4 Should both the Indies at my call
Their boasted stores resign;
With joy I would renounce them all,
For leave to call thee mine.
5 Should earth's vain treasures all depart,
Of this dear gift possess'd,
I'd clasp it to my joyful heart,
And think myself most bless'd.
6 Dear Sov'reign of my soul's desires,
Thy love is bliss divine;
Accept the wish that love inspires,
And bid me call thee mine."
The star of Bethlehem. Mat. ii. 10.
1 WHEN marshalled on the nightly plain,
The glittering hosts bestud the sky,
One star alone, of all that train,
Can fix the sinner's wandering eye:
Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks,
From ev'ry host, from ev'ry gem;
But one alone the Saviour speaks;
It is the Star of Bethlehem.
2 Once on the raging seas I rode;
The storm was loud, the night was dark,
The ocean yawn'd, and rudely blow'd
The wind that toss'd my foundering bark.
Deep horror then my vitals froze,
Death-struck, I ceas'd the tide to stem;
When suddenly a star arose ;
It was the Star of Bethlehem.
3 It was my guide, my light, my all; It bade my dark forebodings cea
And through the storm and danger's thrall,
It led me to the port of peace.
Now safely moor'd, my perils o'er,
I'll sing, first in night's diadem,
Forever and for evermore,
The Star-the Star of Bethlehem.
Mat. xxi. 42. John xx. 28.
1 "WHAT think ye of Christ ?" is the test,
To try both your state and your scheme;
You cannot be right in the rest,
Unless you think rightly of him;
As Jesus appears in your view,
As he is beloved or not;
So God is disposed to you,
And mercy or wrath is your lot.
2 Some take him a creature to be-
A man, or an angel at most:
Sure these have no feelings like me,
Nor know themselves wretched and lost;
So guilty-so helpless am I,
I could not confide in his word,
Unless I could make the reply,
That Christ is "My Lord and my God."
Coronation. Song iii. 11.
1 ALL hail the power of Jesus' name!
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him-Lord of all.
1 him, ye martyrs of our God, Therefrom his altar call;
Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,
And crown him-Lord of all.
3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
Ye ransom'd from the fall,
Hail him who saves you by his grace,
And crown him-Lord of all.
4 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall,
Go, spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him-Lord of all.
5 Let every kindred, every tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,
And crown him-Lord of all.
6 O that, with yonder sacred throng,
We at his feet may fall;
We'll join the everlasting song,
And crown him-Lord of all.
Compassion of Christ. Luke xix. 41.
1 DID Christ o'er sinners weep!
And shall our cheeks be dry?
Let floods of penitential grief
Burst forth from every eye.
2 The Son of God in tears,
Angels with wonder see!
Be thou astonish'd, O my soul,
He shed those tears for thee.
3 He wept that we might weep-
Each sin demands a tear;
In heaven alone no sin is found,
And there's no weeping there."
.Learning of Christ. Mat. xi. 29.
1 GO to dark Gethsemane,
Ye that feel the tempter's power,
Your Redeemer's conflict see,
Watch with him one bitter hour;
Turn not from his griefs away,
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
2 Follow to the judgment hall,
View the Lord of life arraign'd:
O the wormwood and the gall!
O the pangs his soul sustain'd!
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;
Learn of him to bear the cross.
3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb;
There adoring at his feet,
Mark that miracle sublime,
God's own sacrifice complete :
"It is finish'd," hear him cry;
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.
4 Early hasten to the tomb,
Where they laid his breathless clay;
All is solitude and gloom,
Who hath taken him away?
Christ is ris'n; he meets our eyes!
Saviour, teach us so to rise.
Physician. Jer. viii. 22.
1 HOW lost was my condition,
Till JESUS made me whole!
There is but one physician
Can cure a sin-sick soul!
The worst of all diseases
Is light compared with sin;
On evry part ít seizes,
But rages most within.
2 From men great skill professing,
I thought a cure to gain;
But this prov'd more distressing,
And added to my pain—
Some said that nothing ail'd me,
Some gave me up for lost;
Thus every refuge fail'd me,
And all my hopes were cross'd.
3 At length this great Physician-
How matchless is his grace!
Accepted my petition,
And undertook my case-
Next door to death he found me,
And snatch'd me from the grave,
To tell to all around me
His wondrous power to save.
4 A dying, risen JESUS,
Seen by the eye of faith,
At once from danger frees us,
And saves the soul from death-
Come then to this Physician,
His help he'll freely give;
He makes no hard condition,
'Tis only, look—and live.
Christ's dying Love. 2 Cor. v. 14, 15. 1 SEE, Lord, thy willing subjects bow, Adoring low before thy throne; Accept our humble, cheerful vow; Thou art our sov'reign, thou alone.
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