2 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.
3 Truly blessed is this station,
Low before his Cross to lie,
While I see Divine compassion
Floating in his languid eye.
4 Here it is I find my Heaven,
While upon the Cross I gaze;
Love I much? I'm more forgiven;
I'm a miracle of grace.
5 Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears his feet I'll bathe;
Constant still in faith abiding,
Life deriving from his death.
6 May I still enjoy this feeling,
In all need to Jesus go;
Prove his wounds each day more healing,
And himself more fully know.
50 Ps. XXXVI. 9.—“In thy light shall we see light."
1 CHRIST Whose glory fills the skies,
Christ the true, the only Light;
Sun of Righteousness arise,
Triumph o'er the shades of night:
Day-spring from on high, be near;
Day-star in my heart appear.
2 Dark and cheerless is the morn,
Unaccompanied by Thee;
Joyless is the day's return,
Till thy mercy's beams I see;
Till they inward light impart,
Glad my eyes, and warm my heart.
3 Visit, then, this soul of mine,
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
Fill me, Radiancy Divine!
Scatter all my unbelief:
More and more Thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.
51 Ps. XXXVII. 4.-" Delight thyself in the Lord."
1 O LORD, I would delight in Thee,
And on thy love depend;
To Thee in every trouble flee,
My best, my only friend.
2 No good in creatures can be found,
But may be found in Thee;
I must have all things and abound,
While God is God to me.
3 He that has made my Heaven secure
Will here all good provide;
While Christ is rich, can I be poor?
What can I want beside?
4 O Lord, I cast my care on Thee,
I triumph and adore;
Henceforth my great concern shall be
To love and praise Thee more.
52 Ps. XL. 17. "I am poor and needy, yet the Lord thinketh on me."
1 POOR and needy though I be,
God Almighty cares for me;
Gives me clothing, shelter, food,-
Gives me all I have of good.
2 He will hear me when I pray,-
He is with me night and day;
When I sleep, and when I wake,
For the Lord my Saviour's sake.
3 He who reigns above the sky
Once became as poor as I ;
He whose blood for me was shed,
Had not where to lay his head.
4 Though I labour here awhile,
Father, bless me with thy smile;
And, when this short life is past,
May I rest with Thee at last,
5 Then to Thee I'll tune my song,
Happy as the day is long;
This my joy for ever be,-
God Almighty cares for me.
53 PS. XLII. 2.-" My soul thirsteth for God."
1 I THIRST, but not as once I did,
The vain delights of earth to share; Thy wounds, Emmanuel, all forbid That I should seek my pleasures there.
2 It was the sight of thy dear Cross First wean'd my soul from earthly things! And taught me to esteem as dross
The mirth of fools and pomp of kings.
3 I want that grace that springs from thee,
That quickens all things where it flows,
And makes a wretched thorn like me
Bloom as the myrtle, or the rose.
54 Ps. XLV. 2.—“ Thou art fairer than the children of men."
1 JESUS, and shall it ever be,
A mortal man ashamed of Thee?
Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glory shines through endless days!
2 Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star!
He sheds his beams of light divine
On this benighted soul of mine.
3 Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon
Let midnight be ashamed of noon;
'Tis midnight with my soul, till He.
Bright morning star, bids darkness flee.
4 Ashamed of Jesus! that dear friend,
On whom my hopes of Heaven depend!
No! when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere His name.
5 Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may,
When I've no guilt to wash away,
No fears to quell, no good to crave,
And no immortal soul to save.
6 Till then, nor is my boasting vain,-
Till then, I boast a Saviour slain;
And, O, may this my glory be,
That Christ is not ashamed of me.
55 Ps. XLVI. 4.-" There is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of our
1 CLEAR Spring of Life! flow on and roll
With growing swell from pole to pole,
Till flowers and fruits of Paradise
Round all thy winding current rise!
2 Still near thy stream may I be found,
Long as I tread this earthly ground:
Cheer with thy wave death's gloomy shade,
Then thro' the fields of Canaan spread.
56 Ps. XLVII. 5.—“God is gone up with a shout."
1 Go up with shouts of praise!
Go up, High-priest, to Heaven
Who hast the ransom'd race
Upon thy heart engraven;
Though seated on thy throne,
Thou deign'st to hear our pray'r
Nor art asham'd to own
That we thy brethren are.
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