Who in his deep heart-ground
To Thee is firmly bound,
Still and joyful knows no fear.
Earth cofts him no bitter tear,

Earth grows dim when Thou art near.

O highest joy of joy!

True reft!

Comfort of every aching breast!

Whom can earth trouble and annoy,
Whom Thou art near to bless,
Who does Thy love poffess?

All I seek for out of Thee
Hindrance to my joy might be,
And diminish peace in me.

Whom Thou doft call Thy child,

Thine own,

By all on earth may be unknown,
By all on earth may be reviled :
What then? if God be his

He needs no other bliss.

If I know that I have Thee,
Life and strength and joy may flee,
Griefs may come, they move not me.

Come, O thou bleffed One,

My choice!

Now in Thy light make me rejoice,

Come, fill the soul which Thou hast won.

Come, take the whole, that I
To Thee may live and die.

I am Thine, O, be Thou mine,
Until in yonder life divine

Thy face on me fhall fully shine!

Tersteegen. 1731.

MAJESTY OF GOD.

HE Lord descended from above,

THE

And bowed the heavens moft high,

And underneath His feet He caft

The darkness of the sky.

On cherubim and seraphim

Full royally He rode,

And on the wings of mighty winds
Came flying all abroad.

He sat serene upon the floods,

Their fury to restrain;

And He, as sovereign Lord and King

For evermore fhall reign.

Sternhold. 1540.

CHRIST.

HA

CHRIST'S MESSAGE.

ARK! the glad sound! the Saviour comes!
The Saviour promised long!

Let every heart prepare a throne,

And every voice a song.

On him the Spirit, largely poured,

Exerts its sacred fire;

Wisdom and might, and zeal and love,
His holy breaft inspire.

He comes, the prisoner to release,
In Satan's bondage held;

The gates of brass before him burft,

The iron fetters yield.

He comes from thickest films of vice
To clear the mental ray,

And on the eyeballs of the blind

To pour celeftial day.

He comes, the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure,

And with the treasures of his grace

T'enrich the humble poor.

Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim,

And heaven's eternal arches ring

J'

ESUS! the very thought is sweet;

In that dear name all heart-joys meet;

But sweeter than the honey far

The glimpses of his presence are.

No word is sung more sweet than this;
No name is heard more full of bliss;
No thought brings sweeter comfort nigh,
Than Jesus, Son of God, most high.

Jesus, the hope of souls forlorn !
How good to them for fin that mourn;
To them that seek Thee, O how kind!
But what art Thou to them that find?

No tongue of mortal can express,
No letters write its bleffedness;
Alone, who hath Thee in his heart
Knows, love of Jesus, what Thou art.

O Jesus, King of wondrous might;
O victor, glorious from the fight;
Sweetness that may not be expressed,
And altogether lovelieft!

St. Bernard. 1153.

I

THE COMFORTER.

LOOK to Thee in every need,
And never look in vain ;

I feel Thy strong and tender love,
And all is well again:

The thought of Thee is mightier far
Than fin and pain and sorrow are.

Discouraged in the work of life,
Disheartened by its load,

Shamed by its failures or its fears,

I fink befide the road;

But let me only think of Thee,

And then new heart springs up in me.