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61.                                                                                                                                                                               L.M.

"This corruptible must put on incorruption."

GREAT Son of God ! redeeming Lord,

Whose cross prepar'd Thy crown;

The Father rais'd Thee from the tomb,

And made His glory known.

 

Thou wast a Man of Sorrows once,

With men sojourning here;

Our great High-priest, enthron'd in heaven,

Behold this grave and bier.

 

The Spirit from its house of clay

Is fled, and dwells with Thee;

Both what is gone and what remains

Were ransom'd on the tree.

 

This body, precious in Thy sight,

Which we to earth consign,

Shall put on immortality

And in Thy likeness shine.

 

For Thou shalt in Thy glory come,

And wake it out of sleep;

Then at the marriage of the Lamb

Thy saints no more shall weep.

 

Thy Spirit gives us skill to sing

Thy praise with solemn joy;

O Jesus, Thou didst on the cross

The power of death destroy.

 

 

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"God forbid that I should glory, save in the cross of the Lord Jesus Christ."

OUR God, whose Justice did awake

The sword against Thy well-belov'd,

Thou didst Thy own dear Son forsake,

To mercy by His cries unmov'd.

 

Thy perfect image, Thy delight,

He ever had beheld Thy face;

Thy bosom was of native right

His proper secret dwelling-place.

 

Yet was the Lord made flesh, and nail'd

By men, His creatures, to the tree;

By all the pow'rs of hell assail'd,

And bruis'd, and pierced, and slain by Thee.

 

In His own majesty array'd,

He spake and built the universe;

But to redeem us He was made

A dying outcast and a curse.

 

His depths unsearchable of woe

Alone our utmost guilt proclaim;

And only Jesus' cross can show

The utmost glories of Thy name.

 

 

63.                                                                                                                                                                               C.M.

"Behold how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity."

THINE heart, Thou Father of us all,

Rejoices in Thy Son;

To call us brethren He delights,

Thy saints with Him are one.

 

The Spirit in Thy children dwells,

How strong the threefold cord

Which, Heavenly Father, binds them all

To Thee in Christ the Lord.

 

Their unity is like the oil

Poured out on Aaron's head;

The ointment to his skirt ran down,

And fragrance round him shed.

 

'Tis like the plenteous dew of night

That clothes in freshest green,

Hermon in drought, with Zion's hills,

But drops from heaven unseen.

 

Great was Thy children's mutual love,

O God, in bygone days;

'Twas a bright mirror of Thy name

For men and angels' gaze.

 

But where is now the unity

Of happier days of yore?

Its brightness, freshness, fragrance, Lord,

O when wilt Thou restore?

 

Froward are we, yet we are Thine,

And shall Thy face behold,

Where nothing enters that defiles,

And love ne'er waxes cold.

 

 

64.                                                                                                                                                                               8.7.

"Them that sleep in Jesus shall God bring with Him."

CAN heavenly friendships pass away,

So true and tender-hearted?

Can death make any saint his prey

When from the earthly house of clay

The spirit has departed?

 

Behold, at God's right hand, the Man

In whom the dead are sleeping;

The Lamb without a spot or stain,

The Lord who died and rose again

Their dust is safely keeping.

 

In heav'n with Him their spirits rest,

By angels thither carried;

No foes assail them or molest

Who oft were out of measure prest

While here' on earth they tarried.

 

In heav'n they see the Saviour's face,

So bright, yet so endearing;

His bosom is their resting-place,

They call to mind their finish'd race,

And wait for His appearing.

 

He tells us from His mercy-seat

How short our night of sorrow;

Departed brethren we shall meet,

And all the Saints assembled greet

The Bridegroom on the morrow.

 

 

65.                                                                                                                                                                               C.M.

"The Lord is my portion, saith my soul, therefore will I hope in Him."

DO not we know all earthly love

To be a with'ring flower,

A broken cistern, and the sport

Of Satan's craft and power.

 

Man dies, and then his earthly love

And earthly friendships die;

Nor live again, but in the grave

For ever buried lie.

