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13 When flesh decays, when vigor fails, 921. T. 14.
He will thy strength and portion be; BLEST be that sacred cov'nant love, Support thy weakness, bear thy ails, Uniting tho' we part;
And softly whisper, " trust in me." Our bodies may far off remove, Himself will be thy helping Friend, We still are ope in heart.
Thy good Physician, yea thy Nurse, 2 Join't in one spirit to our Head,
* To make thy bed will condescend,
And from affliction take the curse. Where he appoints, we go, And still in Jesus' footsteps tread,
* Psalm xli. 3. Show forth his praise below.
923. T. 22. 3 Oh, may we ever walk with him, And nothing know beside,
THO'I'm in body full of pain, Nought else desire, nought else esteem, My soul doth heav'nly comfort gain; But Jesus crucify'd.
And, should I die, I'm not afraid,
Since Jesus suffer'd in my stead. 4 Nor joy nor grief, nor time nor place,
2 Yet one thing will I ask of thee; Nor life nor death can part
Never, O Lord, forsake thou me; Thoše, who enjoying Jesus' grace,
But bless me often, keep my mind In him are one in heart.
Stay'd on thy help, to thee resign'd. 5 Soon will he wipe off ev'ry tear,
3 Then I shall be supremely blest, On Canaan's blissful shore,
Nor ask, tho' sick, to be releas'd; Where all, who friends in Jesus are,
I'll wait thy time, thy love I feel, Shall meet to part no more.
I know thou rulest all things well.
924. T. 22.
I pine with sickness, and with sin ;
Bow'd down with guilt, I can't look up.
2. To thee, O Lord, in faith I turn, 922.
Who all my sicknesses hast borne; WHEN pining sickness wastes the Sin thou hadst none, and yet didst die frame,
For guilty sinners, such as I. Acute disease or weak’ning pain; 3 Sin's rankling sores my soul corrode, When life fast spends its feeble flame, Oh, heal them with thy precious blood;
And all the help of man proves vain; And if thou wilt my health restore, Joyless and flat all things appear, Lord, let me ne'er offend thee more.
Languid the spirits, weak the flesh, No med cines ease, nor cordials cheer,
925. T. 22. Food can't support, nor sleep refresh;
OH, HOW 'I long to go and see 2 Then, then to have recourse to God,
The Lamb of God, who dy'd for me'; To pray to him in time of need,
How do I languish, night and day,
To hear him bid me come away!
2 He loves and values me; I him ;
3 With pining sickness I decay, 2 They praise the Lamb who once was Diseases wear my flesh away; But we can add a higher strain ; [slain, But I shall soon his leave obtain
Not only say,
“ He suffer'd thus ;" To be releas'a from all my pain. But, that “ He suffer'd all for us." 4 Quickly, O Lord, thy angels charge 3 When angels by transgression fell, To set my longing soul at large; Justice consign'd them all to hell; Quickly thy blessed husts command But mercy form’d a wondrous plan To carry me to thy right hand. To save and honor fallen man, 5 My loving friends, farewel, farewel, Jesus, who pass'd the angels by, 1 with Jesus Christ to dwell, Assum'd our flesh to bleed and die;
go Welcome my heav'nly country now,
He who redeem'd us by his blood, Parents and brethren, all adieu ! As man, still fills the throne of God..
5 Immanuel, our Brother now, F. Concerning the holy Angels. Is he 'fore whom the angels bow;
They join with us to praise
his name, T. 22.
But we the nearest int’rest claim. TO God let all the human race 6 But, ah, how faint our praises rise ! Bring adoration, thanks and praise ; Sure, 'tis the wonder of the skies, He makes his love and wisdom known That we, who share his richest love, By angels who surround his throne. So cold and unconceru'd should prove. 2 The angels, whom his breath inspires, 7 glorious hour, it comes with speed, His ministers, are flaming fires,
When we from sin and darkness freed, With joy they in his service move,
Shall see our God who dy'd for man, To bear his vengeance or his love. And praise him more than angels can! 3 With gladness they obey his will,
928.* T. 70.
