love;

In heaven, in earth, or on the sea. [Thee,
Where'er they dwell, they dwell with

2 To me remains nor place nor time;
My country is in every clime;
I can be calm and free from care,
On any shore, since God is there.

3 While place we seek, or place we shun,
The soul finds happiness in none;
But with my God to guide my way,
"Tis equal joy to go or stay.

4 Could I be cast where Thou art not,
That were, indeed, a dreadful lot:
But regions none remote I call,
Secure of finding God in all.
5 Then let me to His throne repair,
And never be a stranger there
Then love divine shall be my guard,
And peace and safety my reward.

Walk in the light, as He is in the light.-1 John i. 7.

WALK in the light, so shalt thou

That fellowship of love His Spirit only can bestow, Who reigns in light above.

[know

2 Walk in the light, and thou shalt find Thy heart made truly His

Who dwells in cloudless light enshrined,
In whom no darkness is.

3 Walk in the light, and thou shalt own
Thy darkness passed away,
Because that light hath on thee shone,
In which is perfect day.

4 Walk in the light, and e'en the temb
No fearful shade shall wear;
Glory shall chase away its gloom,
For Christ hath conquered there.
5 Walk in the light, thy path shall be
Peaceful, serene, and bright:
For God, by grace, shall dwell in thee,
And God Himself is Light.

684 And be found in Him.—Phil. iii. 9.

1

BJECT of my first desire,-
Jesus, crucified for me ;-

All to happiness aspire,
Only to be found in Thee;
Thee to praise, and Thee to know,
Constitute our bliss below;
Thee to see, and Thee to love,
Constitute our bliss above.

2 Lord, it is not life to live,
If Thy presence Thou deny
Lord, if Thou Thy presence give,
"Tis no longer death-to die.
Source and Giver of repose,
Singly from Thy smile it flows;
Peace and happiness are Thine,
Mine they are, if Thou art mine.
3 While I feel Thy love to me,
Every object teems with joy;
Here, O may I walk with Thee,
Then into Thy presence die.
Let me but Thyself possess―
Total sum of happiness-
Real bliss I then shall prove,
Heaven below and heaven above,

1 LORD, I would delight in Thee, And on Thy care depend;

To Thee in every trouble flee,
My best, my only Friend.

2 When all created streams are dried,
Thy fulness is the same:
May I with this be satisfied,
And glory in Thy name.

3 No good in creatures can be found, But may be found in Thee;

I must have all things and abound, While God is God to me.

4 O Lord, I cast my care on Thee; I triumph and adore;

2 All things are ours: the gifts of God
The purchase of a Saviour's blood:
While the good Spirit shows us how
To use, and to improve them too.

3 If peace and plenty crown my days,
They help me, Lord, to speak Thy praise;
If bread of sorrows be my food,
Those sorrows work my lasting good.

4 I would not change my blest estate
For all the world calls good or great;
And while my faith can keep her hold,
I envy not the sinner's gold.

5 Father, I wait Thy daily will,
Thou shalt divide my portion still;
Grant me on earth what seems Thee best,
Till death and heaven reveal the rest.

C.M.

To love and praise Thee more.

686

1

COWPER.

7.6. D. Although the fig-tree shall not blog80m.-Hab. iii. 17.

NOMETIMES a light surprises

It is the Lord who rises

With healing in His wings.
When comforts are declining,
He grants the soul, again,
A season of clear shining,
To cheer it after rain.

2 In holy contemplation

We gladly then pursue
The theme of God's salvation,
And find it ever new.
Set free from present sorrow
We cheerfully can say,
E'en let the unknown morrow
Bring with it what it may :
3 It can bring with it nothing,

But He will bear us through:
Who gives the lilies clothing,
Will clothe His people too.
Beneath the spreading heavens
No creature but is fed;
And He who feeds the ravens
Will give His children bread.
4 Though vine nor fig-tree neither

Their wonted fruit should bear
Though all the field should wither,
Nor flock nor herd be there;
Yet, God the same abiding,

His praise shall tune my voice;
For while in Him confiding,
I cannot but rejoice.

1

Lam. iii. 24.

WATTS.

MY God, my portion, and my love,
My everlasting all,

I've none but Thee in heaven above,
Or on this earthly ball.

2 What empty things are all the skies,
And this inferior clod!

There's nothing here deserves my joys; There's nothing like my God.

3 To Thee we owe our wealth and friends, And health and safe abode;

Thanks to Thy name for meaner things:
But they are not my God.

4 Were I possessor of the earth,
And called the stars mine own;
Without Thy graces and Thyself,
I were a wretch undone.

5 Let others stretch their arms like seas,
And grasp in all the shore;
Grant me the visits of Thy face,
And I desire no more.

