3 Let not, Lord, my wand'ring mind... Follow after fleeting toys;
Since in thee alone I find
Solid and substantial joys:
Joys that, never overpast,
Through eternity shall last.
HYMN 250. C. M
OW false this earth in all its forms,
How big with flatt'ring lies!
We seek to catch her airy charms,
And straight the phantom dies.
2 There's nothing round these painted skies,
Or on this earthly clod;
Nothing, my soul, that's worth thy joys,
Or lovely as thy God
3 "Tis heav'n on earth to taste his love,
To feel his quick'ning grace:
And all the heav'n I hope above,
Is but to see his face.
4 No-'tis in vain to seek for bliss,
For bliss can ne'er be found,
Till we arrive where Jesus is,
And tread on heav'nly ground.
EAD be my heart to all below,
To mortal joys and mortal cares;
To sensual bliss that charms us so,
Be dark mine eyes and deaf mine ears.
2 All earthly joys are overweigh'd,
With mountains of vexatious care:
And where's the sweet that is not laid,
A bait to some destructive snare?
3 Lord, I renounce my carnal taste
Of the fair fruit that sinners prize;
Their Paradise shall never waste
One thought of mine, but to despise.
4 Come, heav'n, and fill my vast desires;
My soul pursues the sov'reign good:
She was all made of heav'nly fires,
Nor can she live on meaner food.
1TN vain the giddy world inquiresIN
Forgetful of their God-
"Who will supply our vast desires,
Or shew us any good?"
2 Thro' the wide circuit of the earth,
Their eager wishes rove,
In chase of honour, wealth, and mirth,
The phantoms of their love.
3 but oft these shadowy joys elude
Their most intense pursuit;
Or, if they seize the fancied good,
There's poison in the fruit.
4 Lord, from this world call off my love,
Set my affections right;
Bid me aspire to joys above,
And walk no more by sight.
HYMN 253. L. M.
Parting with carnal joys.
1 SEND the joys of earth away;
Away, ye tempters of the mind,
False as the smooth deceitful sea,
And empty as the whistling wind.
2 Your streams were floating me along,
Down to the gulph of black despair:
And whilst I listen'd to your song,
Your streams had e'en convey'd me there.
3 Lord, I adore thy matchless grace,
That warn'd me of that dark abyss;
That drew me from those treach'rous seas,
And bade me seek superior bliss.
4 Now to the shining realms above,
I stretch my hands, and glance my eyes;
Oh, for the pinions of a dove,
To bear me to the upper skies.
A refuge from the Storm. Deut. xxxiii. 27.
EAR refuge of my weary soul,
On thee, when sorrows rise,
On thee, when waves of trouble roll,
My fainting hope relies.
2 To thee I tell each rising grief,
For thou alone canst heal;
Thy word can bring a sweet relief
For every pain I feel.
3 But O! when gloomy doubts prevail,
I fear to call thee mine;
The springs of comfort seem to fail,
And all my hopes decline.
4 Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee?
Thou art my only trust;
And still my soul would cleave to thee,
Tho' prostrate in the dust.
HYMN 255. 75.
JESUS, lover of my soul,
me to thy bosom fly,
While the billows near me roll,
While the tempest still is high;
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life be past;
Safe into the haven guide,
Oh, receive my soul at last!
2 Other refuge have I none,
Lo! I, helpless, hang on thee:
Leave, Oh, leave me not alone,
Lest I basely shrink and flee:
Thou art all my trust and aid,
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing!
3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
Boundless love in thee I find:
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is thy name;
I am all unrighteousness,
Vile and full of sin I'am;
Thou art full of truth and grace.
4 Plentecus grace with thee is found,
Grace to pardon all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of thee:
Reign, O Lord, within my heart,
Reign to all eternity.
Our bodies God's Temple. 1 Cor. vi. 19. ND will th' offended God again Return and dwell with sinful men?
Will he within this bosom raise
A living temple to his praise?
2 The joyful news transports my breast,
All hail! I cry, thou heav'nly guest!
Lift up your heads, ye pow'rs within,
And let the King of glory in.
3 Enter with all thy heav'nly train, Here live, and here forever reign;
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