2. My music is a captive's chains, 3 Yet lo I hear the joyful sound, 4 And dost thou come my dearest Lord? 5 Come then my dearest, dearest Lord, 6 What have I in this barren land! Mine eyes will ne'er be bless'd until 7. My Jesus is gone up to heav'n. For 'tis his will, that where he is 8 Cana'n I view from Pisgah's top, 9 I have a God that changeth not, 10 My dearest friends they dwell above, Them will I go to see ; And all my friends in Christ below HYMN 82. S. M. ESUS I fly to thee JE For mercy, pardon, grace: Through thee alone poor sinners may Approach the Father's face. 2 Let thy atoning blood, That all my wants, O Lamb of God! 3. I want a sober mind, That tramples down, and casts behind, 4 I want a Godly fear, A quick discerning eye; 5 I want a heart to pray, 6 This blessing above all, Out of the deep on thee to call, 7 I want a true regard, A single steady aim; Not mov'd by threnings or reward, 8 I want with all my heart, To know myself and what thou art, 9 I want, I know not what, S HYMN 83. S. M EE what a wretched state Sın hath reduc'd us to; See how it's brought a dismal fate Of death on things below. 2 See nature all on wing, Taking her rapid flight, With 'mazing swiftness, which doth bring Her quick to death's dark night. 3 Where part must rest a while, 4 The soul still wafts along, Is call'd to join a different throng, 5 Up to Christ's judgment seat, Where souls at last must come ; And there their diff'rent sentence meety And hear their final doom. 6 And now, O soul! take care, To steer thy course aright, And shun sin's ways that's full of snares, 7 But run the way by Christ, 8 And shortly you shall rise, Where Christ you'll see with glad❜ned eyes, HYMN 84. C. M. The need of Christ: and divine help the greatness of God. ESUS, thy gospel I embrace, JES O come and dwell in me, Sweet is thy voice and work of grace, 2 Prepare my soul to run its race 3 Let thy good spirit guide my way, Nor suffer me to go astray, 4 Soon as my race is run may sing Of God's free grace and love, Nor cease to sing of Christ my Great God in realms above. king, 5 Hark! hear the saints and angels sing, And Christ of saints belov'd. 6 Great is my God, my all in all For nothing moves, or stands, or falls, 7 First in thine own immensity, 8 Earth, heaven and hell shews forth thy power, View God in all to be, Each day, and night, and every hour, 9 Behold what glories in thee shine, 10 In wisdom thou hast plac'd them all, Gave them their station and their call, 11 O matchless power! O glorious skill! O may I know and do thy will, Now and for evermore. |