When they to Christ draw near,
Fall down before him,
Exceeding all our representation.
2 Heirs of salvation, 5 O Lord, we'll bless thee all our days,
Redeemed with Christ's blood, Our souls shall glory in thy grace ; Their ministration Thy praiseshalldwell uponour tongues, Demands our gratitude ; All Saints and angels join our songs. They'll guard us till we shall assemble, 6 We pray thee, let the heav'nly host Where our joint voices shall fill the Be guardians of our land and coast, temple, Bid then watch o'er thy flock of grace, That we may lead a life of peace.
THE seraphim of God 927. T. 22.
Exalt :||: their voices loud, Now let us join our hearts and With joy.'fore him they shout; tongues,
Their holy choirs in heav'nly blaze And emulate the angels' songs; Sing constantly with cover'd face, For sinners may address their King Holy, Holy is God-Holy is God, In songs that angels cannot sing. The Lord of Sabaoth !
THE holy angels,
2 Thereto the church of Christ,
T. 583. His flesh : 1: and bone confess'd, THANKS to our Lord for all the Sings, Amen! God be prais'd!
faithfulness Above and here one voice doth sound: Wherewith his angels guard his chosen
[race; Praise him who hath for us aton'd!
Whene'er they ask for his supreme To God in highest strain !
[hands. To the Lamb slain !
Hegives them charge to bear us in their All glory be! Amen. 3 When Christ, once crucified,
.932. Returns :: with his pierc'd side
ANGELS astonish'd view their God In glory, to his bride,
As Son of man to sinners giv'n; And all the world shall quake with fear, With awe they saw his streaming blood, Then will with joy 'fore him appear
Were struck, and silence was in The countless ransom'd race,
heav'n; And sing his praise
Now they with all the saints in light In never-ceasing lays.
Worship the Lamb enthron'd above, And praise the length, the breadth,
And depth of God's stupendous love. 930. T. 14.
T. 141. Ye angels, who excel in pow'r,
HOLY, holy, holy, Praise
and bless the Lord ! Ye who delight to do his will,
Sings th' angelic choir ;
Might we, sinners, truly Laad him with one accord.
Glow with heav'nly fire; 2 Yea, all his works, in ev'ry place, Praising all together Extol his holy name !
Deeply bow'd in dust, My thankful heart, my mind and soul, God, Jehovah, Father, Unite to praise the same !
Son, and Holy Ghost.
XXXVIII. Of our Departure unto the Lord, and the
Resurrection of the Body,
3 Come, saith thy bride, who longs
for thee, THANK God, towards eternity
Of all else she is weary, Another step is taken,
And prays to thee incessantly, My heart with longing turns to thee : Come, come, and do not tarry;
Tho' not by thee forsaken, Jesus, my Bridegroom, come to me, I long and pant for my release, Thou know'st, O Lord, my soul to thee When I shall hence depart in peace,
Already is betrothed. To be with thee for ever.
4 I am assur'd, nor life nor death 2 I tell the hours and days and years,
Me from thy love can sever, And think them tedious ages, While I abide in thee by faith, Until the wish’d-for time appears And taste thy love and favor ;
Which all my grief assuages; What though this time seem long to Meanwhile with haste I forward press, me, Till I arrive with thankfulness A foretaste of eternity At my desired haven.
I have in thy communion.
4 Hear thou our hearts' desire, FAREWEL henceforth for ever,
Most gracious Lord and Saviour, All empty worldly joys;
Let us in peace expire, Farewel, for Christ my Saviour
And rise to meet thy favor; Alone my thoughts employs ;
And when thou shalt assign In heav'n's my conversation,
His doom to ev'ry one, Where the redeem'd possess
Thy righteousness divine In him complete salvation,
Shall be our boast alone, The gift of God's free-grace.