 

And man's own hands, alas! full oft

The hand of death forestall;

For man is Satan's willing slave,

Obedient to his call.

 

How strong are pride and jealousy,

Envy and thirst for gold,

To part the friends whose mutual love

'Twas thought could ne'er grow cold!

 

To hatred earth-born love may turn,

Or by ingratitude,

Or fruitless chase, or when it takes

The prey it long pursued.

 

The father to his offspring may

A cruel foe become;

The mother hate the child she bare

And nourish'd from the womb.

 

Oft they who rise from low degree,

And high estate attain,

Banish their brethren from their sight,

And former friends disdain.

 

Oft they who shar'd the rich man's purse,

His poverty abhor;

And those revile him in distress

Who flatter'd him before.

 

The sland'rer or backbiter's tongue,

Or thoughtless babbler's tale,

Can stop the stream of earthly love

And make the spring to fail.

 

Absence will oft its bonds dissolve,

And hearts that seem'd but one

Can be divided by no cause

Save fickleness alone.

 

And, if in all its fairest forms

That love the soul enchant,

The soul with all its idols still

Is weary, sick, and faint.

 

Thy mysteries to Thine elect

Thou dost, 0 God! disclose;

And, heavenly Father, in Thy love

Thy children find repose.

 

Thy love redeem'd them by the cross,

Confounding human pride;

And in Thy love, with Christ the Lord

For ever they abide.

 

Without beginning is Thy love,

And withers not with time;

It is the boast and joy of saints

In every age and clime.

 

It is a river of delights

To quench Thy children's thirst;

From out Thy throne the crystal flood,

The living waters burst.

 

Our folly and ingratitude

Which Thy good Spirit grieve,

Can move Thee but to chasten us,

Ne'er to forsake or leave.

 

Thy love, with its approving smile,

Awakes our godly fear;

And its corrections to our hearts

Thy holy name endear.

 

Time and eternity are ours,

The world, and life, and death,

The heav'n of heav'ns, the throne of God,

And depths of hell beneath.

 

Thou in Thy wondrous love hast found

Thy everlasting rest:

Art happy in our happiness,

In blessing us art blest.

 

And we, o'ershadow'd by Thy wings,

Sing praises to Thy name;

For all our hopes shall be fulfill'd

God, and in the Lamb.

 

 

66.                                                                                                                                                                               C.M.

"Jesus. . . . departed again into a mountain, himself alone."

OH! how I love in solitude,

Great God, to speak with Thee;

For Thou whose grace my soul renew'd

A Father art to me.

 

With Thee how sweet to be alone,

And in full tide of prayer,

Lord God of Hosts, before Thy throne

To lay the bosom bare.

 

From Thee no secret thoughts I hide,

No myst'ries of my soul;

To Thee whose Son was crucified

With joy I tell the whole.

 

Thus surely Thy confiding child

Thy close embrace obtains;

And by Thy friendship is beguil'd

Of all his griefs and pains.

 

For freedom to rejoice and grieve,

Where none but God is by,

All other friends full oft I leave,

Though not without a sigh.

 

But soon the Bridegroom shall appear,

Then shall each wedding guest

Unfold to his companions dear

All secrets of his breast.

 

 

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"Behold the Lamb of God."

WHEN Thou, 0 God! didst bid Thy sword

Awake against Thy only Son,

With tears and sweat of blood the Lord

For mercy sought, yet found He none!

Prostrate He uttered thrice His prayer,

Yet thou would'st not the suppliant spare.

 

His brethren shunn'd the sight in sleep,

To strengthen Him the angel came;

And if at death's approach, so deep

Those inward sorrows of the Lamb,

O how unsearchable His pain

When He was made a curse and slain!

 

Thy face, His noon-day sun, was hid

From Him when hanging on the tree;

"My God, my God!" the Saviour cried,

"Why hast Thou thus forsaken Me?"

Jesus! Thy cross our pardon seal'd,

And God the Father's name reveal'd.

