1 FAR from my thoughts, vain world, be
Let my religious hours alone!
Fain would my eyes my Saviour see,
I wait a visit, Lord, from thee!
2 My heart grows warm with holy fire,
And kindles with a pure desire;
Come, my dear Jesus, from above,
And feed my soul with heav'nly love!
3 [The trees of life immortal stand
In fragrant rows at thy right hand,
And in sweet murmurs, by their side,
Rivers of bliss perpetual glide.
4 Blest Jesus, what delicious fare!
How sweet thy entertainments are!
Never did angels taste above,
Redeeming grace and dying love!
5 Hail, great Immanuel! all divine,
In thee thy Father's glories shine;
Thou brightest, grandest, fairest One,
That eyes have seen, or angels known!
1 LORD, what a heav'n of saving grace
Shines through the beauties of thy face,
And lights our passions to a flame!
Lord, how we love thy charming Name!
2 When I can say, my God is mine,
When I can feel thy glories shine,
I tread the world beneath my feet,
And all that earth calls good, or great!
3 While such a scene of sacred joys
Our raptur'd eyes and souls employs,
Here we could sit, and gaze away
A long, an everlasting day!
4 Well, we shall quickly pass the night,
To the fair coasts of perfect light;
Then shall our joyful senses rove
O'er the dear object of our love!
5 There shall we drink full draughts of bliss,
And pluck new life from heav'nly trees:
Yet now and then, dear Lord, bestow
A drop of heav'n on worms below!
6 Send comforts down from thy right hand While we pass through this barren land, And in thy temple let us see
A glimpse of love, a glimpse of Thee!
1 RISE, my soul! and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace:
Rise, from transitory things,
Tow'rds heav'n, thy native place!
Sun, and moon, and stars, decay;
Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepar'd above!
2 Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course;
Fire, ascending, seeks the sun;
Both speed them to their source:
Thus a soul, that's born of God,
Pants to view its Father's face,
Upward tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.
3 Cease, ye pilgrims! cease to mourn;
Press onward to the prize;
Soon the Saviour will return
Triumphant in the skies:
Yet, a season, and you know
Happy entrance will be given,-
All your sorrows left below,
And earth exchang'd for heaven!
1 COME, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise:
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above:
Praise the mount-I'm fix'd upon it,
Mount of God's unchanging love!
2 Here I raise my Ebenezer,
Hither by thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
Shortly to arrive at home:
Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wand'ring from the fold of God; He, to rescue me from danger, Interpos'd his precious blood. 3 O! to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrain'd to be! Let thy grace, Lord, like a fetter, Bind my vagrant heart to thee! Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it; Prone to leave the God I love Here's my heart, Lord, take and seal it, Seal it from thy court above!
1 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise!
2 Thy providence my life sustain'd,
And all my wants redrest,
When in the silent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breast.
3 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant-heart conceiv'd
From whom those comforts flow'd.
4 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe,
And led me on to man.
5 When worn by sickness, oft hast thou
With health renew'd my face;
And when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Reviv'd my soul with grace.
6 Through all eternity to thee
A joyful song I'll raise;
And, O, it needs eternity
To utter all thy praise!
1 INDULGENT God! to thee I raise
My spirit, fraught with joy and praise:
Grateful I bow before thy throne,
My debt of mercy there to own.
2 Rivers descending, Lord! from thee,
Perpetual glide to solace me:
Their varied virtues to rehearse
Demands an everlasting verse.
3 And yet there is, beyond the rest,
One stream-the widest and the best-
Salvation! Lo, the purple flood
Rolls rich with my Redeemer's blood!
4 I taste-delight succeeds to woe;
I bathe-no waters cleanse me so;
Such joy and purity to share,
I would remain for ever there
5 But death shall give my soul to know The Fountain-scarcely known below!-
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