o 60 that the months would roll away, And bring that coronation-day!

g The King cf grace shall fill the throne, With all his Father's glories on.

HYMN 73. L. M. Castle Street. The Church's Beauty in the Eyes of Christ. Sol. Song iv. 1, 10, 11, 7, 9, 8.

KIND is the speech of Christ our Lord;

Affection sounds in every word:

Lo, thou art fair, my love, he cries;
Not the young doves have sweeter eyes.

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2 (Sweet are thy lips; thy pleasing voice
Salutes mine ear, with sacred joys;
No spice so much delights the smell,
Nor milk, nor honey, tastes so well.)
3 Thou art all fair, my bride, to me;
I will behold no spot in thee;
What mighty wonders love performs,
And puts a comeliness on worms!
14 Defiled and loathsome as we are,
He makes us white, and calls us fair;
Adorns us with that heavenly dress,
His graces and his righteousness.

5 My sister and my spouse, he cries,
Bound to my heart by various ties,
Thy powerful love my heart detains,
In strong delight and pleasing chains.
6 He calls me from the leopard's den,
From this wide world of beasts and men,
To Zion, where his glories are;
Not Lebanon is half so fair.

7 Nor dens of prey, nor flowery plains.

Nor earthly joys, nor earthly pains,
Shall hold my feet, or force my stay,
When Christ invites my soul away.]

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HYMN 74. L. M. Portugal. [ The Garden of Christ. Sol. Song iv. 12—15; v 1. E are a garden, walled around,

b1W Chosen, and made peculiar ground

A little spot-enclosed by grace.
Out of the world's wide wilderness.

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-2 Like trees of myrrh and spice we stand,
Planted by God the Father's hand;
And all his springs in Zion flow,

To make the young plantations grow.
o 3 Awake, O heavenly wind, and come,
Blow on this garden of perfume;
Spirit divine, descend and breathe
A gracious gale on plants beneath.
-4 Make our best spices flow abroad,
To entertain our Saviour God:
And faith, and love, and joy appear,
And every grace be active here.
5 [Let my beloved come, and taste
His pleasant fruits at his own feast;
I come, my spouse, I come, he cries,
With love and pleasure in his eyes.
6 Our Lord into his garden comes,
Well pleased to smell our poor perfumes;
And calls us to a feast divine,
Sweeter than honey, milk or wine.
d 7 Eat of the of life, my friends,
The blessings that my Father sends;
Your taste shall all my dainties prove,
And drink abundance of my love.]
o 8 Jesus, we will frequent thy board,
And sing the bounties of our Lord:
e But the rich food, on which we live,
Demands more praise than tongue can give.

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HYMN 75. L. M. Moreton. [*]

Description of Christ the Beloved. Sol. Song v. 9, 10, 11, 12, 14, 15, 16.

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HE wondering world inquires to know
Why I should love my Jesus so;

What are his charms, say they, above

The objects of a mortal love?

2 Yes, my Beloved, to my sight,
Shows a sweet mixture, red and white:
All human beauties, all divine,
In my Beloved meet and shine,

3 White is his soul, from blemish free;
Red with the blood he shed for me;

The fairest of ten thousand fairs;
A sun amongst ten thousand stars.
4 (His head the finest gold excels;
There wisdom in perfection dwells;
And glory, like a crown, adorns

Those temples once beset with thorns.
e 5 Compassions in his heart are found,
Close by the signals of his wound :5
His sacred side no more shall bear
The cruel scourge, the piercing spear.)
-6 (His hands are fairer to behold,
Than diamonds, set in rings of gold;
Those heavenly hands, that on the tree
Were nailed, and torn, and bled for me.
p 7 Though once he bowed his feeble knees,
Loaded with sins and agonies,
-Now on the throne of his command,
His legs like marble pillars stand.)
8 (His eyes are majesty and love,
The eagle, tempered with the dove;
No more shall trickling sorrows roll,
Through those dear windows of his soul.

