2 Mollify our harsher will;
Each to each our tempers suit,
By thy modulating skill,
Heart to heart, as lute to lute:
Sweetly on our spirits move,
Gently touch the trembling strings;
Make the harmony of love,
Music for the King of kings.
3 See the souls that hang on thee!
Severed though in flesh we are,
Joined in spirit all agree;
All thy only love declare;
Spread thy love to all around:
Hark! we now our voices raise!
Joyful consentaneous sound,
Sweetest symphony of praise.
4 Jesu's praise be all our song;
While we Jesu's praise repeat,
Glide our happy hours along,
Glide with down upon their feet!
Far from sorrow, sin, and fear,
Till we take our seats above,
Live we all as angels here,
Only sing, and praise, and love.
LIFT up your hearts to things above,
Ye followers of the Lamb,
And join with us to praise his love,
And glorify his name.
2 To Jesu's name give thanks and sing,
Whose mercies never end :
Rejoice! rejoice! the Lord is King;
The King is now our friend!
3 We, for his sake, count all things loss;
On earthly good look down;
And joyfully sustain the cross,
Till we receive the crown.
4 0 let us stir each other up,
Our faith by works to approve,
By holy, purifying hope,
And the sweet task of love!
5 Love us, though far in flesh disjoined, Ye lovers of the Lamb:
And ever bear us on your mind,
Who think and speak the same :
6 You on our minds we ever bear,
Whoe'er to Jesus bow;
Stretch out the arms of faith and prayer,
And, lo! we reach you now.
7 Surely we now your souls embrace,
With you we now appear
Present before the throne of grace,
And you, and Christ, are here.
8 The blessings all on you be shed,
Which God in Christ imparts;
We pray the Spirit of our Head
Into your faithful hearts.
9 Mercy and peace your portion be,
To carnal minds unknown,
The hidden manna, and the tree
Of life, and the white stone.
10 Live till the Lord in glory come,
And wait his heaven to share:
Our Saviour now prepares our home:
Go on ; we'll meet you there.
1 HOW blest is he who ne'er consents
By ill advice to walk;
Nor stands in sinners' ways, nor sits
Where men profanely talk.
2 But makes the perfect law of God
His study and delight;
Devoutly reads therein by day,
And meditates by night.
3 Like some fair tree which, fed by streams,
With timely fruit doth bend,
He still shall flourish, and success
All his designs attend.
4 Ungodly men and their attempts
No lasting root shall find,
Untimely withered, and dispersed
Like chaff before the wind.
5 Their guilt shall strike the wicked dumb
Before their Judge's face;
No formal hypocrite shall then
Among the saints have place.
6 For God approves the just man's ways,
To happiness they tend;
But sinners and the paths they tread
Shall both in ruin end.
OW are the Gentiles all on fire!
Why rage they with vain menacing?
'Gainst God, and his Anointed King,
Earth's haughty potentates conspire;
Break we (say they) their servile bands,
And cast their cords from our free hands.
2 But God from his celestial throne
Shall laugh, and their attempts deride;
Then high incensed thus check their pride,
(His wrath in their confusion shown)
Lo! I my king have crowned, and will
Enthrone, on Zion's sacred hill.
3 That great decree I shall declare ; For thus I heard Jehovah say, "Thou art my Son, begot this day; Request, and I will grant thy prayer, Subject all nations to thy throne, And make the sea-bound earth thine own.
4 "Thou shalt an iron sceptre sway,
As earthen vessels, break their bones;"
Be wise then, ye who sit on thrones,
And judges grave, advice obey;
With joyful fear O serve the Lord,
With trembling joy embrace his Word.
5 In reverent homage kiss the Son,
Lest he his wrathful looks display,
And so ye perish in the way,
His anger newly but begun ;
Then blessed only are the just,
Who on the Anointed fix their trust.
HOU, Lord, art a shield for me,
Succour still I find in thee;
Now thou liftest up my head,
Now I glory in thine aid,
Confident in thy defence,
Strong in thine omnipotence.
2 To the Lord I cried; the cry
Brought my helper from the sky;
By my kind protector kept,
Safe I laid me down and slept,
Slept within his arms, and rose;
Blest him for the sweet repose.
3 Thine it is, O Lord, to save;
Strength in thee thy people have;
Safe from sin in thee they rest,
With the gospel-blessing blest,
Wait to see the perfect grace,
Heaven on earth in Jesu's face.
N thee, O God of purity,
I wait for hallowing grace;
None without holiness shall see
The glories of thy face:
2 In souls unholy and unclean
Thou never canst delight;
Nor shall they, while unsaved from sin
Appear before thy sight.
3 Thou hatest all that evil do,
Or speak iniquity,
The heart unkind, the heart untrue,
Are both abhorred by thee.
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