2 'Tis thine to soothe the sorrowing soul,
With guilt and fears oppress'd;
'Tis thine to bid the dying live,
And give the weary rest.
3 Let no false joy deceive our minds,
Lest, while we boast thy light
We fall from all our towering hopes,
Down to eternal night.
4 Subdue the power of every sin,
Whate'er that sin may be;
That we in singleness of heart,
May worship only thee.
5 Then with our spirits witness bear,
That we're the sons of God;
Redeemed from sin, and death, and hell,
Through Christ's atoning blood.
The child of God must be like God.
Be ye perfect, as your Father is perfect.
If ye love them that love you, what thanks have ye ?
1 GREAT Author of th' immortal mind!
For noblest thoughts and views design'd :
Make me ambitious to express
The image of thy holiness.
2 While I thy boundless love admire,
Grant me to catch the sacred fire:
Thus shall my heavenly birth be known,
And for thy child thou wilt me own.
3 Father, I see thy sun arise
To cheer thy friends and enemies;
And when thy rain from heaven descends,
Thy bounty both alike befriends.
4 Enlarge my soul with love like thine,
My moral powers by grace refine;
So shall I feel another's woe,
And cheerful feed an hungry foe.
5 I hope for pardon, through thy Son,
For all the crimes which I have done:
() may the grace that pardons me,
Constrain me to forgive like Thee !
Bless ye for ye are called to inherit a blessing.
1 FATHER of mercies, send thy grace
All-powerful, from above,
To form in our obedient souls
The image of thy love.
2 O may our sympathising breasts
That generous pleasure know,
Kindly to share in others' joy,
And weep for others' woe.
3 Where'er the helpless sons of grief
In low distress are laid,
Soft be our hearts their pains to feel,
And swift our hands to aid.
4 So Jesus look'd on dying man,
When throned above the skies;
And midst the glories of his state
Felt his compassion rise.
5 Since Christ, to save our guilty souls,
On wings of mercy flew,
We, whom the Saviour thus hath loved,
Should love each other too.
1 HAPPY the heart where graces reign,
Where love inspires the breast;
Love is the brightest of the train,
And strengthens all the rest.
2 Knowledge, alas! 'tis all in vain,
Nor less in vain our fear;
Our stubborn sin will fight and reign
If love be absent there.
3 'Tis love that makes our cheerful feet
In swift obedience move;
The devils know and tremble too,
But Satan cannot love.
4 This is the grace that lives and sings
When faith and hope shall cease ;
'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings
In the sweet realms of bliss.
5 When join'd to that harmonious throng
That fills the choirs above,
Then shall we tune our golden harps,
And every note be love.
1 HAPPY beyond description he
Who fears the Lord his God,
Who hears his threats with holy awe,
And trembles at his rod.
2 Fear, sacred passion, ever dwells
With its companion love,
Blending their beauties, both proclaim
Their source is from above.
3 Let terrors fright th' unwilling slave,
The child with joy appears;
Cheerful he does his Father's will,
And loves as much as fears.
4 Let fear and love, most holy God,
Possess this soul of mine;
Then shall I worship thee aright,
And taste thy joys divine.
Shewing what is man's chief good, or greatest happiness.
1 BLEST are the humble souls that see
Their emptiness and poverty;
Treasures of grace to them are given,
And crowns of joy laid up in heaven.
2 Blest are the men of broken heart,
Who mourn for sin with inward smart;
The blood of Christ divinely flows,
A healing balm for all their woes.
+ See Collect for 2d Sunday after Trinity, and Epistle for 4th Sunday in Lent. A filial reverential fear hath no torment, but is itself the fruit of divine love. Nor is our love yet perfect.
3 Blest are the meek, who stand afar
From rage and passion, noise and war;
God will secure their happy state,
And plead their cause against the great.
4 Blest are the souls that thirst for grace,
Hunger and long for righteousness;
They shall be well supplied and fed
With living streams and living bread.
5 Blest are the men whose bowels move,
And melt with sympathy and love;
From Christ the Lord shall they obtain
Like sympathy and love again.
6 Blest are the pure, whose hearts are clean
From the defiling powers of sin;
With endless pleasures they shall see
A God of spotless purity.
7 Blest are the men of peaceful life,
Who quench the coals of growing strife;
They shall be call'd the heirs of bliss,
The sons of God, the God of Peace.
8 Blest are the sufferers, who partake
Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake;
Their souls shall triumph in the Lord,
Glory and joy are their reward.
We are by good works to let our light shine before men, and to adorn our profession; but not only so, they are necessary to secure our own salvation, and enhance our own reward.
1 ARE we the soldiers of the cross,
The followers of the Lamb?
And shall we fear to own his cause,
Or blush to speak his name.
+ The acquirement of holy and charitable dispositions, and a habit of performing good and virtuous actions, is not for the purpose of having a claim of our own in the way of merit, or of rendering the merits of Christ's sacrifice less necessary than before, but for the purpose of preparing ourselves, that we may be fit to enter into, and enjoy the possession, he has purchased for us: and as a demonstration of our faith and love to the glory of God, the edification of others, and necessary to our final acquittal, when we shall be judged according to our works.
2 Now we must fight, if we would reign;
Increase our courage, Lord!
We'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.
3 Thy saints, in this all-glorious war,
Shall conquer, though they're slain;
They see the triumph from afar,
And shall with Jesus reign.
4 When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all thine armies shine
In robes of vict'ry through the skies, -
The glory shall be thine.
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