With glad consent our lips shall move,
And sweet hosannas crown the board.

OF

HYMN LXXXIII.

L. M.

Love to Christ present or absent.

I.

F all the joys we mortals know,
JESUS, thy love exceeds the rest;

Love, the best blessing here below,
And nearest image of the blest.

II.

Sweet are my thoughts, and soft my cares,
When the celestial flame I feel;

In all my hopes, and all my fears,
There's something kind and pleasing still.

III.

While I am held in his embrace
There's not a thought attempts to rove;
Each smile he wears upon his face
Fixes, and charms, and fires my love.

IV.

He speaks, and strait immortal joys
Run through my ears, and reach my heart;
My soul all melts at that dear voice,
And pleasure shoots through ev'ry part.

V.

If he withdraw a moment's space,
He leaves a sacred pledge behind;

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Here in this breast his image stays,
The grief and comfort of my mind.

VI.

While of his absence I complain,
And long, and weep as lovers do,
There's a strange pleasure in the pain,
And tears have their own sweetness too.

VII.

When round his courts by day I rove,
Or ask the watchmen of the night
For some kind tidings of my love,
His very Name creates delight.

VIII.

JESUS, my God; yet rather come;
Mine eyes would dwell upon thy face;
'Tis best to see my LORD at home,
And feel the presence of his grace.

HYMN LXXXIV. L. M.
The presence of Christ desired.

JESUS,

I.

ESUS, I love. Come dearest Name, Come and possess this heart of mine; I love, though 'tis a fainter flame, And infinitely less than thine.

II.

O! if my LORD would leave the skies,
Drest in the rays of mildest grace,

My soul should hasten to my eyes
To meet the pleasures of his face.

III.

How would I feast on all his charms,
Then round his lovely feet entwine!
Worship and love, in all their forms,
Should honour beauty so divine.

IV.

In vain the tempter's flatt'ring tongue,
The world in vain should bid me move;
In vain; for I should gaze so long
Till I were all transform'd to love.

V.

Then, mighty God! I'd sing and say, "What empty names are crowns and kings!

"Amongst 'em give these worlds away, "These little despicable things."

VI.

I would not ask to climb the sky,
Nor envy angels their abode,
I have a heav'n as bright and high
In the blest vision of my GOD.

HYMN LXXXV. C. M.

The presence of Christ worth Dying for, or the Death of Moses.

I.

LORD, 'tis an infinite delight

To see thy lovely face,

To dwell whole ages in thy sight,
And feel thy vital rays.

II.

This Gabriel knows; and sings thy Name
With rapture on his tongue;
Moses the saint enjoys the same,
And Heaven repeats the song.

III.

While the bright nation sounds thy praise
From each eternal hill,
Sweet odours of exhaling grace
The happy region fill.

IV.

Thy love, a sea without a shore,
Spreads life and joy abroad :
O! 'Tis a heaven worth dying for,
To see a smiling GOD!

V.

Shew me thy face, and I'll away
From all inferior things;

Speak, LORD, and here I quit my clay,
And stretch my airy wings.

VI.

Sweet was the journey to the sky,

The wondrous prophet try'd;

Climb up the mount, says GOD, and die ;The prophet climb'd and dy'd.

VII.

Softly his fainting head he lay

Upon his Maker's breast,

His Maker kiss'd his soul away,
And laid his flesh to rest.

VIII.

In God's own arms he left the breath
That God's own spirit gave;
His was the noblest road to death,
And his, the sweetest grave.

HYMN LXXXVI. L. M.
Come, Lord Jesus.

I.

WHEN shall thy lovely face be seen? shall our eyes behold our

GOD?

What lengths of distance lie between,
And hills of guilt? A heavy load !

Our months are ages of delay,
And slowly every minute wears;
Fly, winged time, and roll away
These tedious rounds of sluggish years.

III

Ye heavenly gates, loose all your chains,
Let the eternal pillars bow;

Blest SAVIOUR, cleave the starry plains,
And make the crystal mountains flow.

IV.

Hark, how thy saints unite their cries,
And pray and wait the general doom ;