HYMN LI. C. M.
On Mal. iii. 12,
1REJOICE, ye happy souls rejoice,
Who in New Salem stand;
And let your all harmonious voice
Sound high from land to land.
2 All nations soon shall hear and see,
How great your favors prove,
How wond'rous rich those blessings be,
Which flow from Jesu's love.
3 Jerusalem, divinely bless'd,
In all its grandeur new,
Shall be by ev'ry tongue confess'd,
When they your glory view.
4 Delightful Church, the Lord's abade!
Here stands Jehovah's throne,
The habitation of our God
Here Jesus reigns alone.
5 Delightsome land of oil and wine,
Here milk and honey flow;
Celestial blessings here combine,
And fruits immortal grow.
6 Here will we take our joyful rest,
Nor e'er from Salem roam;
Not strangers we, but Jesu's guests
And this our happy home.
HYMN LII. L. M.
On the Free Church. See Haggai ii. 8. 9.
J. PROUD. HAPPY Church, celestial bride,
Thy husband will with thee reside;
With peerless glory thou shalt shine,
In robes of honour all divine.
2 The gold and silver, truth and love,
And all the wealth of heav'n above,
Are thine bless'd Lord; thou wilt bestow
This treasure on thy saints below.
3 With brightest glory thus array'd,
And rich with holy treasure made,
Jerusalem shall glorious stand;
The pride of ev'ry age and land.
HYMN LIII. C. M.
On Psalm lxxxiv. 10, 11, 12.
WITHIN thy holy temple, Lord,
My soul would ever stay,
To hear the wonders of thy word,
And learn my heav'nly way.
2 Thou art my sun of love divine,
Thy rays are radiant light;
This sun doth now unclouded shine,
Full beaming to my sight.
3 Thou art my shield by night and day, And dost from hell defend ;
Tho' hosts of foes beset my way,
Thou wilt my soul befriend.
4 Thy grace thou freely wilt bestow
To ev'ry humble mind;
And ev'ry humble soul shall know,
That thou art ever kind.
HYMN LIV. S. M.
On the Lord's Supper.
HAPPY! happy we,
At such a feast as this;
Where Jesus gives us all to see,
How great his goodness is!
2 Here may we joyful join,
A feast celestial prove;
Partake of living bread and wine,
The Saviour's truth and love."
4 His blood is drink indeed,
His flesh is sacred food;
And while on these we freely feed,
We can pronounce them good.
4 A pledge of Jesu's love,
To all his children giv❜n;
Foretaste of richer joys above,
The antepast of heav'n.
HYMN LV. S. M.
Ingratitude and negligence complained of.
HOW negligent are we,
A kingdom to obtain!
And yet how busy sinners be,
A little dust to gain.
2 How many mercies giv'n,
Our God how wond'rous kind!
And yet how few returns to heav'n,
From our ungrateful mind!
S Eternal glories stand,
In view before our eyes;
But we have hardly heart or hand,
To take the noble prize.
4 Ti'd down to flesh and sense,
And lost in earthly love :
We live in sloth and negligence,
Nor care for things above..
5 Rouse, christian, rouse thy mind,
From indolence arise;
Be grateful as thy God is kind,
And press towards the skies.
6 The harvest soon is past,
The night of death is nigh;
And while thy span of time shall last,
Insure the joys on high.
HYMN LVI. C. M.
The pleasures of religion.
WHEN true religion gains a place,
And lives within the mind;
The sensu'l life subdu'd by grace,
And all the heart refin'd;
? The desert blooms in lively green,
Where thorns and briars grew;
The barren waste is fruitful seen,
And all the prospect new.
3 The storms of rugged winter cease,
The frozen pow'rs revive;
Spring smiles without, within is peace,
All nature seems alive.
4 O happy christian! richly bless'd,
What floods of pleasure roll!
By God and man he stands confess'd,
In dignity of soul.
5 Substantial, pure his ev'ry joy,
His Maker is his friend;
The noblest business his employ,
And happiness his end.
6 Ye sensu❜l, worldly, proud, and vain,
Your airy good pursue;
Let me religion's pleasure gain,
I'll leave the world to you.
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