9 His mouth, that poured out long complaints, Now smiles, and cheers his fainting saints; GPÅ His countenance more graceful is,

Than Lebanon with all its trees.)

10 All over glorious is my Lord,
Must be beloved, and yet adored;
His worth, if all the nations knew,
Sure the whole earth would love him too.]

HYMN 76. L. M. Islington. [*] Christ in Heaven and on Earth. Sol. Song vi. 1—3, 12.

WHEN strangers stand and hear me tell

What beauties in my Saviour dwell,
Where he is gone, they fain would know,
That they might seek and love him too.
2 My best Beloved keeps his throne
On hills of light, in worlds unknown;
But he descends, and shows his face
In the young gardens of his grace.
3 [In vineyards, planted by his hand,
Where fruitful trees in order stand

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He feeds among the spicy beds,''''
Where lilies show their spotless heads.
4 He has engrossed my warmest love;
No earthly charins my soul can move:
I have a mansion in his heart,

Nor death, nor hell can make us part.]
5 He takes my soul e'er I'm aware, n
And shows me where his glories are;
No chariot of Amminadib,

The heavenly rapture can describe, o 60 may my spirit daily rise,

On wings of faith above the skies; e Till death shall make my last remove, To dwell forever with my Love.

HYMN 77. L. M. Wells.

Love of Christ to the Church. Sol. Song vii. 5, 6, 9, 12, 13. NOW in the galleries of his grace

Appears the King, and thus he says, "How fair my saints are in my sight, "My love, how pleasant for delight!" 2 Kind is thy language, sovereign Lord, There's heavenly grace in every word; From that dear mouth a stream, divine, Flows sweeter than the choicest wine. 3 Such wondrous love awakes the lip Of saints that were almost asleep, To speak the praises of thy name, And make our cold affections flame. 4 These are the joys he lets us know, In fields and villages below: Gives us a relish of his love, But keeps his noblest feast above." o 5 In Paradise, within the gates, A higher entertainment waits; Fruits new and old laid up in store,

Where we shall feed, but thirst no more.]

HYMN 78. L. M.

Bicester. [*] The Strength of Christ's Love. Sol. Song viii. 5, 6, 7,

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13, 14.

THO is this fair one in distress,

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That travels from the wilderness

And pressed with sorrows, and with sins,
On her beloved Lord she leans.

2 This is the spouse of Christ our God,
Bought with the treasures of his blood;
And her request, and her complaint,
Is but the voice of every saint.

3 "O let my name engraven stand,
"Both on thy heart, and on thy hand;
"Seal me upon thine arm,
and wear

"That pledge of love forever there.

4"Stronger than death thy love is known,
"Which foods of wrath could never drown;
"And hell and earth in vain combine,
"To quench a fire so much divine.

5" But I am jealous of my heart,
"Lest it should once from thee depart;
"Then let thy name be well impressed,
"As a fair signet, on my breast:

6"Till thou hast brought me to thy home,
"Where fears and doubts can never come,

Thy countenance let me often see,

"And often thou shalt hear from me.

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o 7" Come, my Beloved, haste away,
"Cut short the hours of thy delay;
g" Fly like a youthful hart or roe,
"Over the hills where spices grow."]

HYMN 79. L. M. Shoel. [*]

A Morning Hymn. Psalm xix. 5, 8, and lxxiii. 24, 25

Ge Cheerful sun makes haste to rise,

OD of the morning, at whose voice

And like a giant doth rejoice,

To run his journey through the skies;—

2 From the fair chambers of the east,
The circuit of his race begins,

And without weariness or rest,
Round the whole earth he flies, and shines.

o 3 Oh, like the sun may I fulfill
Th' appointed duties of the day;
With ready mind, and active will,
March on and keep my heavenly way.
e 4 (But I shall rove, and lose the race,
If God my Sun should disappear,