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HYMN 413. C. M. [#]
God the Soul's highest Delight.
The Life of my delights,
And Comfort of my nights ! 2 In darkest shades if he
And he my rising Sun. 3 The opening heavens around me shine
With beams of sacred bliss,
And whispers, I am his. 4 My soul would leave this heavy clay
At that transporting word,
To meet my dearest Lord.
I'd break through every foe;
Should bear me conqueror through.
HYMN 414. H. M. [#]
Beauty and Exultation of Zion.
And raise thy hands on high;
And shout salvation nigh :
Cheerful in God, arise and shine,
With beams that cannot fade;
He sheds upon thy head :
Reflect that sacred light,
Which makes thy darkness bright; His praise pursue, till sovereign love The glory raise in worlds above,
HYMN 415. L. M. [#]
Joyful View of God's Works. 1 Now, to the God, to whom all might
And glory in all worlds belong, Who fills, unseen, his throne of light,
Come, let us sing a joyful song. 2 His spirit wrapped the mantling air,
Of old, around our infant earth, And, on her bosom, warm and fair,
Gave her young Lord his joyous birth. 3 He smiles on morning's rosy way;
He paints the gorgeous clouds of eren ; To noon he gives its ripening ray ;
To night the view of glorious heaven. 4 He drives along those sparkling globes
In circles of unerring truth;
He decks them all in radiant robes,
And crowns them with eternal youth. 5 So will he crown the upright mind,
When life and all its toils are o'er : Then let his praise, on every wind,
Rise, till the winds shall wake no more.
HYMN 416. C. M. [#]
Joy and Praise.
His lasting honours raise ;
Demand unceasing praise.
Makes earth with mercy shine,
Immortal and divine.
Till death shall still my tongue;
Revive the rapturous song.
HYMN 417. C. M. [#]
Delight in the Presence of God. 1 The presence, Lord, gives pure delight,
Our sorrows takes away, Dispels the darkness of our night,
And spreads effulgent day. 2 Like water to the thirsty soul
Are flowings of thy love,
Thy spirit sways with soft control,
And bears our thoughts above.
In search of folly rove?
From these soft bands of love? 4 Extend around thy loving arms,
Infold us in thy breast,
Our joyful souls may rest.
HYMN 418. 61. L. M. [#]
Angelic Strains responded. 1 ARRAYED in clouds of golden light,
More bright than heaven's resplendent bow, Jehovah's angel came by night,
To bless the sleeping world below: How soft the music of his tongue !
How sweet the hallowed strains he sung! 2 Good will henceforth to man be given ;
The light of glory beams on earth;
And saints below rejoice with mirth:
HYMN 419. C. M. [ #or 6 ]
Be my vain wishes stilled;
With better hopes be filed. 2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed;
To thee my thoughts would soar :
That mercy I adore.
Thy ruling hand I see !
Because conferred by thee.
In every pain I bear,
Or seek relief in prayer.
Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
My soul shall meet thy will. 6 My lifted eye, without a tear,
The gathering storm shall see;
That heart will rest on thee.