair. 3. But what these awful words imply, None of us know, before we die! Whether we will, or not - we must Take the succeeding world on trust. 4. Swift flies the soul-perhaps 'tis gone Ten thousand leagues beyond the sun; Or twice ten thousand more, thrice told, Ere the forsaken clay is cold. 5. But ah! no notices they give, Nor tell us, where, or how, they live; Though conscious, while with us below, How much themselves desir'd to know; 6. As if bound up by solemn fate, To keep this secret of their state, To tell their joys or pains to none, That man may live by faith alone. 7 Well!-let our Sov'reign, if he please, Lock up his marvellous decrees. Why should we wish him to reveal What he thinks proper to conceal? 3. It is enough, that we believe Heav'n's brighter far, than we conceive; And O may God our souls prepare, 1. To meet and bless and praise him there. NO. 76. 7's. NEWTON. OV'REIGN grace has pow'r alone And the moment, grace is felt, 2. When the Lord was crucifi'd, Two transgressors with him died, 3. Thus he spent his wicked breath, With the Savior in his view. |