That flesh, that dying blood of thine, The vallies bless the rich perfume. Each soul to Christ the living Vine! I know the bright, the Morning-Star. And tread the refuse with his feet. 10 Is he a Rock? How firm he proves ! 11 Is he a Way? He leads to God, The path is drawn in lines of blood! 12 Is he a Door? I'll enter in ; Behold the pastures, large and green! And all the sheep have freedom there. [ 13 Is be a Sun? His beams are grace, His course is joy and righteousness : Nations rejoice when he appears To chase their clouds and dry their tears. 14 Is he a Temple? I adore Th' indwelling Majesty and power; HYMN 282. C. M. Christ the Great High Priest of our Profession. THOU HOU dear Redeemer, dying Lamb! No music like thy charming name, Can half so pleasing be! 2 O may we ever hear thy voice And in our Priest will we rejoice, 3 Our Jesus shall be still our theme 4 When we appear in yonder cloud, Then will we sing more sweet and loud, Now God's tender Care of his Church, JOW shall my inward joys arise, And pleasures tune my tongue. 2 God on his thirsty Zion's bill WATTS. 3 Why do we then indulge our fears, 4 Can a kind woman e'er forget And 'mongst a thousand tender thoughts, 5 Yet, saith the Lord, should nature change, Zion still dwells upon the heart 6 Deep on the palms of both my hands My hands shall raise her ruin'd walls, HYMN 284. L. M. Persecution. ABSURD and vain attempt ! to bind, With iron chains, the freeborn mind To force conviction, and reclaim 3 Mad zeal! that fills the world with wo! 4 Jesus, thy gentle law of love Does no such cruelties approve; Mild as thyself, thy doctrine wields No arms, but what persuasion yields. 5 By proofs divine and reason strong, It draws the willing soul along; ; WATTS. And conquests to thy church acquires, HYMN 285. L. M. Holy Resolution. AH, wretched souls, who strive in vain! Slaves to the world, and slaves to sin ! A nobler toil may I sustain, A nobler satisfaction win. 2 I would resolve with all my heart, 50 Great God, accept my soul's desire, SCOTT. MRS. STEELE. HYMN 286. S. M. Christ the Branch of David, and the Morning Star. Thou righteous Branch, which thence did spring, 2 Our weary souls shall rest 3 Beneath thy grateful shade; Our thirsting lips the sweets shall taste, Fair morning Star, arise! With living glories bright; And pour on these awak'ning eyes 4 The horrid gloom is fled, Pierc'd by thy heavenly ray; Shine, and our wand'ring footsteps lead To everlasting day. DODDRIDGE altered. HYMN 287. C. M. A Pillar in the Heavenly Temple. A1 And own that David's royal key ; 2 Open the treasures of thy love, 3 There as a pillar let me stand, 4 There, deep engraven let me bear 5 In lasting characters inscribe Thy own beloved name; DODDRIDGE. |