My soul shall be joyful in my God.
Isa. lxi. 10.

TY God, my life, my love,

M To Thee, to Thee I call;

I cannot live if Thou remove,
For Thou art all in all,

2 To Thee, and Thee alone,

The angels owe their bliss;

They sit around Thy gracious throne, And dwell where Jesus is.

Not all the harps above,

Can make a heavenly place,

Or but conceal His face.

If God His residence remove,

1B Their emptiness and poverty;

OLEST are the humble souls that see

Treasures of grace to them are given, And crowns of joy laid up in heaven. 2 Blest are the men of broken heart, Who mourn for sin with inward smart; The blood of Christ divinely flows, A healing balm for all their woes. 3 Blest are the meek who stand afar From rage and passion, noise and war; God will secure their happy state, And plead their cause against the great.

4 Blest are the souls that thirst for grace,
Hunger and long for righteousness;
They shall be well supplied, and fed
With living streams and living bread.

5 Blest are the merciful who prove
Their sympathy by deeds of love;
From Christ the Lord shall they obtain
Like sympathy and love again.

6 Blest are the pure whose hearts are clean
From the defiling power of sin;
With endless pleasure they shall see
A God of spotless purity.

7 Blest are the men of peaceful life,
Who quench the coals of growing strife;
They shall be called the heirs of bliss,
The sons of God, the God of peace.

8 Blest are the sufferers who partake
Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake;
Their souls shall triumph in the Lord;
Glory and joy are their reward.

ISRAEL, blest beyond compare; 10 valid all Thy glories are.

Jehovah deigns to fill thy throne,
And calls thine interest His own.

2 He is thy Saviour, He thy Lord:
His shield is thine, and thine His sword:
Review in ecstasy of thought
The grand redemption He has wrought.

3 From Satan's yoke He sets thee free;
Opens thy passage through the sea;
He through the desert is thy guide,
And heaven for Canaan will provide.
4 Not Jacob's sons of old could boast
Such favours to their chosen host;
Their glories, which through ages shine,
Are but dim shades and types of thine.

5 Celestial Spirit, teach our tongue
Sublimer strains than Moses sung,
Proportioned to the sweeter name
Of God the Saviour and the Lamb.

692

C.M.

NEWTON.

The joy of the Lord is your strength.
Neh. viii. 10.

1 JOY is a fruit that will not grow

In nature's barren soil;

All we can boast, till Christ we know,
Is vanity and toil.

2 But where the Lord has planted grace,
And made His glories known,
There fruits of heavenly joy and peace
Are found, and there alone.

3 A bleeding Saviour seen by faith,
A sense of pardoning love,
A hope that triumphs over death,
Give joys like those above.

4 To take a glimpse within the veil,
To know that God is mine,
Are springs of joy that never fail,
Unspeakable, divine.

5 These are the joys which satisfy
And sanctify the mind,

Which make the spirit mount on high, And leave the world behind.

The sorrows of the mind Be banished from the place: Religion never was designed To make our pleasures less. Let those refuse to sing That never knew our God; But children of the heavenly King May speak their joys abroad.

4 The God that rules on high

5

6

And thunders when He please,

That rides upon the stormy sky,
And manages the seas,-

This awful God is ours,

Our Father and our love;

He shall send down His heavenly powers

To carry us above.

There shall we see His face,

And never, never sin;

There, from the rivers of His grace,

Drink endless pleasures in.

Yes, and before we rise

7

To that immortal state,

I will greatly rejoice in the Lord.
Isa. Ixi. 10.

A Prepare a tuneful

WAKE, my heart; arise, my tongue,

voice:

In God, the life of all my joys,
Aloud will I rejoice.

2 Tis He adorned my naked soul,
And made salvation mine;
Upon a poor polluted worm
He makes His graces shine.
3 And lest the shadow of a spot
Should on my soul be found,
He took the robe the Saviour wrought,
And cast it all around.

4 How far the heavenly robe exceeds
What earthly princes wear!

These ornaments, how bright they shine!
How white the garments are!

5 The Spirit wrought my faith, and love,
And hope, and every grace;
But Jesus spent His life to work
The robe of righteousness.

6 Strangely, my soul, art thou arrayed
By the great Sacred Three;
In sweetest harmony of praise
Let all my powers agree.

peace.-Gal. v. 22.

WAPPY soul that lives on high
While men lie grovelling here;
His hopes are fixed 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 heavenly peace.

4 He looks to heaven's eternal hill,
To meet that glorious day

But patient waits his Saviour's will
To fetch his soul away.

Yet we rejoice to hear His name,

And love Him in His word.