 

Thy cross to Thee our hearts shall bind,

And let no idol come between;

That we the blessedness may find

Of things eternal and unseen:

Taste the rich fruit of all Thy woes,

And in the Father's love repose.

 

 

68.                                                                                                                                                                               C.M.

"Here we have no continuing city, but we seek one to come."

N0 more we seek a resting-place

Where thorns and briers grow:

No Eden now is found on earth,

But sin and every woe.

 

Faith sees the Paradise of God,

The better heavenly land;

That holy city faith espies,

Not built by human hand.

 

O earth! we only ask of thee,

When saints in Jesus sleep,

A grave which, till the Bridegroom come,

Our brethren's dust shall keep.

 

We ask thee no inheritance,

For we are pilgrims here;

Our God new heav'ns and earth shall make-

­Our Father's house is there.

 

The sun shall rise without a cloud,

Shall rise and ne'er go down;

With God our Father we shall dwell,

And know as we are known.

 

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"God is Love, and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God and God in him."

THOU God of Love, Thy name we bless,

In Thee, Our Father, we are glad;

In everlasting righteousness

Thy chilldren are by Thee array'd;

Nor could'st Thou make Thy face to shine

On us except through blood divine.

 

Our God, Thy pure all-searching eyes

On Jesus' perfect beauty rest,

Heaven's incense is the sacrifice

Of our Melchizedek-that Priest,

Thy own dear Son, upon the tree,

Once offer'd up Himself to Thee.

 

Through Jesus' interceding blood

From Thee came forth the Holy Dove,

In all our hearts to shed abroad

Thy marvelous, eternal love.

Thou gavest to Thy only Son

Thy Church to be with Jesus one.

 

Thy love we sing while thus by night

We watch and wait the cloudless morn!

How glorious then will be the sight

Of Him who, ‘midst reproach and scorn,

Prepar'd, when He was crucified,

A marriage garment for His Bride.

 

 

70.                                                                                                                                                                               L.M.

"Let those that weep be as though they wept not, and those that rejoice be as though they rejoiced not, for the fashion of this world passeth away."

I MOURN for sin-it pierc'd the Lord,

Whose sorrows all its guilt disclose;

And daily I am self-abhorr'd,

Rememb'ring all His bitter woes,

 

By aught beside, if mov'd to tears,

I am as though I did not weep;

Sin only to my soul appears

A cause of mourning great and deep.

 

My joy hath immortality,

Since from eternal love it springs;

At peace with God I dwell on high

With Christ the glorious King of kings.

 

On aught of earth that makes me glad

I only can bestow a smile,

Which says, "All earthly joys must fade

And perish in a little while."

 

Jesus who died and rose again

Shall soon in pow'r and glory come-

­The spotless Lamb that once was slain

To save me from the sinner's doom.

 

Then I, with harp of solemn sound,

Though sin my grief no longer be,

Will sing how He redemption found

By bearing sin upon the tree.

 

 

71.                                                                                                                                                                               C.M.

"A friend loveth at all times, and a brother is born for adversity."

A HUMAN heart yet ever kind,

O Jesus, Lord, is Thine;

A Brother's love in Thee we find,

Love human yet divine.

 

Well known is all this land to Thee,

Through which we hasten home;

Here Thou wast slain upon the tree,

Here buried in the tomb.

 

Thy pity stirs at every sigh

That we Thy members heave;

Men touch the apple of Thine eye

Whene'er Thy saints they grieve.

 

Upon Thy bosom we repose

And weariness forget;

Thy voice beguiles us of our woes,

And makes the bitter sweet.

 

Thy grace our failing strength renews,

Thy paths are paths of peace;

If thence we stray, Thy love pursues,

Thy mercies never cease.

 

Thou Son of God, our great High-priest,

Unchangeable the same,

In hope of our eternal rest

We bless and praise Thy name.

 

 

72.                                                                                                                                                                               8.6.

"There is a river the streams whereof make glad the city of God, the holy place of the tabernacles of the Most High."

NOW is our life no more a dream,

Nor shadows we pursue;

The world a thing of nought we deem,

Our joys are now a living stream,

Our song is ever new.

