HYMN 151. L. M. [#]
Beauties of the Saviour.
1 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 blest Redeemer 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 He has engrossed my warmest love;
No earthly charms my soul can move :
I have a mansion in his heart,
Nor life nor death can make us part.
4 O, may my spirit daily rise
On wings of faith above the skies;
Till death shall make my last remove,
To dwell forever with my Love.
HYMN 152. L. M. [#]
Christ and his Church.
1 THE King of saints, how fair his face,
Adorned with majesty and grace!
He comes with blessings from above,
And wins the nations to his love.
2 At his right hand our eyes
behold
The queen arrayed in purest gold;
The world admires her heavenly dress,
Her robe of joy and righteousness.
O happy hour, when thou shalt rise
To his fair palace in the skies,
And all thy sons (a numerous train)
Each like a prince in glory reign!
4 Let endless honours crown his head;
Let every age his praises spread;
While we, with cheerful songs, approve
The condescensions of his love.
HYMN 153. L. M. [#]
Christ the Beloved.
1 THE 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,
Displays a mixture red and white;
All human beauties, all divine,
my Redeemer 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 All over glorious is my Lord;
He must be loved, and yet adored;
His worth if all the nations knew,
Sure the whole earth would love him too.
1 Lo, what a precious Corner-Stone
The Jewish builders did refuse!
But God hath built his church thereon,
And blessed the Gentiles with the Jews.
2 Great God, the work is all divine,
The joy and wonder of our eyes!
This is the day that proves it thine,—
The day that saw our Saviour rise.
3 Sinners, rejoice, and, saints, be glad ;
Hosanna, let his name be blest;
A thousand honours on his head,
With peace, and light and glory rest! 4 In God's own name he comes to bring Salvation to our sinful race;
Let all on earth address their King,
With hearts of joy and songs of praise.
HYMN 155. S. M. [#]
Stone laid in Zion.
1 BEHOLD the Corner-Stone,
Which God in Zion lays,
To build our heavenly hopes upon,
And his eternal praise.
2 The work, O Lord, is thine,
And wondrous in our eyes;
This day declares it all divine;
This day did Jesus rise.
3 How glorious is the day
By our Redeemer made!
Let us rejoice, and sing, and pray;
Let all the world be glad.
4 Hosanna to the King,
Of David's royal blood :
Bless him, our souls; he comes to bring
Salvation from our God.
HYMN 156. H. M. [#]
Saviour and Prophet.
1 JOIN all the glorious names
Of wisdom, love, and power,
That mortals ever knew,
Or angels ever bore:
All are too mean to speak his worth,
Too mean to set the Saviour forth.
2 Lo, what endearing words,
What condescending ways,
Doth our Redeemer use
To teach his heavenly grace!
My soul, with joy and wonder see
What forms of love Christ bears for thee.
3 Great Prophet of our God,
Our souls would bless thy name :
By thee the joyful news
Of our salvation came ;
The joyful news of sin forgiven,
Of death subdued, and peace with heaven.
HYMN 157. 7's. M. [b]
Christ our Refuge.
1 JESUS, Lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the billows near me roll,
While the tempest still is nigh:
2 Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is passed,
Safely to the haven guide;
O receive my soul at last.
3 Other refuge have I none;
Hangs my helpless soul on thee:
Leave, O leave me not alone;
Still support and comfort me.
4 All my trust on thee is stayed,
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing.
HYMN 158. 61. L. M. [#]
Shepherd.
1 THE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care;
His
presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noon-day walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountains pant,
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