On earth we want the sight

Of our Redeemer's face:

Yet, Lord, our inmost thoughts delight To dwell upon Thy grace.

697 God, my exceeding joy.-Psa. xliii. 4.

1

Y God, the spring of all my joys,
The life of my delights,

The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights;-

2 In darkest shades if Thou appear,
My dawning is begun ;

Thou art my soul's sweet morning star, And Thou my rising sun.

3 The opening heavens around me shine
With beams of sacred bliss,

While Jesus shows His heart is mine,
And whispers,-I am His.

4 My soul would leave this heavy clay
At that transporting word;
Run up with joy the shining way
To meet my dearest Lord:

5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death
I'd break through every foe;
The wings of love and arms of faith
Should bear me conqueror through.
C. WESLEY.

10.10.11.11.

698 My servants shall sing for joy of

1

heart.-Isa. lxv. 14.
WHAT shall I do
My Saviour to praise,
So faithful and true,
So plenteous in grace,
So strong to deliver,
So good to redeem
The weakest believer
That hangs upon Him?
2 How happy the man
Whose heart is set free;
The people that can
Be joyful in Thee!
Their joy is to walk in
The light of Thy face;
And still they are talking
Of Jesus's grace.

3 Their daily delight

Shall be in Thy name;
They shall, as their own,
Thy righteousness claim:
Thy righteousness wearing,
And cleansed by Thy blood,
Bold shall they appear

In the presence of God.

4 For Jesus, my Lord,

Is now my defence

I trust in His word,

None plucks me from thence; Since I have found favour, He all things will do:

My King and my Saviour shall make me anew.

699 Thine eyes shall see the King in His

1 DE

beauty.-Isa. xxxiii. 17.

ESCEND from heaven, Immortal
Dove,

Stoop down and take us on Thy wings,
And mount and bear us far above
The reach of these inferior things.

2 Beyond, beyond this lower sky,
Up where eternal ages roll;
Where solid pleasures never die,
And fruits immortal feast the soul.

3 0 for a sight, a pleasing sight
Of our Almighty Father's throne;
There sits our Saviour crowned with light,
Clothed in a body like our own.

4 Adoring saints around Him stand,
And thrones and powers before Him all;
The God shines gracious through the man,
And sheds sweet glories on them all.
5 When shall the day, dear Lord, appear,
That I shall mount to dwell above,
And stand and bow amongst them there,
And view Thy face, and sing, and love?

C.M.

WATTS.

Matt. xxiv. 3.

WATTS.

W Why should we fix our eyes

should this earth delight us so?

On these low grounds where sorrows grow, And every pleasure dies?

2 While Time his sharpest scythe prepares Our comforts to destroy,

There is a land above the stars,
A world of endless joy.

3 Nature shall be dissolved and die,
The sun must end his race,
The earth and sea for ever fly
Before my Saviour's face.

4 When will that glorious morning rise?
When the last trumpet sound,
And call the nations to the skies,
From underneath the ground?

1

CANNOT bear Thine absence, Lord;
My life expires if Thou depart
Be thou, my heart, still near my God,
And Thou, my God, be near my heart.
2 I was not born for earth or sin,
Nor can I live on things so vile;
Yet I will stay my Father's time,
And hope and wait for heaven awhile.

3 Then, dearest Lord, in Thine embrace
Let me resign my fleeting breath,
And with a smile upon my face,
Pass through the solemn hour of death

703

76,76,7776. MADAN. Arise ye...this is not your rest. Micah ii. 10.

ISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings

1

MY

eternal.-2 Cor. iv. 18. thoughts surmount these lower And look within the veil ; [skies, There springs of endless pleasure rise, The waters never fail.

2 There I behold, with sweet delight,
The blessed Three in One;
And strong affections fix my sight
On God's incarnate Son.

3 His promise stands for ever firm,
His grace shall ne'er depart;
He binds my name upon His arm,
And seals it on His heart.

4 Light are the pains that nature brings,
How short our sorrows are
When with eternal future things
The present we compare!

5 I would not be a stranger still
To that celestial place,
Where I for ever hope to dwell
Near my Redeemer's face.

Rise from transitory things,

Towards heaven thy native place. Sun and moon and stars decay; Time shall soon this earth remove: Rise, my soul, and haste away To seats prepared above.

2 Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course:
Fire ascending seeks the sun:
Both speed them to their source.
So, a soul that's born of God
Pants to view His glorious face;
Upwards tends to His abode,
To rest in His embrace.

3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,
Press onward to the prize;
Soon your Saviour will return
Triumphant in the skies:
Yet a season, and we know,
Happy entrance will be given;
All our sorrows left below,

And earth exchanged for heaven.