Obrazy na stronie

365. Spiritual Sloth. Our drowsy pow'rs, why sleep ye so?

Awake, each sluggish soul ! Nothing has half thy work to do,

Yet nothing's half so dull.
The little ants for one poor grain

Labour, and tug, and strive;
Yet, we who have an heav'n ť obtain,

How negligent we live !
We for whose sake all nature stands,

And stars their courses move !
We, for whose guard the angel-bands

Come flying from above:
We, for whom God the Son came down,

And labour'd for our good, How careless to secure that crown

He purchas’d with his blood ! Lord, shall we live so sluggish still,

And never act our parts? Come, holy Dove, from th' heav'nly hill,

And sit, and warm our hearts.
Then shall our active spirits move,

Upwards our souls shall rise;
With hands of faith and wings of love

We'll fly and take the prize.

366. Gospel Privileges. O HAPPY they who know the Lord,

With whom he deigns to dwell!

He feeds and cheers them by his word,

His arm supports them well.
To them, in each distressing hour,

His throne of grace is near;
And when they plead his love and pow'r,

He stands engag'd to hear.
His presence sweetens all our cares,

And makes our burdens light;
A word from him dispels our fears,

And gilds the gloom of night.
Lord, we expect to suffer here,

Nor would we dare repine;
But give us still to find thee near,

And own us still for thine.
Let us enjoy and highly prize

These tokens of thy love, 'Till thou shalt bid our spirits rise,

To worship thee above.

367. Prayer for Divine Love. O Love divine, how sweet thou art! When shall I find my longing heart

All taken up by thee?
O make me pant and thirst to prove
The greatness of redeeming love,

The love of Christ to me.
God only knows the love of God
O that it now were shed abroad

In each poor stony heart !

For love I'd sigh, for love I'd pine,
This only portion, Lord, be mine,

Be mine this better part!
O that we could for ever sit,
With Mary, at the Master's feet,

Be this our happy choice!
Our only care, delight, and bliss,
Our joy, our heav'n on earth, be this,

To hear the bridegroom's voice.
Thy only love may we require,
Nothing on earth beneath desire,

Nothing in heav'n above;
Let earth and all its trifles go,
Give us, O Lord, thy love to know,

Give us thy precious love !

368. Happiness in God's Ways O TELL me no more

Of this world's vain store; The time for such trifles

With me now is o'er. A country I've found,

Where true joys abound; To dwell I'm determin'd

On that happy ground.
The souls that believe,

In Paradise live,
And me in that number

Will Jesus receive.

My soul, don't delay,

He calls thee away;
Rise, follow thy Saviour,

And bless the glad day.
No mortal doth know

What he can bestow;
What life, strength, and comfort;

Go after him, go.
And when I'm to die,

• Receive me,' I'll cry,
For Jesus hath' lov'd me,

I cannot say why !
And now I'm in care,

My neighbours may share
These blessings: to seek them

Will none of you dare?
In bondage, why!

And death will you lie,
When one here assures you

Free grace is so nigh?

369. Divine Grace.
O Lord, how great's the favour,

That we such sinners poor,
Can, through thy death's sweet savour,

Approach thy mercy's door,
And find an open passage

Unto the throne of grace ;
There wait the welcome message,

Which bids us go in peace.

[ocr errors]

Lord, we are helpless creatures,

full of the deepest need, Throughout defil'd by nature,

Stupid and inly dead; Our strength is perfect weakness,

And all we have is sin; Our hearts are all uncleanness,

A den of thieves within. In this forlorn condition,

Who shall afford us aid? Where shall we find compassion,

But in the church's Head ?. Jesus, thou art all pity,

O take us to thine arms, And exercise thy mercy,

To save us from all harms, We'll never cease repeating

Our numberless complaints; But ever be intreating

The glorious King of saints: 'Till we attain the image

Of him we inly love;
And pay our grateful homage

With all the saints above.
Then we, with all in glory,

Shall thankfully relate Th’ amazing, pleasing story

Of Jesu's love so great : In this blest contemplation

We shall for ever dwell,

« PoprzedniaDalej »