Witnessing the goodness of God.
THE God, whose smiles we court, From whom we favour claim;
Whose love alone new life imparts, And gives the heav'nly flame; Is none but the meek Lamb, Our dear exalted Lord;
Whose grace and Spirit still remain To bless us in his word.
When they assemble in his name
To supplicate his grace: A train of sinners poor
He will not cast behind;
But keeps his word for evermore, And bears us on his mind.
To our relief he flies,
He flies from realms above;
Answers our pray'rs in sweet replies, And tokens of his love.
Shall we not witness bear How faithful He hath been; And boldly to the world declare, Salvation we have seen?
Yes, if thou'lt help us, Lord, Thy name we will confess;
And speak of Christ the living word, The Lord our righteousness:
We'll mention to his praise The triumphs of his death; And sing his everlasting grace Ev'n with our latest breath.
NOME, thou fount of ev'ry blessing, Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise. Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above; Praise the mount-Oh, fix us on it, Mount of God's unchanging love!
2 Here I raise my Ebenezer ; Hither by thine help I come; And I hope by thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home. Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wand'ring from the fold of God; He, to rescue me from danger, Interpos'd his precious blood.
3 Oh! to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrain'd to be! Let that grace now, like a fetter. Bind my wand'ring heart to thee. Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it Prone to leave the God I love ; Here's my heart, O take and seal it, Seal it from thy courts above.
WEET the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the cross I spend ;
Life and health, and peace possessing From the sinners' dying friend. Here I'll sit, for ever viewing
Mercy's streams in streams of blood; Precious drops my soul bedewing, Plead and claim my peace with God.
2 Truly blessed is this station, Low before his cross to lie ; While I see divine compassion Floating in his languid eye; Here it is I find my heaven, While upon the Lamb I gaze; Love I much? I've much forgiven, I'm a miracle of grace.
3 Love and grief my heart dividing, With my tears his feet I'll bathe; Constant still in faith abiding, Life deriving from his death. May I still enjoy this feeling, In all need to Jesus go;
Prove his wounds each day more healing, And himself more deeply know.
God's amazing condescension.
WEET and blessed are the moments When my Jesus I can see,
Lost in those divine enjoyments,
Preludes of eternity;
When my soul, with love and wonder, Shall behold Him as He is ; On his natures ever ponder, Sources of my joy and bliss,
2 Angels seek to know the reason, Why the ever-blessed God, Stoop'd to suffer for our treason, Cloth'd like us in flesh and blood; Him, whom lately they surrounded Like a wretched man they see; Gaze astonish'd and confounded, At their Maker on the tree.
3 But what was from them concealed Freely thou to us hast shewn ; Thou hast now the cause revealed; 'Twas thy love, and that alone; That's the source of ev'ry blessing To our ruin'd, wretched race; Streams of bounty, still increasing, Flow from rich and sov'reign grace.
4 'Tis from thee, my dearest Jesus, All my hope and comfort springs;
I would ever sing thy praises, Glorious Saviour, King of kings: Great has been thy condescension To unworthy, sinful me ; Great above my comprehension, Love supreme, divinely free.
HEE will I love, my strength and tow'r, Thee will I love, my joy and crown ; Thee will I love with all my pow'r,
In all my works, and thee alone! Thee will I love till the pure fire Fills my whole soul with chaste desire.
2 Ah! why did I so late thee know, Thee, lovelier than the sons of men! Ah! why did I not sooner go
To thee, the only ease in pain! Asham'd I sigh, and inly mourn That I so late to thee did turn.
3 In darkness willingly 1 stray'd;
I sought thee, yet from thee I rov'd; For wide my wand'ring thoughts were spread, Thy creatures more than Thee I lov'd: And now, if more at length I see,
'Tis through thy light, and comes from thee.
4 I thank thee, uncreated Sun,
That thy bright beams on me have shin'd:
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