3 The nails that fixed him to the cross
Thy heavenly throne make sure:
He bears thee on His heart, thou Him,-
Sleep on and rest secure.
4 Hush! stir not up the friend of Christ,
Wake not the lovely Bride;
Some vision causeth her to smile:-
She sees His open side!
106 SONG VIII. 2.—“ I would cause her to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate."
1 MAN of sorrows, and acquainted
With our griefs, what shall we say?
Never language yet hath painted
All the woes that on Thee lay.
Had I seen Thee cloth'd in weakness,
Bearing our reproach and sickness,
To attend Thee day and night
Would have been my heart's delight.
2 O that to this Heav'nly Stranger
I had here my homage paid,
From His first sigh in the manger
Till He cried "Tis finished!"
That first sigh had consecrated
Me His own, and I had waited
On Him from His infancy,
Serving Him unweariedly.
3 Walking, speaking, in devotion.
Far to fields or forests stray'd,
I had watched every motion,
And my Lord my pattern made.
More have angels ne'er desir'd
Than on Him,-or far retired,
Or at home, awake, asleep,-
Fixed their wondering eyes to keep.
4 Tell me, little flock beloved,
Ye on whom shone Jesus' face,
What within your souls then moved
When ye felt His kind embrace?
O, disciple once most blessed,
As a bosom-friend caressed,
Say, could e'er into thy mind
Other objects entrance find?
5 Oft to prayer by night retreated
See Him from all search withdrawn,
Tearful eyes, and sighs repeated,
Witness'd still the morning dawn.
There, where He made intercession,
I had pour'd forth my confession,
And where for my sins He wept,
Praying, I the watch had kept.
6 Should I thus to Thee have cleaved,
Midst Thy poverty and woes,
On Thee, as my Lord believed,
Or, perhaps, have joined thy foes?
Ah! Thy mercy I had spurn'd,
But Thyself my heart has turn'd.
Now Thou know'st, beneath, above,
Nought compared with Thee I love.
107 SONG VIII. 6.-" Set me as a seal uponthine heart, as a seal upon thine arm, for
love is strong as death."
1 BELOVED Saviour! let not me
In Thy kind heart forgotten be!
Of all that deck the field or bower,
Thou art the sweetest, fairest flower!
2 Youth's morn has fled, old age comes on;
But sin distracts my soul alone.
Beloved Saviour, let not me
In thy kind heart forgotten be!
108 SONG VIII. 14.-" Make haste, my beloved."
1 PASS away earthly joy,
Jesus is mine!
Break every mortal tie,
Jesus is mine!
Dark is the wilderness;
Distant the resting-place;
Jesus alone can bless :-
Jesus is mine;
2 Tempt not my soul away,
Jesus is mine!
Here would I ever stay,
Jesus is mine!
Perishing things of clay,
Born but for one brief day,
Pass from my heart away,
Jesus is mine!
s Fare ye well, dreams of night,
Jesus is mine!
Mine is a dawning bright,
Jesus is mine!
All that my soul has tried
Left but a dismal void,
Jesus has satisfied,
109 ISA. XII. 1.-"O Lord, I will praise Thee:
though Thou wast angry with me, thine anger is turned away, and Thou comfortedst me."
1 I WILL praise Thee every day,
Now thine anger's turn'd away!
Comfortable thoughts arise
From the bleeding sacrifice.
2 Here, in the fair gospel-field,
Wells of free salvation yield
Streams of life, a plenteous store,
And my soul shall thirst no more.
3 Jesus is become, at length,
My salvation and my strength:
And His praises shall prolong,
While I live, my pleasant song.
4 Praise ye, then, His glorious name,
Publish His exalted fame!
Still His worth your praise exceeds,-
Excellent are all His deeds.
5 Raise again the joyful sound,
Let the nations roll it roundi
Zion shout, for this is He,
God the Saviour dwells in thee.
110 ISA. XII. 2.-" The Lord Jehovah is my strength and my song."
1 I'LL praise thee with my heart and tongue,
O Lord, my soul's delight;
Declaring to the world, in song,
Thy glory, praise, and might.
2 Who spreads the lofty firmament,
And starry skies around?
Who makes the dew and rain descend
To fructify the ground?
3 Who doth preserve our life and health,
Our ease and safe abode?
Who doth secure our peace and wealth?
Our ever gracious God.
4 On Thee, Almighty Lord of Hosts,
Depends our life and all;
Thou keepest watch around our coasts,
Protectest great and small.
5 Thy chastisements are nought but love;
When we our sins confess,
We thy forgiveness richly prove;
'Tis thy delight to bless.
6 Thou count'st thy children's sighs and tears, And know'st well why they mourn;
No tear too mean to Thee appears
To put into Thy urn.
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