Kings of the earth, with glad accord,
Give up your kingdoms to the Lord.
g 2 Almighty God, thy power assume,
Who wast, and art, and art to come:
Jesus, the Lamb who once was slain,
Forever live, forever reign!
d 3 The angry nations fret and roar,
That they can slay the saints no more;
o On wings of vengeance flies our God,
To pay the long arrears of blood.
g 4 Now must the rising dead appear;
Now the decisive sentence hear:
o Now the dear martyrs of the Lord
Receive an infinite reward.]
HYMN 66. L. M. Portugal.. [*] .. Christ the King, at his Table. Sol. Song, i. 2-5, 12, 13, 17.
ET him embrace my soul, and
Mine interest in his heavenly love;
prove
The voice that tells me thou art mine,
Exceeds the blessings of the vine,
2 On thee th' anointing Spirit came,
And spreads the savour of thy name;
That oil of gladness, and of
Draws virgin souls to meet thy face.
e 3 Jesus, allure me by thy charms,—
My soul shall fly into thine arms!
Our wandering feet thy favours bring
To the fair chambers of the King.
-4 (Wonder and pleasure tune our voice,
To speak thy praises, and our joys;
Our memory keeps this love of thine,
Beyond the taste of richest wine.)
5 Though in ourselves deformed we are,
And black as Kedar's tents appear;
Yet when we put thy beauties on,
Fair as the courts of Solomon.
6 (While at his table sits the King,
He loves to see us smile and sing;
Our graces are our best perfume,
And breathe like spikenard round the room.)·
7 As myrrh, new bleeding from the tree,
Such is a dying Christ to me turd sem zens of And while he makes my soul his guest,
My bosom, Lord, shall be thy rest.
8 No beams of cedar or of fir
Can with thy courts on earth compare:
And here we wait, until thy love
Raise us to nobler seats above.]
HIYMN 67. L. M. Sicilian. Moreton. [b*]
Seeking the Pustures of Christ. Sol. Song, i. 7.
THOU, whom
All earthly joy and earthly love
e Tell me, dear Shepherd, let me know,
Where do thy sweetest pastures grow?
e 2 Where is the shadow of that rock,
That from the sun defends thy flock?
Fain would I feed among thy sheep,
Among them rest, among them sleep.
3 Why should thy bride appear like one,
That turns aside to paths unknown?
o My constant feet would never rove,
Would never seek another love.
o 4 The footsteps of thy flock I see;
Thy sweetest pastures here they be;
A wondrous feast thy love prepares,
Bought with thy wounds, and groans, and tears.
e 5 His dearest flesh he makes my food,
And bids me drink his richest blood;
o Here, to these hills, my soul would come,
Till my Beloved lead me home.
HYMN 68. L. M. Oporto. [*] Banquet of Love. Sol. Song, ii. 1–7. 1 [BEHOLD the Rose of Sharon here,
The Lily which the valleys bear;
Behold the Tree of Life, that gives
Refreshing fruit, and healing leaves.
2 Amongst the thorns so lilies shine :
Amongst wild gourds, the noble vine:
So in my eyes my Saviour proves,
Amidst a thousand meaner loves.
3 Beneath his cooling shade I sit,
To shield me from the burning heat:
Of heavenly fruit he spreads a feast,
To feed my eyes, and please my taste.
4 (Kindly he brought me to the place,
Where stands the banquet of his grace;
He saw me faint; and o'er my head
The banner of his love he spread.
5 With living bread and generous wine,
He cheers this sinking heart of mine;
And opening his own heart to me,
He shows his thoughts, how kind they be.) 60 never let my Lord depart!
Lie down, and rest upon my heart;
1 charge my sin not once to move,
Nor stir, nor wake, nor grieve my Love.]
HYMN 69. L. M. Shoel. [*]
Christ's Love to his Church. Sol. Song, ii. 8-13
1 HE voice of my Beloved sounds,
Over the rocks and rising grounds;
O'er hills of guilt, and seas of grief,
He leaps, he flies-to my relief.
e 2 Now, through the veil of flesh I see,
With eyes of love he looks on me;
-Now, in the gospel's clearest glass,
He shows the beauties of his face.
b 3 Gently he draws my heart along,
Both with his beauties, and his tongue;
u "Rise," saith my Lord, "make haste away!
