Jesus shall reign where'er the sun
Doth his successive journeys run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
For him shall endless prayer be made,
And praises throng to crown his head; His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise With every morning sacrifice.
Blessings abound where'er he reigns:
The prisoner leaps to loose his chains,
The weary find eternal rest,
And all the sons of Want are blest.
Let every creature rise, and bring
Peculiar honors to our King;
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud Amen.
Sweet is the work, my God, my King,
To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing;
To show thy love by morning light,
And talk of all thy truth at night.
My heart shall triumph in my Lord,
And bless his works, and bless his word:
Thy works of grace- how bright they shine!
How deep thy counsels! how divine!
But I shall share a glorious part
When grace
hath well refined my heart,
And fresh supplies of joy are shed,
Like holy oil, to cheer my head.
Then shall I see and hear and know
All I desired or wished below,
And every power find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy.
My soul, repeat His praise
Whose mercies are so great;
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.
God will not always chide;
And, when his wrath is felt,
Its strokes are fewer than our crimes,
And lighter than our guilt.
His power subdues our sins;
And his forgiving love,
Far as the east is from the west,
Doth all our guilt remove.
High as the heavens are raised
Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of his grace
Our highest thoughts exceed.
Where joy, like morning dew, distils, And all the air is love.
Great God, we sing thy mighty hand,
By which supported still we stand:
The opening year thy mercy shows;
Let mercy crown it till it close.
By day, by night, at home, abroad,
Still we are guarded by our God,
By his incessant bounty fed,
By his unerring counsel led.
With grateful hearts the past we own:
The future, all to us unknown,
We to thy guardian care commit,
And peaceful leave before thy feet.
When Death shall interrupt these songs,
And seal in silence mortal tongues,
Our helper, God, in whom we trust,
In better worlds our souls shall boast.
Up to the hills I lift mine eyes,-
The eternal hills beyond the skies:
Thence all her help my soul derives,
There my almighty Refuge lives.
He lives! - the everlasting God
That built the world, that spread the flood:
The heavens with all their hosts he made,
And the dark regions of the dead.
He guides our feet, he guards our way;
His morning smiles bless all the day;
He spreads the evening veil, and keeps
The silent hours while Israel sleeps.
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye heavenly host, -
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
57. Oh for a faith that will not shrink,
Though pressed by every foe;
That will not tremble on the brink
Of any earthly woe;
A faith that shines more bright and clear
When tempests rage without;
That when in danger knows no fear,
In darkness feels no doubt;
That bears, unmoved, the world's dread frown,
Nor heeds its scornful smile;
That seas of trouble cannot drown,
Nor Satan's arts beguile;
A faith that keeps the narrow way
Till life's last hour is fled,
And with a pure and heavenly ray
Lights up a dying-bed!
When God revealed his gracious name,
And changed my mournful state,
My rapture seemed a pleasing dream,
The grace appeared so great.
The world beheld the glorious change,
And did Thy hand confess;
My tongue broke out in unknown strains,
And sung surprising grace.
The Lord can clear the darkest skies;
Can give us day for night;
Make drops of sacred sorrow rise
To rivers of delight.
Let those who sow in sadness wait
Till the fair harvest come :
They shall confess their sheaves are great, And shout the blessings home.
What shall I render to my God
For all his kindness shown?
My feet shall visit thine abode,
My songs address thy throne.
How much is mercy thy delight,
Thou ever-blessed God!
How dear thy servants in thy sight!
How precious is their blood!
How happy all thy servants are !
How great thy grace to me!
My life, which thou hast made thy care, Lord, I devote to thee.
Now I am thine, forever thine;
Nor shall my purpose move:
Thy hand hath loosed my bonds of pain, And bound me with thy love.
Happy the souls to Jesus joined,
And saved by grace alone:
Walking in all Thy ways, they find
Their heaven on earth begun.
The Church triumphant in thy love,
Their mighty joys we know:
They sing the Lamb in hymns above,
And we in hymns below.
Thee in thy glorious realm they praise,
And bow before thy throne;
We in the kingdom of thy grace:
The kingdoms are but one.
The holy to the Holiest leads;
From hence our spirits rise:
And he that in thy statutes treads
Shall meet thee in the skies.
How sweet, how heavenly, is the sight,
When those that love the Lord
In one another's peace delight,
And so fulfil his word;
When each can feel his brother's sigh,
And with him bear a part;
When sorrow flows from eye to eye,
And joy from heart to heart;
When, free from envy, scorn, and pride,
Our wishes all above,
Each can his brother's failings hide,
And show a brother's love!
Love is the golden chain that binds
The happy souls above;
And he's an heir of heaven who finds
His bosom glow with love.
64. Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve,
And press with vigor on:
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.
'Tis God's all-animating voice
That calls thee from on high;
'Tis his own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye, —
That prize with peerless glories bright,
Which shall new lustre boast
When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems
Shall blend in common dust.
Blest Saviour, introduced by thee,
Have I my race begun;
And, crowned with victory, at thy feet I'll lay my honors down.
When the worn spirit wants repose, And sighs her God to seek,
Thy Word the choicest rule imparts,
To keep the conscience clean.
'Tis like the sun, a heavenly light,
That guides us all the day;
And, through the dangers of the night,
A lamp to lead our way.
Thy precepts make me truly wise:
I hate the sinner's road;
I hate my own vain thoughts that rise;
But love thy law, my God.
Thy word is everlasting truth:
How pure is every page
That holy book shall guide our youth,
And well support our age.
How sweet to hail the evening's close
That ends the weary week!
How sweet to hail the early dawn
That opens on the sight
When first that soul-reviving morn
Beams its new rays of light!
Sweet day! thine hours too soon will cease;
Yet, while they gently roll,
B eathe, heavenly Spirit, Source of peace,
A sabbath o'er my soul.
When will my pilgrimage be done,
The world's long week be o'er,
That sabbath dawn which needs no sun,
That day which fades no more?
Oh for a heart to praise my God;
A heart from sin set free;
A heart that's sprinkled with the blood
So freely shed for me;
An humble, lowly, contrite heart,
Believing, true, and clean,
Which neither life nor death can part
From Him that dwells within;
A heart in every thought renewed,
And filled with love divine;
Perfect and right and pure and good;
A copy, Lord, of thine!
Thy nature, dearest Lord, impart;
Come quickly from above;
Write thy new name upon my heart,-
Thy new, best name of Love.
Whilst thee I seek, protecting Power,
Be my vain wishes stilled;
And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be filled!
Thy love the power of thought bestowed;
To thee my thoughts would soar:
Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed;
That mercy I adore.
In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see!
Each blessing to my soul more dear
Because conferred by thee.
In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.
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