To this temple I once did resort,
With crowds of the people of God;
Enraptur'd we enter'd its courts,
And hail'd the Redeemer's abode.
Sweet moments! if ought upon earth
Resemble the joys of the skies,
'Tis thus when the hearts of the flock
Conjoin'd to the Shepherd arise.
But ah! these sweet moments are fled,
My duty compels me to stay
Where no voice of the turtle is heard,
As the moments are hasting away.
My God! Thou art holy and good,
Thy plans are all righteous and wise;
O help me submissive to wait
Till thou bidest thy servant arise.
Of should'st thou in bondage detain,
To visit thy temple no more,
Prepare me for mansions above,
Where nothing exists to deplore.
The Being of God.
COME meditate the great I AM,
What glories fill the wondrous name!
The human, th' angelic line
In vain would sound the depths divine.
Now self-existence strikes the eye;
In his own peerless majesty
He dwells, and asks support from none,
While worlds depend upon his throne.
Eternity, that ne'er begun,
And shall through endless ages run,
Only belongs to Deity,
Who was, and is, and still shall be.
His potent arm his works sustains,
And o'er them all supreme he reigns,
Unseen, unheard, yet all abroad
Through boundless space a present God.
With veneration most profound,
From world to world his praise resound; But still thy name can ne'er be shown, Thou infinitely great Unknown!
HYMN XXVIII. C. M.
Authenticity of the Bible.
GOD, thy being I adore,
Thy faithfulness I'll hail;
Thy providence my compass is,
And where that points I'll sail.
My soul shall bless thee all my days
For thy unchanging word;
This word demands my highest praise,
O bless the faithful Lord.
This word ensures my present good,
And future blessings too;
Lead then, my Father, with thy rod,
Thy staff shall bear me through.
O may thy Spirit cleanse my heart
From the most secret faults,
And by thy grace assist my soul
To check rebellious thoughts.
Impious and vain such conduct is,
O Lord I own my guilt;
My hope is in the Saviour's blood
On Calvary's summit spilt.
WHY droops my soul, with guilt oppress'd?
Why these wild tumults in my breast?
Is there no balm to heal my wound?
No kind Physician to be found?
Yes, in the Gospel's faithful lines
Jehovah's grace and mercy shines;
There dress'd in love, the Saviour stands,
With pitying heart, and wooing hands.
Raise to the cross thy weeping eyes;
Behold, the Prince of glory dies!
He dies extended on the tree;
Thence sheds a sov'reign balm for me.
Dear Saviour, at thy feet I lie,
Here to receive a cure, or die;
But love forbids that painful fear,
And grace, that reigns triumphant here.
Thou wilt extract the poison'd dart,
Bind up and heal the broken heart;
With blooming health my soul adorn,
And chase this gloomy night with morn.
Now give a loose, my soul, to joy;
Hosannas be thy best employ,
Salvation thy eternal theme,
And swell the song with Jesu's name.
The burning Brand extricated.
OF Jesus I sing, now reigning above,
And to him I bring this tribute of love;
For, O, I desire his love to commend,
Who me from the fire pluck'd out as a brand.
He saw the disgrace and shame I lay in,
Yet mercy took place, and pardon'd my sin:
Sure I must admire the wonderful hand
Which me from the fire pluck'd out as a brand.
Polluted and black with horrible guilt,
Yet he for my sake his precious blood spilt;
My soul now aspire, to praise the dear friend
Who thee from the fire pluck'd out as a brand.
O, what hath he done, my soul to set free!
Of sinners not one more favour'd than me;
Well may he require my heart and my hand,
Who me from the fire pluck'd out as a brand.
Still, Lord, let me live, thy mercy to prove,
And still to me give supplies from above;
To thee my desire shall daily ascend,
Who me from the fire pluck'd out as a brand.
The time will soon come, when I shall appear In heaven, my home, and worship thee there; In glorious attire, before thee I'll stand,
Who me from the fire pluck'd out as a brand.
HYMN XXXI. C. M.
Throne of Grace.
GREAT God! to us assembled here
Reveal thy smiling face,
While we with holy love and fear
Approach the throne of grace.
With holy boldness may we come,
Though of a sinful race,
Joyful to find there yet is room
Before the throne of grace.
Our earnest, fervent cry attend,
And all our faith increase,
While we our heavenly Friend address
Upon a throne of grace.
His tender pity and his love
Our numerous fears shall chase,
And all our help we then shall prove
Comes from the throne of grace.
Dear Lord! our many wants supply,
Attend to every case,
While humbled in the dust we lie
Before the throne of grace.
We bless thee for thy word and laws;
We bless thee for thy peace;
And we do bless thee, Lord, because
There is a throne of grace.
Comparison between the Resurrection of Christ and the
AM," saith Christ, "your glorious head,"
May we attention give,
The resurrection of the dead,
The life of all that live.
By faith in me the soul receives
New life, though dead before;
And he that in my name believes,
Shall live, to die no more.
The sinner, sleeping in his grave,
Shall at my voice awake;
And when I once begin to save,
My work I ne'er forsake.
Fulfil thy promise, gracious Lord,
On us assembled here;
Put forth thy Spirit with the word,
And cause the dead to hear.
Thy pow'r and mercy first prevail'd,
From death to set us free;
And often since our life had fail'd,
If not renew'd by thee.
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