2 'Tis yours to sing th' eternal date Of love divine, and how it moves To helpless man; with triumph great, Sing loud, for God the song approves. 3 Hail Bethle'em! Hail the ruddy morn, Whose rays beheld the infant God! Messiah, of a virgin born, A God! a man to die in blood. 4 For us salvation wide displays 5 We'll sing the garden and the tree, 6 We'll sing a note that high prevails, HYMN 181. C. M. Longing for nearness to God. OH, could I find from day to day, A nearness to my God; Then should my hours glide sweet away And lean upon his word. 2 Lord, I desire with thee to live, Anew from day to day; In joys the world can never give, 30 Jesus, come and rule my heart, 4 Thus, till my last expiring breath, And when my flesh dissolves in death, 3 Through boundless grace, I then shall spend An everlasting day, In the embraces of that friend, Who took my guilt away. 6 His worthy name shall have the praise, On scenes for ever new. HYMN 182. L. M. The Struggle between Faith and Unbelief. JESUS, believing we rejoice, And triumph in thy pard'ning voice: 3 Oh, let not sin and Satan boast, Which thine own gracious pow'r hath wrought. 4 Do thou the dying spark inflame; HYMN 183. C. M. Christ the Head of the Church. Eph. iv. 15, 16, JESUS, we sing thy matchless grace, That calls base worms thine own; 3 Thy saints on earth, and those above, And thou, their common Lord. 4 Oh, may our faith each hour receive, Thus death and hell shall ne'er receive 5 Thou, the whole body will present Nor shall a wrinkle or a spot, HYMN 184. L. M. Retirement and Meditation. Psalm iv. 4 ETURN, my roving heart, return, Rnd chase these shadowy forme no more; Seek out some solitude to mourn, 2 Wisdom and pleasure dwell at home; The way to break the tempter's snare. HYMN 185. C. M. Submission under bereaving Providences. P blasts our joys in death, EACE, 'tis the Lord Jehovah's hand, Changes the visage once so dear, Whose steady counsels wisely rule, 3 'Tis He, whose justice might demand Yet scatters, with unwearied hand, 4 Our cov'nant-God and Father, he, Whose grace can heal the bursting heart, 5 Silent we own Jehovah's name ; HYMN 186. C. M. Belshazzar, or the Sinner trembling. OOR sinners! little do they think 2 Chaldea's king, profanely bold, But vengeance soon his boasts control'd, 3 He saw a hand upon the wall, Which wrote his sudden, dreadful fall, 4 See him, o'erwhelm'd with deep distress! His eyes with anguish roll; His looks and loosen'd joints express 5 His pomp and music, guests and wine, O sinner, ere this case be thine, 6 The law, like this hand-writing, stands, And speaks the wrath of God; But Jesus answers its demands, And cancels it with blood. |