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And with an undefiled tongue
Through Heaven's long days.
In endless praise.
See that ye refuse not Him that speaketh. For if they escaped not who refused Him that spake on earth, much more shall not we escape, if we turn away from Him who speaketh from Heaven.-HEB. xii.
Jesu, the heart's own sweetness, and true light,
Thou art the secret Fountain that o'erflows The weary soul, surpassing all delight,
In whom each anxious longing finds repose.
Stay with us, Lord, and with Thy kindly ray
Enlighten our dark spirits, at whose birth Dark shades shall flee the opening eye of day,
And sweetness shall revive the drooping earth.
When Thou the heart dost visit, all things seem
Truth shines in her unclouded form, Emerging from the world as from a dream;
And Love, her face beholding, waxeth warm.
Good Jesus, while time's scroll 1 still unfold,
Do Thou to me Thy love make manifest, That I, ʼmid clouds that wrap me, may behold
Thine everlasting glory, and find rest.
He whom Thy love makes glad as with new wine,
He knows that knowledge which is from above; Full blest is he; that fulness is Divine,
And there is nothing else that he can love.
Thou art the Fount of pity; as it flows
All drink of Thine abundance infinite: Thou art the only Sun Thy country knows;
Scatter the clouds, and show us Thy true light.
Wymn on the Judgment.
Out of the deep have I called unto thee, O Lord; Lord, hear my voice : O let Thine ears consider well the voice of my complaint. If Thou, Lord, wilt be extreme to mark what is done amiss, O Lord, who may abide it ?—Psalm cxxx.
Day of wrath !--that awful day
The trembling, the agony,
When the trumpet's thrilling tone,
Death and Time shall stand aghast
Then the volume shall be spread,
Then the Judge shall sit! oh! then,
What shall wretched I then plead ?
King of dreadful Majesty,
Bear me, Lord, in heart I pray,
Weary seeking me wast Thou,
Judge of Justice, Thee, I pray,
O'er my crimes 1 guilty groan,
Thou didst set the adultress free,
Nought of Thee my prayers can claim,
With Thy sheep my place assign,
When the lost, to silence driven,