 

The Lord who stoop'd from heav'n to die,

The Mighty One to save,

Hid for awhile from mortal eye,

Now sits with God enthron'd on high,

Triumphant o'er the grave.

 

The Prince of Life by faith we see,

His saints with him are one;

Our Father! who is like to Thee,

For us Thy justice on the tree

Did bruise Thy only Son.

 

We have no home nor city here,

This earth is all unblest;

Let Christ the Lord again appear,

And wipe away our every tear,

And give us perfect rest.

 

Our God, Thy holy name we bless,

And drink our cup of woes;

For in our manifold distress

Hope makes this barren wilderness

To blossom as the rose.

 

 

73.                                                                                                                                                                               C.M.

"We are of His bones and of His flesh."

OH, Lord! amidst the gloom of night

We will rejoice with Thee,

Who now art dwelling in the light,

From death and sorrow free.

 

Thou sittest on the Father's throne

By Thy own blood divine;

On Thee, His well-beloved Son,

His face shall ever shine.

 

In our adversity Thou art

Our Brother and our Friend,

And soon, to show us all Thy heart,

Thou wilt from heaven descend.

 

Thy members, Lord, though tears they shed

Until that glorious day,

Rejoice with Thee, their living Head,

Whose griefs are fled away.

 

 

74.                                                                                                                                                                               L.M.

"Enoch walked earnestly with God; or, Enoch walked with God in the diligence of faith."

FATHER, we tread the narrow way,

O fill our hearts with holy fear;

Children of light and of the day,

We have no home nor city here.

 

The Lamb that did for sin atone,

Once slain to set His pris'ners free,

Exalted on Thy glorious throne

At Thy right hand, 0 God! we see.

 

We look into the gulf of hell,

That only dungeon of despair;

Thy vengence on our Surety fell,

Which else on us had fallen there.

 

Thy love is evermore the same,

We dread not Thy avenging sword;

With Zion's songs we praise Thy name,

Thou Holy, Holy, Holy Lord.

 

Thy Spirit fashion'd us anew

And dwells in us our gentle Guide,

With heav'nly unction, heav'nly dew,

That we may in Thy love abide.

 

The Prince of Darkness lulls to sleep

The world that soon must hear its doom;

Give us our faithful watch to keep

Amidst the ever-thick'ning gloom.

 

Do Thou Thy own decrees perform,

Thou art our Portion, we are Thine;

Thy will be done by calm or storm,

For on Thy bosom we recline.

 

 

75.                                                                                                                                                                               C.M.

"The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and a contrite heart, 0 God, Thou wilt not despise."

THE contrite heart is incense sweet,

Our gracious God, to Thee;

It worships at Thy mercy-seat

In perfect liberty.

 

The contrite heart is large and deep,

Thy mysteries it knows;

On Calvary abides to weep,

And shares in Thy repose.

 

Fit dwelling of the heav'nly Dove

Trembling with holy fear;

For Christ the Bridegroom, sick of love,

It waits till He appear.

 

Image express of Thy dear Son,

The now exalted Lamb;

It meekly says, "Thy will be done,"

And sanctifies Thy name.

 

It yields a note in ev'ry sigh,

Of melody divine,

To which attent, 0 God! Most High,

Thou dost Thine ear incline.

 

That gift which Thou wilt not despise

Do Thou to us impart;

And then accept our sacrifice-

A broken, contrite heart.

 

 

76.                                                                                                                                                                               C.M.

"All thy works shall praise thee, 0 Lord! and Thy saints shall bless Thee."

THY children, God of Love, unite

To bless Thy hallow'd name;

We render praises with delight

To Thee and to the Lamb.

 

Thy love, ere heav'n and earth were made,

Beheld us in Thy Son,

In Jesus' beauty all array'd,

With Christ for ever one.

 

We are the treasure of Thy heart,

Thy children well-belov'd ;

The hills and mountains shall depart,

But we shall not be mov'd.

 

If thou dost try us or reprove,

Or smite with chast'ning rod,

It is a token of Thy love,

Our Father and our God.

