2 Here I'll sit, for ever viewing
Mercy's streams, in streams of blood; Precious drops! my soul bedewing, Plead and claim my peace with God.
3 Truly blessed is this station, Low before his Cross to lie, While I see Divine compassion Floating in his languid eye.
4 Here it is I find my Heaven, While upon the Cross I gaze; Love I much? I'm more forgiven; I'm a miracle of grace.
5 Love and grief my heart dividing, With my tears his feet I'll bathe; Constant still in faith abiding, Life deriving from his death.
6 May I still enjoy this feeling, In all need to Jesus go;
Prove his wounds each day more healing, And himself more fully know.
50 Ps. XXXVI. 9.—“In thy light shall we see light."
1 CHRIST Whose glory fills the skies, Christ the true, the only Light; Sun of Righteousness arise,
Triumph o'er the shades of night: Day-spring from on high, be near; Day-star in my heart appear.
2 Dark and cheerless is the morn, Unaccompanied by Thee; Joyless is the day's return,
Till thy mercy's beams I see; Till they inward light impart, Glad my eyes, and warm my heart.
3 Visit, then, this soul of mine,
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief; Fill me, Radiancy Divine!
Scatter all my unbelief: More and more Thyself display, Shining to the perfect day.
51 Ps. XXXVII. 4.-" Delight thyself in the Lord."
1 O LORD, I would delight in Thee, And on thy love depend; To Thee in every trouble flee, My best, my only friend.
2 No good in creatures can be found, But may be found in Thee;
I must have all things and abound, While God is God to me.
3 He that has made my Heaven secure Will here all good provide; While Christ is rich, can I be poor? What can I want beside?
4 O Lord, I cast my care on Thee, I triumph and adore;
Henceforth my great concern shall be To love and praise Thee more.
52 Ps. XL. 17. "I am poor and needy, yet the Lord thinketh on me."
1 POOR and needy though I be, God Almighty cares for me; Gives me clothing, shelter, food,- Gives me all I have of good.
2 He will hear me when I pray,- He is with me night and day; When I sleep, and when I wake, For the Lord my Saviour's sake.
3 He who reigns above the sky Once became as poor as I ; He whose blood for me was shed, Had not where to lay his head.
4 Though I labour here awhile, Father, bless me with thy smile; And, when this short life is past, May I rest with Thee at last,
5 Then to Thee I'll tune my song, Happy as the day is long; This my joy for ever be,- God Almighty cares for me.
53 PS. XLII. 2.-" My soul thirsteth for God."
1 I THIRST, but not as once I did,
The vain delights of earth to share; Thy wounds, Emmanuel, all forbid That I should seek my pleasures there.
2 It was the sight of thy dear Cross First wean'd my soul from earthly things! And taught me to esteem as dross
The mirth of fools and pomp of kings.
3 I want that grace that springs from thee, That quickens all things where it flows, And makes a wretched thorn like me Bloom as the myrtle, or the rose.
54 Ps. XLV. 2.—“ Thou art fairer than the children of men."
1 JESUS, and shall it ever be,
A mortal man ashamed of Thee? Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise, Whose glory shines through endless days!
2 Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far Let evening blush to own a star! He sheds his beams of light divine On this benighted soul of mine.
3 Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon Let midnight be ashamed of noon; 'Tis midnight with my soul, till He. Bright morning star, bids darkness flee.
4 Ashamed of Jesus! that dear friend, On whom my hopes of Heaven depend! No! when I blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere His name.
5 Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may, When I've no guilt to wash away, No fears to quell, no good to crave, And no immortal soul to save.
6 Till then, nor is my boasting vain,- Till then, I boast a Saviour slain; And, O, may this my glory be, That Christ is not ashamed of me.
55 Ps. XLVI. 4.-" There is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of our
1 CLEAR Spring of Life! flow on and roll With growing swell from pole to pole, Till flowers and fruits of Paradise Round all thy winding current rise!
2 Still near thy stream may I be found, Long as I tread this earthly ground: Cheer with thy wave death's gloomy shade, Then thro' the fields of Canaan spread.
56 Ps. XLVII. 5.—“God is gone up with a shout."
1 Go up with shouts of praise! Go up, High-priest, to Heaven Who hast the ransom'd race Upon thy heart engraven; Though seated on thy throne, Thou deign'st to hear our pray'r Nor art asham'd to own
That we thy brethren are.
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