There doth our Shepherd kindly guide, 4 When from this fold we ever stray, 5 The tender lambs, too prone to trace And, in his bosom, shields from harm. 6 Shepherd and Bishop of my soul, 2 3 4 HYMN 242. S. M. Blessings of the Gospel. RIVERS from Jesus flow, And bright prophetic streams; There trees of life immortal grow, Leaves from those trees shall heal Sinners the living balsam feel, Thus from the house of God, And, like the all-atoning blood, Behold the spicy hills, And ever-living groves ! Their pleasant fruit the hungry fills TURNER. H. BALLOU. MA HYMN 243. C. M. The heavenly Jerusalem. TAY sacred heat inspire my tongue, With golden numbers fill my song, 2 Of the eternal fair I sing, Zion, the city of our King, 3 Behold! her walls are great and high, Her gates the word of prophecy, 4 From north and south, from east and west, And find in her immortal rest, 5 On emblematic stones she stands, 6 She like a jasper stone most bright, In her there is no gloom of night, 7 Of her the Holy One hath said, Her seed shall bruise the serpent's head ; 8 Thus the male and female one, H. BALLOU. HYMN 244. Eights Metre. The call of Zion, and the exhibition of her glory: Collected from various Scriptures. ARISE from thy wilderness state, Thou Zion, belov'd of the Lord, 2 Now clothe thee with raiment of light From the dust of the earth thou shalt rise, Thus the captive, with pleasing surprise, HYMN 245. C. M. Confidence in God. WHY thus dejected, O my soul! 2 Hope thou in God, and in him trust, He is both merciful and just; TURNER. 3 My soul, thy highest notes of praise And in thy sweetest anthems raise 4 Thy health, thy beauty, and thy pow'r, HYMN 246. L. M. H. BALLOU. We are all the Offspring of our God. Acts. xvii. 28. WE All nations, made of the same blood, 2 The Greek and Jew are one by faith; 3 Let God be worshipp'd and ador'd ; To Gods which mortal hands have made. TO HYMN 247. C. M. There is no Peace to the Wicked. NO peace my starving soul can find In sin's deceitful way; No pleasant fruits to cheer the mind, 2 A guilty conscience gnaws within, H. BALLOW. 3 0, why should men in sin remain? 4 Hast thou not promis'd in thy word, And set the sinner free. HYMN 248. C. M. H. BALLOU The innumerable Multitude. Rev. vii. 9, &c. EHOLD on Zion's heavenly shore, BEH A vast and shining band; Which can't be told, or number'd o'er, 2 From earth's remotest bounds they came, And, thro' the vict'ries of the Lamb, 3 Their robes they've wash'd in Jesus' blood They stand before the throne of God, 4 Hunger and thirst they know no more, 5 To living streams of heavenly joy To drink fresh draughts in their employ, 6 God all their tears shall wipe away, And God with them shall dwell. H. BALLOU. |