3 These, alas! full well they knew,
Sad companions of their way:
Oft on them the tempest blew,
Through the long the cheerless day!
Oft their vileness they deplor'd,
Wills perverse and hearts untrue,
Griev'd they could not love their Lord,
Love him as they wish'd to do!
4 Oft the big, unbidden tear,
Stealing down the furrow'd cheek,
Told in eloquence sincere,
Tales of woe they could not speak.
But, these days of weeping o'er,
Past this scene of toil and pain,
They shall feel distress no more,
Never-never weep again!
5 'Mid the chorus of the skies,
'Mid th' angelic lyres above,
Hark-their songs melodious rise,
Songs of praise to Jesus' love!
Happy spirits!-ye are fled,
Where no grief can entrance find,
Lull'd to rest the aching head,
Sooth'd the anguish of the mind!
6 All is tranquil and serene,
Calm and undisturbed repose,
There no cloud can intervene,
There no angry tempest blows!
Every tear is wip'd away,
Sighs no more shall heave the breast; Night is lost in endless day
Sorrow-in eternal rest!
HYMN DCCCCXII.
For a Day of public Humiliation.
READ Sovereign! at Thy feet we bow, While round Thy bolts of fury fly; We fall before Thy dreadful brow,
Before the lightning of Thine eye!
2 For who can stand, when Thou dost rise
In ire, to shake a guilty land?
Fierce pestilence before Thee flies,
And ruin waits thy stern command!
3 While nations round us feel the weight
Of thine uplifted vengeful rod:
We fall before thy judgment seat,
And own Thee righteous, dreadful God!
4 Yet, 'mid thy wrath, remember love:
And hear the humble sufferers mourn,
Their tears of penitence approve,
And let thine anger cease to burn!
5 Oh! speak and bid the furious fray, Of long-contending nations, cease: Thy gentle sceptre, Jesus, sway,
And reign for ever, "Prince of Peace!"
HYMN DCCCCXIII.
The Penitent pardoned.
OVEREIGN Ruler, Lord of all,
Prostrate at thy feet I fall:
Hear, oh hear my ardent cry,
Frown not, lest I faint and die!
2 Vilest of the sons of men,
Worst of rebels I have been!
Oft abus'd Thee to Thy face,
Trampled on thy richest grace!
3 Justly might thy vengeful dart,
Pierce this broken, bleeding heart;
Justly might thy kindled ire
Blast me in eternal fire.
4 But with thee there's mercy found,
Balm to heal my every wound;
Thou canst sooth the troubled breast,
Give the weary wanderer rest.
5 Then my humble prayer attend,
Shew thyself the sinner's friend;
Bid the sufferer cease to mourn,
Bid the prodigal return!
6 Clasp me in thine arms of love,
Let me all thy fondness prove,
I die if thou canst not forgive,
But whisper" pardon'd," and I live!
HYMN DCCCCXIV.
Hymn to the Deity.
1 CAUSE of all causes, and the source
Whence universal being sprang;
Thou wert e'er time began it's course,
Or morning stars thy praises sang;
When mighty pœans loud and long,
Broke rapturous from th' exulting throng.
2 Ages on ages endless hurl'd,
And myriads joined to myriads still,
The atoms that compose the world,
The drops that ocean's caverns fill;
The whole a trifling point appears
Compar'd with thine eternal years.
3 Existing through all ages, thou
Th' events of every age canst tell;
All things above-all things below,
And in the dreadful gloom of hell;
For blazing noon, and midnight shades,
Alike thy piercing eye pervades.
4 Through the vast regions of the air,
The trackless wilderness of space,
The worlds and systems wandering there
Thine everlasting arms embrace;
The various parts-the mighty whole,
Submissive own thy strong controul.
5 Thou First, thou Last, thou Cause and End
Of all that is, or e'er shall be;
To thee their source all beings tend,
All things that are, exist for thee;
Thy great designs shall all fulfil,
And bow obedient to thy will.
HYMN DCCCCXV.
Peace of Mind.
OME heavenly peace of mind,
I sigh for thy return,
I seek but cannot find
The joys for which I mourn; Ah! where's the Saviour now, Whose smiles I once possessed?
Till he return, I bow,
By heaviest grief oppress'd;
My days of happiness are gone,
And I am left to weep alone.
2 I tried each earthly charm,
In pleasure's haunts I stray'd,
I sought it's soothing balm,
I ask'd the world it's aid;
But ah! no balm it had
To heal a wounded breast,
And I forlorn and sad,
Must seek another rest;
My days of happiness are gone,
And I am left to weep alone.
3 Where can the mourner go,
And tell his tale of grief?
Ah! who can sooth his woe,
And give him sweet relief?
Thou, Jesus! canst impart,
By thy long wish'd return,
Ease to this wounded heart,
And bid me cease to mourn;
Then shall this night of sorrow flee,
And I rejoice my Lord in thee.
HYMN DCCCCXVI.
A Sabbath Hymn. Ps. lxxxiv. 10.
To thy temple I repair,
Lord! how I love to worship there,
When within the veil I meet
hrist upon the mercy-seat.
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