2 Then I arise, and search the street,
Till I my Lord, my Saviour meet;
I ask the watchmen of the night,
Where did you see my soul's delight?
3 Sometimes I find him in my way,
Directed by a heavenly ray;
I leap for joy to see his face,
And hold him fast in my embrace.
4 (I bring him to my mother's home,
Nor does my Lord refuse to come;
To Zion's sacred chambers, where
My soul first drew the vital air.

5 He gives me there his bleeding heart,
Pierc'd for my sake with deadly smart;
I give my soul to him, and there
Our loves their mutual tokens share.)
6 I charge you all, ye earthly toys,
Approach not to disturb my joys;
Nor sin, nor hell, come near my heart,
Nor cause my Saviour to depart.]

HYMN 72. L M. Leeds. Green's. [*] Coronation of Christ, and Espousals of the Church Sol. Song iii, 2.

1 D The crown of honour and of gold,
AUGHTERS of Zion, come, behold
Which the glad church, with joys unknown,
Plac'd on the head of Solomon.

o 2 Jesus, thou everlasting King,
Accept the tribute which we bring;
Accept the well deserv'd renown,
And wear our praises as thy crown.
b 3 Let every act of worship be
Like our espousals, Lord, to thee!
Like the dear hour, when from above
We first receiv'd thy pledge of love.
o 4 The gladness of that happy day!
Our hearts would wish it long to stay,
Nor let our faith forsake its hold,
Nor comfort sink, nor love grow cold:
-5 Each foll'wing minute as it flies,
Increase thy praise, improve our joys:
o Till we are rais'd to sing thy name,
At the great supper of the Lanıb.

o 60 that the months would roll away,
And bring that coronation-day!
The King of grace shall fill the throne,
With all his Father's glories on.

HYMN 73. L. M. Castle-Street.
The Church's Beauty in the Eyes of Christ.
Sol. Song iv, I, 10, 11, 7, 9, 8.
[KIND is the speech of Christ, our Lord;

Affection sounds in ev'ry word:

'Lo, thou art fair, my love,' he cries;
'Not the young doves have sweeter eyes.
2 (Sweet are thy lips; thy pleasing voice
'Salutes mine ear with sacred joys;
'No spice so much delights the smell,
'Nor milk, nor honey, tastes so well.)
3 Thou art all fair, my bride, to me;
'I will behold no spot in thee.'
What mighty wonders love performs,
And puts a comeliness on worms!
4 Defil'd and loathsome as we are,
He makes us white, and calls us fair;
Adorns us with that heavenly dress,
His graces and his righteousness.

5 My sister and my spouse,' he cries,
'Bound to my heart by various ties,
'Thy powerful love my heart detains,
'In strong delight and pleasing chains.'
6 He calls me from the leopard's den,-
From this wide world of beasts and men,
To Zion, where his glories are ;
Not Lebanon is half so fair.

7 Nor dens of prey, nor flowery plains,
Nor earthly joys, nor earthly pains,
Shall hold my feet, or force my stay,
When Christ invites my soul away.]

HYMN 74. L. M. Portugal

[*]

The Garden of Christ. Sol. Song iv, 12-16; v, 1.

b 1

W

WE are a garden, wall'd around,
Chosen, and made peculiar ground;

A little spot-enclos'd by grace,

Out of the world's wide wilderness.

-2 Like trees of myrrh and spice we stand, Planted by God the Father's hand; And all his springs in Zion flow, To make the young plantation grow. ⚫ 3 Awake, O heavenly wind, and come. Blow on this garden of perfume; Spirit Divine, descend, and breathe A gracious gale on plants beneath. -4 Make our best spices flow abroad, To entertain our Saviour God: And faith, and love, and joy appear, And ev'ry grace be active here. 5 [Let my Beloved come, and taste His pleasant fruits at his own feast; 'I come, my spouse, I come,' he cries, With love and pleasure in his eyes. 6 Our Lord into his garden comes, Well pleas'd to smell our poor perfumes · And calls us to a feast divine,

Sweeter than honey, milk, or wine. d 7 Eat of the tree of life, my friends, 'The blessings that my Father sends; "Your taste shall all my dainties prove, 'And drink abundance of my love."] o 8 Jesus, we will frequent thy board, And sing the bounties of our Lord : e But the rich food, on which we live, Demands more praise than tongue can give.

