2 On earth we want the sight
Of our Redeemer's face;

Yet, Lord, our inmost thoughts delight
To dwell upon Thy grace.

3 And when we taste Thy love,
Our joys divinely grow,
Unspeakable, like those above,
And heaven begins below.

611 Psalm xcvi. 2.

7.6.

HAWEIS

1 To Thee, my God and Saviour,

My heart exulting springs;

Rejoicing in Thy favour,
Almighty King of kings.
I'll celebrate Thy glory,
With all the saints above;
And tell the wondrous story
Of Thy redeeming love.

2 Soon as the morn with roses
Bedecks the dewy east,
And when the sun reposes
Upon the ocean's breast;
My voice in supplication
Well pleased Thou shalt hear;
O grant me Thy salvation,
And to my soul draw near.

3 By Thee through life supported,
I pass the dangerous road,
With heavenly hosts escorted
Up to their bright abode;
There cast my crown before Thee,
Now all my conflicts o'er,
And day and night adore Thee-
What can an angel more?

612

1

Eph. v. 1.

NOT by the terrors of a slave,

God's children do His will;

But with the noblest powers they have,
His sweet commands fulfil.

2 They find access at every hour
To God within the veil;

Hence they derive a quickening power,
And joys that never fail.

3 O happy souls, O glorious state
Of overflowing grace;

To dwell so near their Father's seat,
And see His lovely face.

4 Lord, I address Thy heavenly throne,
Call me a child of Thine;

Send down the Spirit of Thy Son,
To form my heart divine.

5 There shed Thy choicest love abroad,
And make my comforts strong;
Then shall I say, My Father God,
With an unwavering tongue.

613

John viii. 36. C. M.

1

DODDRIDGE.*

ARK! for the Son of God now calls
To life and liberty;

Transported fall before His feet,

Who makes the prisoners free.

2 The cruel bonds of sin He breaks,
And breaks the tyrant's chain;
Smiling He deals those pardons round,
Which free from endless pain.

3 Into the captive heart He pours
His Spirit from on high;

We lose the terrors of the slave,
And Abba, Father, cry.

614 Rom. viii. 33.

L. M.

1

W

WATTS.

THO shall the Lord's elect condemn?
"Tis God that justifies their souls;
And mercy, like a mighty stream,
O'er all their sins divinely rolls.

2 Who shall adjudge the saints to hell?
"Tis Christ that suffered in their stead;
And, the salvation to fulfil,

Behold Him rising from the dead.

3 He lives, He lives, and reigns above,
For ever interceding there;

Who shall divide us from His love?
Or what should tempt us to despair?

4 Shall persecution, or distress,
Famine, or sword, or nakedness?

He who hath loved us bears us through, And makes us more than conquerors too.

5 Faith hath an overcoming power;
It triumphs in the dying hour:

Christ is our life, our joy, our hope,
Nor can we sink with such a prop.

6 Not all that men on earth can do,
Nor powers on high, nor powers below,
Shall cause His mercy to remove,

Or wean our hearts from Christ, our love.

615

2 Tim. ii. 3. C. M.

WATTS

cross,

The followers of the Lamb? And shall we fear to own His cause,

Or blush to speak His name?

2 Now must we fight if we would reign:
Increase our courage, Lord:
We'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by Thy word.

3 Thy saints in all this glorious war
Shall conquer, though they're slain;
They see the triumph from afar,
And shall with Jesus reign.

4 When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all Thine armies shine

In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be Thine.

616 Phil. iii. 14.

1

STAND

L. M.

WATTS.

TAND up, my soul, shake off thy fears,
And gird the gospel armour on ;
March to the gates of endless joy,

Where thy great Captain-Saviour's gone.
2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course,
But hell and sin are vanquished foes;
Thy Jesus nailed them to the cross,
And sung the triumph when He rose.
3 Then let my soul march boldly on,
Press forward to the heavenly gate;
There peace and joy eternal reign,
And glittering robes for conquerors wait.
4 There shall I wear a starry crown,
And triumph in almighty grace,
While all the armies of the skies
Join in my glorious Leader's praise.

617

1

IN

Gal. vi. 14.

8.7.

BOWRING.

N the Cross of Christ I glory;
Towering o'er the wrecks of time,

All the light of sacred story

Gathers round its head sublime,

2 When the woes of life o'ertake me, Hopes deceive and fears annoy, Never shall the Cross forsake me,

Lo! it glows with peace and joy.
3 When the sun of bliss is beaming
Light and love upon my way,
From the Cross the radiance streaming,
Adds more lustre to the day,

4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,
By the Cross are sanctified;
Peace is there that knows no measure,
Joys that through all time abide.

5 In the Cross of Christ I glory;
Towering o'er the wrecks of time,
All the light of sacred story

Gathers round its head sublime.

618

1 Cor. iii. 21-23.

R. W. HAMILTON.

8.8.6.

HOUGH poor in lot and scorned in name,
Without the humblest wreath of fame,
Nor having gem nor gold;

Yet bright our honour, vast our store;
What tongue can tell, or thought explore,
The charter we unfold?

2 We claim the gifts the Saviour strews, As royal largess, while His foes

In captive chains are led ;

The mind that can convince and teach,
The lip baptized with heavenly speech,
The zeal which wakes the dead.

3 And ours the world, its use and good,
Delivered from it by His blood,

Whom it nor loves nor knows; And e'en this strange and bitter life, Whose stream is chafed with endless strife, Now calmly, brightly flows.