ADAPTED TO A FAVOURITE AIR.
No more shall fancy's golden dreams
Awake my harp's melodious lays;
I'll strike its notes to nobler themes,
And sing my great Redeemer's praise.
Awake, awake, my trembling lyre,
And strike up every tuneful string;
My longing heart is all on fire,
To sound the praise of Christ my King.
How boundless is Jehovah's love!
Unmerited and free:
How boundless is Jehovah's love;
The Saviour died for me.
Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
Jesus died for me.
Let Heathen poets tune their lays,
Of halcyon streams, and fabled
songs of adoration raise
To fancied deities and loves;
I'll sing the God who built the sky,
Yet groan'd and died on Calvary;
Who heav'd the agonizing sigh,
To save a rebel worm like me.
How boundless is Jehovah's love! &c.
Let all creation join their voice,
And loud hosannas sweetly sing;
In songs of noblest praise rejoice;
Jehovah is the sovereign King.
He spake, and earth from chaos came,
He form'd the planets by his word;
Let nature's universal frame,
Unite to praise the sovereign Lord.
How boundless is Jehovah's love! &c.
But when he lays his glories by,
And, veil'd in flesh, for man appears; And dies, that we no more may die,
What stubborn eye refrains from tears! With love and grief his praise I'll sing, Who groan'd and died on Calvary; Hosanna to my Lord and King!
He died for ALL; he died for me!
How boundless is Jehovah's love! &c.
But soon he burst the darksome tomb,
The mighty God triumphant rose;
Nor could the grave's eternal gloom,
Nor vanquish'd death his arm oppose.
The rising, reigning God I'll sing,
By all in heaven and earth ador'd ;
Hosanna to my Lord and King;
Eternal Saviour, Mighty God!
How boundless is Jehovah's love! &c.
And when th' eternal fiat's done,
The mountains melt, the seas retire;
The planets from their orbits run,
And nature sinks, involv'd in fire;
Then, then his faithful saints shall sing,
And shout their great Redeemer nigh;
Fly up to meet their Lord and King,
And reign with him above the sky.
How boundless is Jehovah's love!
Unmerited and free!
How boundless is Jehovah's love!
The Saviour died for me!
Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
Jesus died for ME!
HAPPY infant, sweetly rest,
Soft and tranquil be thy breast;' Thou canst sleep secure from harm, Guarded by a mother's arm.
Happy infant, sweetly rest,
With Arcadian visions blest;
Dreams of bliss thy slumbers crown,
Make thy pillow softest down.
Happy infant, free from guile,
Soft and placid is thy smile;
Little dost thou fear or know,
Pining grief or wasting wo.
Softly sleep, my lovely boy,
Thou art all thy mother's joy;
And thy soft unconscious smile,
Sweetens all her care and toil.
While thou slumb'rest on my knee,
From all care and sorrow free;
I, that heaven thy life may bless,
Thus a mother's prayer address.
Thou, who rul'st o'er earth and sky,
Thron'd in peerless majesty ;
Hear, O hear a parent's prayer,
Make my babe thy constant care.
Those sweet babes in mercy given,
Have regain'd their native heaven;
This their lot may shortly share;
All is fragile that is fair.
Gracious power, if this thy will,
Bid my anxious heart be still;
Know thee good, confess thee just,
Meekly bow, and humbly trust.
But if so thy will ordain,
I shall still this boon retain;
If my babe to manhood rise
Ere thou take him to the skies;
In his heart may truth preside,
Virtue all his actions guide;
And my beating bosom prove
Sweet returns of filial love.
Early may he feel and know
Whence his daily mercies flow;
Grateful, all thy goodness see,
And devote his youth to Thee.
Be his heart to virtue form'd,
With each tender passion warm'd;
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