OLIVERS. He calls a worm his friend, He calls Himself my God; And He shall save me to the end, Through Jesu's blood. He by Himself hath sworn, I shall, on eagles' wings upborne, I shall behold His face, SECOND PART. Though nature's strength decay, And earth and hell withstand, To Canaan's bounds I urge my way, At His command. The watery deep I pass, With Jesus in my view; And through the howling wilderness My way pursue. The goodly land I see, With peace and plenty blest; A land of sacred liberty, And endless rest. There milk and honey flow; And oil and wine abound; And trees of life for ever grow, There dwells the Lord our King, The Prince of Peace; On Sion's sacred height, His kingdom still maintains; And glorious with His saints in light For ever reigns. 413 He keeps His own secure, With streams of sacred bliss, THIRD PART. Before the great Three-One The listening spheres attend, The God who reigns on high The great archangels sing; And, "Holy, holy, holy," cry, "Almighty King! Who was and is the same, Before the Saviour's face, He shews His prints of love,- And sound through all the worlds above. The whole triumphant host Give thanks to God on high; "Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost," They ever cry: What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd! Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest; I hate the sins that made Thee mourn, The dearest idol I have known, Help me to tear it from Thy throne, So shall my walk be close with God, That leads me to the Lamb. The Fountain Opened. There is a fountain fill'd with blood And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, The dying thief rejoiced to see Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood Till all the ransom'd church of God E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Then in a nobler, sweeter song I'll sing Thy power to save; When this poor lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave. Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared For me a blood-bought free reward, 'Tis strung, and tuned, for endless years, And form'd by power divine; To sound in God the Father's ears No other name but Thine. Light in Darkness. God moves in a mysterious way Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up His bright designs, And works His sovereign will. COWPER. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread, Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, Ilis purposes will ripen fast, The bud may have a bitter taste, Blind unbelief is sure to err, 417 |