'Tis sweet to look beyond my pains,
And long to fly away.
2 Sweet to look inward, and attend
The whispers of his love;
Sweet to look upward to the place
Where Jesus pleads above.
3 Sweet on his faithfulness to rest,
Whose love can never end;
Sweet on his covenant of grace
For all things to depend.
4 Sweet, in the confidence of faith,
To trust his firm decrees;
Sweet to lie passive in his hand,
And know no will but his.
5 If such the sweetness of the streams,
What must the fountain be,
Where saints and angels draw their bliss
Immediately from thee!
HYMN 38. S. M.
1 GRACE! 'tis a charming sound !
Harmonious to the ear;
Heav'n with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.
2 Grace first contriv'd a way,
To save rebellious man;
And all the steps his grace display,
Who drew the wond'rous plan.
3 Grace led my roving feet
To tread the heav'nly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.
4 Grace all the work shall crown,
Thro' everlasting days;
It lays in heav'n the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.
HYMN 39. L. M.
1 I THIRST, but not as once I did,
The vain delights of earth to share;
Thy words, Immanuel, all forbid
That I should seek my pleasure there.
2 It was the sight of thy dear cross
First wean'd my soul from earthly things, And taught me to esteem as dross
The mirth of fools and pomp of kings.
3 I want that grace that springs from thee,
That quickens all things where it flows;
And makes a wretched thorn like me,
Bloom as the myrtle or the rose.
4 Dear fountain of delight unknown,
No longer sink below the brim ;
But overflow and pour me down
A living and life-giving stream.
5 For sure, of all the plants that share
The notice of thy Father's eye,
None proves less grateful to his care,
Or yields him meaner fruit than I.
HYMN 40. 8, 8, 6.
1 AWAK'D by Sinai's awful sound,
My soul in guilt and thrall I found,
Expos'd to endless wo;
Eternal truth did loud proclaim
The sinner must be born again,
Or else to ruin go.
2 Amaz'd I stood, but could not tell,
Which way to shun the gates of hell,
For death and hell drew near;
I strove indeed, but strove in vain,
The sinner must be born again,
Still sounded in mine ear.
3 When to the law I trembling fled,
It pour'd its curses on my head,
I no relief could find;
This fearful truth renew'd
my pain,
The sinner must be born again,
And whelm'd my tortur'd mind.
4 Again did Sinai's thunders roll,
And guilt lay heavy on my soul,
A vast oppressive load :
Alas! I read, and saw it plain,
The sinner must be born again,
Or feel the wrath of God.
5 But while I thus in anguish lay,
Jesus of Naz'reth pass'd this
And felt his pity move :
The sinner by his justice slain,
Now by his grace is born again,
And sings redeeming love.
6 To heaven the joyful tidings flew, The angels tun'd their harps anew, And loftier notes did raise;
All hail the lamb who once was slain;
Unnumber'd millions born again
Will shout thine endless praise.
1 As when a weary trav'ller gains The height of some o'erlooking hill, His heart revives, if, cross the plains, He eyes his home, tho' distant still. 2 Thus, when the christian pilgrim views, By faith his mansion in the skies;
The sight his fainting strength renews,
And wings his speed to reach the prize.
3 'Tis there with Jesus he's to dwell,
To spend an everlasting day;
There shall he bid his cares farewell,
For he shall wipe his tears away.
↑ AM I a soldier of the cross,
A follower of the Lamb?
And shall I fear to own his cause,
Or blush to speak his name?
2 Must I be carried to the skies,
On flowery beds of ease;
Though others fought to win the prize,
And sail'd through bloody seas?
3 Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?
4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign-
Increase my courage, Lord!
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.
5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer though they die
They see the triumph from afar,
And seize it with their eye.
6 When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all thy armies shine
In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be thine,
HYMN 43. L. M.
1 O LORD, my God, in mercy turn, In mercy hear a sinner mourn! To thee I call, to thee I cry,
O leave me, leave me not to die!
2 I strove against thee, Lord, I know,
I spurn'd thy grace, I mock'd thy law;
The hour is past-the day's gone by,
And I am left alone to die!
3 O pleasures past, what are ye now
But thorns about my bleeding brow?
Spectres that hover round my brain,
And aggravate and mock my pain.
4 For pleasure I have given my soul,
Now justice, let thy thunders roll!
Now vengeance smile-and with a blow
Lay the rebellious ingrate low.
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