 

The song of heav'n we sing to Thee,

For Christ the Lord is there;

And like Him soon Thy saints shall be,

To meet Him in the air.

 

O let Him come, that we may know

Thy wond'rous works and ways;

That He may teach Thy children how

Thy hallow'd name to praise.

 

 

77.                                                                                                                                                                               I I S.

"As the appearance of the bow that is in the cloud in the day of rain, so was the appearance of the brightness round about."

"And there was a rainbow round about the throne."

OUR God, Thou wilt look, for Thy mercies endure,

On the bow in the cloud, and Thy covenant keep

Which to earth does her seed-time and harvest ensure,

Till the last trump awaken the dead from their sleep.

 

To all kindreds and nations the rainbow appears,

After storms have abated on land or at sea;

It speaks in all tongues, all beholders it cheers,

They confess it Thy workmanship, worthy of Thee.

 

Yet its sevenfold glories a mystery show

Which the wisdom of earth is not able to learn;

To Thy chosen Thou givest Thy secret to know,

And Thy name in the cross of Thy Son to discern.

 

The dark cloud is our guilt-we were sentenced to die,

But the rainbow proclaims Thy perfections combin'd

To bless us in Christ, who came down from on high,

And His life for His members so freely resign'd.

 

With its token of peace--O how lovely Thy throne!

We can worship in holiest liberty there;

Since Thy grace by the heavenly rainbow is known!

And the hues are all blended Thy name to declare.

 

 

78.                                                                                                                                                                               C.M.

"Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord for ever."

BY heavenly birth, 0 God! we claim

A heritage in Thee;

Redeem'd from endless death and shame,

Thy face we hope to see.

 

Thy Royal Priesthood do not crave

A portion here below;

Thy Son has triumph'd o'er the grave,

By Him Thy love we know.

 

Our kinsman sits at Thy right hand,

Thy Spirit is our guide

Throughout this barren, thirsty land,

Where Christ was crucified.

 

A pleasant land, a city strong,

A dwelling-place of rest,

A home of love to us belong,

And soon shall be possest.

 

Thou art our everlasting Light,

O Father! take us home;

Thy Son for all His griefs requite,

And let Thy kingdom come,

 

79.                                                                                                                                                                               8.6.

"How amiable are Thy tabernacles, 0 Lord of Hosts."

WE, Thy redeem'd, O God! pursue

Our way with heav'nly song ;

For Thou art ever kind and true,

Still bringing to Thy children's view

That home for which we long.

 

For us Thy Son is gone before

Into the pleasant land;

And by Thy Spirit evermore

We will the risen Lord adore

Who sits at Thy right hand.

 

It is beneath a Father's eye

This wilderness we tread;

Thou dost with manna from on high

And waters from our Rock supply

Thy children's daily need.

 

Thou bearest us on eagles' wings,

Our life bound up in Thine;

Joint-heirs with Christ, the King of kings,

We glory not in earthly things-

Our hope is all divine.

 

O when shall we with perfect skill

Sing praise, our God, to Thee?

Thou answerest with a Father's smile,

"My children in a little while

Shall dwell at home with me."

 

 

80.                                                                                                                                                                               L.M.

"An anchor of the soul, sure and steadfast."

GOD of Salvation, God of Grace,

Jehovah, evermore the same,

Sought out by Thee, we seek Thy face,

And sing the praises of Thy name.

 

Our great High-priest enthron'd with Thee

Thou didst with glorious oath ordain;

That blest Melchizedek is He

Who died for us and rose again.

 

Thy Royal Priesthood through Thy Son

Their off'rings by Thy Spirit bring;

Complete in Christ, Thy Holy One,

The riches of Thy grace we sing.

 

Jesus the Lord, of woman born,

And crucified, no more can die;

Jehovah cannot be foresworn,

Our God and Father cannot lie.

 

Steadfast our anchor of the soul,

Thy Church is in Thyself secure;

She proves when mighty billows roll

Thy covenant for ever sure.