"No mortal joys are worth thy stay.
b 4 "The Jewish wintry state is gone,
"The mists are fled, the spring comes on ;
"The sacred turtle dove we hear
0 "Proclaim the new, the joyful year.
-5"The immortal vine of heavenly root
"Blossoms and buds, and gives her fruit;"
e Lo, we are come to taste the wine; .
o Our souls rejoice and bless the Vine.
-6 And when we hear our Jesus say,
"Rise up, my love, make haste away!
Our hearts would fain outfly the wind,
And leave all earthly loves behind
Christ's Invitation answered. Sol. Song, ii. 14, 16, 17.
1 ARK! the Redeemer, from on high,
HSweetly invites his favourites nigh
From caves of darkness and of doubt,
He gently speaks and calls us out.
2" My dove, who hidest in the rock,
"Thine heart almost with sorrow broke,
"Lift up thy face, forget thy fear,
"And let thy voice delight mine eart
3 "Thy voice to me sounds ever sweet;
"My graces in thy count'nance ineet; or br
"Though the vain world thy face despise, Y
""Tis bright and comely in mine eyes!") @]
4 Dear Lord, our thankful heart receives The hope thy invitation gives;
To thee our joyful lips shall raise
The voice of prayer, and that of praise.
5 I am my Love's, and he is mine;
Our hearts, our hopes, our passions join;
Nor let a motion, nor a word,
Nor thought arise to grieve my Lord.
6 My soul to pastures fair he leads,
Amongst the lilies, where he feeds;
Amongst the saints (whose robes are white,
Washed in his blood) is his delight.
7 Till the day break, and shadows flee,
Till the sweet dawning light I see,—
Thine eyes to me-ward often turn,
Nor let my soul in darkness mourn.
8 Be like a hart, on mountains green,
Leap o'er the hills of fear and sin;
Nor guilt, nor unbelief, divide
My Love, my Saviour, from my side.]
IIYMN 71. L. M. Sicilian. [*]
Christ brought to the Church. Sol. Song, iii. 1, 5.
OFTEN I seek my Lord by night,
Jesus, my Love, my soul's delight;
With warm desire, and restless thought,
I seek him oft, but find him not.
2 Then I arise, and search the street,
Till I my Lord, my Saviour meet;
1 ask the watchmen of the night,
Where did you see my soul's delight?
3 Sometimes I find him in my way,
Directed by a heavenly ray;"
I leap for joy to see his face,
And hold him fast in my embrace.
4 (1 bring him to my mother's home,
Nor does my Lord refuse to come;
To Zion's sacred chambers, where
My soul first drew the vital air.
5 He gives me there his bleeding heart,
Pierced for my sake with deadly smart;
I give my soul to him, and there
Our loves their mutual tokens share.)
61 charge you all, ye earthly toys,
Approach not to disturb my joys;
Nor sin, nor hell, come near my heart,
Nor cause iny Saviour to depart.]
HYMN 72. L. M. Leeds.
Coronation of Christ, and Espousals of the Church. Sol. Song iii. 2.
AUGHTERS of Zion, come, behold
'D' The crown of honour and of gold,
Which the glad church, with joys unknown,
Placed on the head of Solomon.
o 2 Jesus, thou everlasting King,
Accept the tribute which we bring;
Accept the well-deserved renown,
And wear our praises as thy erowr.
b 3 Let every act of worship be,
Like our espousals, Lord, to thee!
Like the dear hour, when from above
We first received thy pledge of love,
o 4 The gladness of that happy day!
Our hearts would wish it long to stay;
Nor let our faith forsakel its hold, i
Nor comfort sink, nor love grow cold.
5 Each following minute as it flies,
Increase thy praise, improve our joys;,
o Till we are raised to sing thy name,
At the great supper of the Lamb,
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