HYMN 75. L. M. Moreton. [*] Description of Christ, the Beloved. Sol. Song v, 9, 10. 11, 12, 14, 15, 16.

1

T

HE wonuing world inquires to know
Why I should 'ove my Jesus so;

'What are his charms, say they,' above
'The objects of a mortal love?'

2 Yes, my Beloved, to my sight,
Shows a sweet mixture, red and white:
All human beauties, all Divine,
In my Beloved meet and shine

3 White is his soul, from blemish free
Red with the blood he shed for me;

The fairest of ten thousand fairs; A sun amongst ten thousand stars. 4 (His head the finest gold excels; There wisdom in perfection dwells; And glory, like a crown, adorns Those temples, once beset with thorns. e 5 Compassions in his heart are found, Close by the signals of his wound: His sacred side no more shall bear The cruel scourge, the piercing spear.) -6 (His hands are fairer to behold, Than diamonds, set in rings of gold; Those heavenly hands, that on the tree Were nail'd, and torn, and bled for me. p 7 Though once he bow'd his feeble knees, Loaded with sins and agonies, -Now on the throne of his command, His legs like marble pillars stand.) 8 (His eyes are majesty and love, The eagle, temper'd with the dove; No more shall trickling sorrows roll, Through those dear windows of his soul. 9 His mouth, that pour'd out long complaints, Now smiles, and cheers his fainting saints; His countenance more graceful is, Than Lebanon with all its trees.) 10 All over glorious is my Lord; He must be lov'd, and yet ador'd: His worth if all the nations knew, Sure the whole earth would love him too.]

HYMN 76. L. M. Islington. [*] Christ in Heaven and on Earth. Sol. Song vi, 1-3, 12.

1

WHEN strangers stand, and hear me tell

What beauties in my Saviour dwell,Where he is gone, they fain would know, That they might seek and love him too 2 My best Beloved keeps his throne On hills of light, in worlds unknown; But he descends, and shows his face In the young garders of his grace. 3 [In vineyards, planted by his hand, Where fruitful trees in order stand,

He feeds among the spicy beds,
Where lilies show their spotless heads.
4 He has engross'd my warmest love
No earthly charms my soul can move:
I have a mansion in his heart;

Nor death, nor hell can make us part.]
5 He takes my soul e'er I'm aware,
And shows me where his glories are ;
No chariot of Amminadib

The heavenly rapture can describe.
6 Oh may my spirit daily rise,
On wings of faith above the skies;
e Till death shall make my last remove,
To dwell for ever with my Love.

HYMN 77, L. M.

Wells. [*]

Love of Christ to the Church. Sol. Song vii, 5, 6, 9, 12, 13.

1

INOW in the gall'ries of his grace Appears the King, and thus he says, 'How fair my saints are in my sight, My love, how pleasant for delight!"" 2 Kind is thy language, sovereign Lord, There's heavenly grace in ev'ry word; From that dear mouth a stream, divine, Flows sweeter than the choicest wine. 3 Such wondrous love awakes the lip Of saints that were almost asleep, To speak the praises of thy name, And make our cold affections flame. -4 These are the joys he lets us know, In fields and villages below: Gives us a relish of his love, But keeps his noblest feast above. 5 In Paradise, within the gates, An higher entertainment waits; Fruits new and old laid up in store, Where we shall feed, but thirst no more.

HYMN 78. L. M. Bicester. [*]

The Strength of Christ's Love. Sol. Song viii, 5, 6, 7, 13, 14.

1

VHO is this fair one in distress,

That travels from the wilderness?

And press'd with sorrows, and with sins,
On her beloved Lord she leans.