T. 74. 2 Counsel me, dearest Jesus, According to thy heart;
THE Lord my Portion is, Heal thou all my diseases,
I know no other bliss, And ev'ry harm avert:
Here nor eternally, Be thou my consolation
But that which flows to me While here on earth I live,
From Jesus' blood and death, And at my expiration
Whereon I trust by faith. Me to thyself receive.
2 Thou know'st, O God, that I, 3 May in my heart's
Were I just now to die, Thy name and cross always
No Saviour have beside, Shine forth, with all their graces,
But Christ who for me dy'd; To yield me joy and peace; He is my faithful Friend, Stand 'fore me in that figure,
Whose mercies never end. Wherein thou bar'st for us
3 I shall, when time is o'er, Justice in all its rigour,
Behold for evermore Expiring on the cross.
My Saviour, Lord and God, 936.* T. 146. Who bought me by, his blood,
And view the wounds which he
Received once for me.
4 The time to time is known,
Meanwhile be this alone
My care, that thro' his
I Prompts us to sing his praise,
may run my race,
That I in faith may die,
And live eternally.
YE who Jesus' patients are,
Thither, where ye wish to share
O may ye-constantly,
Look for joys celestial.
Where each true believer
Praise the Lord for ever, Him whom by faith we know, Here, by faith-in his death, Chief Shepherd of his fold,
We find consolation In whom we're'one,
And complete salvation,
3 He is, as long as life shall last,
The Source of all their bliss, How soon, exalted Jesus,
And when they from this world depart, Thou wilt to us reveal
They see him as he is, Thy countenance most glorious,
4 Lord, may I live to thee by faith, That none as yet can tell ;
To thee Ó may I die, So as thou didst appear
For thine I am in life and death,
Thine, thine eternally,
942. ? Till then, thou wilt call over, ALTHO’a pardou'd sinner's mind Out of thy family,
To be with Christ is most inclin'd, Now one, and then another,
Yet, long as he remaineth here, To be at rest with thee:
Be it a day, a month, or year, [grace, O grant us needful grace,
If but his heart be daily cheer'd by That we may run our race
With patience he can run his destin'd Relying on thy mercy, Till we shall see thy face.
2 We in this world no city have
Where we to fix our dwelling crave; 940. T. 11.
For as a trav'ller on the road LORD, my times are in thy hand,
Oft rests, but hath no fix'd abode, ,
Life's comforts thus we welcome, not Be they then at thy command ;
[view, Let me live to thee alone, Then the sting of death is gone.
But keep our heav’nly mansion still in 2 Whither should I, sinner, flee,
943. Lord, for shelter, but to thee ?
LORD, whither can I sinner flee, Thou hast gone before, in grace, When I
go hence but to thy breast ? To prepare a resting-place.
For I have sought no other home, 3 Bearing my sin's heavy load,
For I have found no other rest, All thy steps were mark'd with blood, When earthly cares engross the mind, From the garden to the cross,
And turn my thoughtsaside from thee, Suff’ring to retrieve our loss, Then the successive days and nights
Seem long and wearisome to me. 4. By thy bitter agony, By thy life pour'd out for me,
2 My God, and can a needy child,
That loves thee in humility, Oh, let me, a sinner, find
God a Friend most kind. From thy dear presence be exild, my
Or ever separated be?
O no, for in thy wounded hands
By faith my name engrav'd I see; WHETHER the period of this life
Firm and secure thy promise stands, Be long or short, we know,
Thatwhere thou art thy friends shall be. 'Tis in itself of no great weight,
944. T. 96. We're pilgrims here below.
and feebleness extreme, 2 Thrice happy they, who in this time Who shall a helpless worm redeem! In Jesus Christ believe,
Jesus, my only hope thou art, And as a living sacrifice
Strength of my failing flesh and heart! ļo him their bodies give.*
O could I catch a smile from thec, * Rom. xii, 1.
And drop into eternity!