5 Compa.s.sions in his heart are found, Hard by the signals of his wound; His sacred side no more shall bear The cruel scourge, the piercing spear.]

6 [His hands are fairer to behold Than diamonds set in rings of gold; Those heavenly hands that on the tree Were nail'd, and torn, and bled for me.

7 Tho' once he bow'd his feeble knees, Loaded with sins and agonies, Now on the throne of his command His legs like marble pillars stand.]

8 [His eyes are majesty and love, The eagle temper'd with the dove: No more shall trickling sorrows roll Thro' those dear windows of his soul.

9 His mouth, that pour'd out long complaints, Now smiles, and cheers his fainting saints; His countenance more graceful is Than Lebanon with all its trees.]

10 All over glorious is my Lord, Must be belov'd, and yet ador'd: His worth if all the nations knew, Sure the whole earth would love him too.

Hymn 1:76.

Christ dwells in heaven, but visits on earth, Cant. 6. 1 2 3 12.

1 When strangers stand and hear me tell What beauties in my Saviour dwell; Where he is gone, they fain would know, That they may seek and love him too.

2 My best beloved keeps his throne On hills of light in worlds unknown But he descends, and shews his face In the young gardens of his grace.

3 [In vineyards planted by his hand, Where fruitful trees in order stand; He feeds among the spicy beds, Where lilies shew their spotless heads.

4 He has engross'd my warmest love, No earthly charms my soul can move: I have a mansion in his heart, Nor death nor h.e.l.l shall make us part.]

5 [He takes my soul ere I'm aware, And shews me where his glories are; No chariot of Amminadib The heavenly rapture can describe.

6 O may my spirit daily rise On wings of faith above the skies, Till death shall make my last remove To dwell for ever with my love.]

Hymn 1:77.

The love of Christ to the church, in his language to her, and provisions for her, Cant. 7. 5 6 9 12 13.

1 Now in the galleries of his grace Appears the King, and thus he says, "How fair my saints are in my sight; "My love how pleasant for delight!"

2 Kind is thy language, sovereign Lord, There's heavenly grace in every word: From that dear mouth a stream divine Flows sweeter than the choicest wine.

3 Such wondrous love awakes the lip Of saints that were almost asleep, To speak the praises of thy name, And makes our cold affections flame.

4 These are the joys he lets us know In fields and villages below, Gives us a relish of his love, But keeps his n.o.blest feast above.

5 In Paradise within the gates An higher entertainment waits; Fruits new and old laid up in store, Where we shall feed, but thirst no more.

Hymn 1:78.

The strength of Christ's love, and the soul's jealousy of her own, Cant. 8. 5 6 7 13 14.

1 [Who is this fair one in distress, That travels from the wilderness?

And press'd with sorrows and with sins, On her beloved Lord she leans.

2 This is the spouse of Christ our G.o.d, Bought with the treasure of his blood; And her request and her complaint Is but the voice of every saint.]

3 "O let my name engraven stand, "Both on thy heart and on thy hand: "Seal me upon thine arm; and wear "That pledge of love for ever there.

4 "Stronger than death thy love is known, "Which floods of wrath could never drown; "And h.e.l.l and earth in vain combine "To quench a fire so much divine.

5 "But I am jealous of my heart, Lest it should once from thee depart; "Then let thy name be well impress'd As a fair signet on my breast.

6 "Till thou hast brought me to thy home, "Where fears and doubts can never come, "Thy count'nance let me often see, "And often thou shalt hear from me.

7 "Come, my beloved, haste away, "Cut short the hours of thy delay, "Fly like a youthful hart or roe "Over the hills where spices grow."

Hymn 1:79.

A morning hymn, Psalm 19. 5 8 and 73. 24 25.

1 G.o.d of the morning, at whose voice The cheerful sun makes haste to rise, And, like a giant doth rejoice To run his journey thro' the skies;

2 From the fair chambers of the east The circuit of his race begins, And without weariness or rest, Round the whole earth he flies and shines.

3 O like the sun may I fulfil Th' appointed duties of the day, With ready mind and active will March on and keep my heavenly way.

4 [But I shall rove and lose the race, If G.o.d my sun should disappear, And leave me in this world's wild maze, To follow every wandering star.

5 Lord, thy commands are clean and pure, Enlightening our beclouded eyes, Thy threatenings just, thy promise sure, Thy gospel makes the simple wise.]

6 Give me thy counsels for my guide, And then receive me to thy bliss; All my desires and hopes beside Are faint and cold compar'd to this.

Hymn 1:80.

An evening hymn, Psalm 4. 8. and 3. 5 6. and 143. 8.

1 Thus far the Lord has led me on, Thus far his power prolongs my days, And every evening shall make known Some fresh memorial of his grace.

2 Much of my time has run to waste, And I perhaps am near my home; But he forgives my follies past, He gives me strength for days to come.

3 I lay my body down to sleep, Peace is the pillow for my head, While well-appointed angels keep Their watchful stations round my bed.

4 In vain the sons of earth or h.e.l.l Tell me a thousand frightful things, My G.o.d in safety makes me dwell Beneath the shadow of his wings.

5 [Faith in his name forbids my fear: O may thy presence ne'er depart!

And in the morning make me hear The love and kindness of thy heart.

6 Thus when the night of death shall come, My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, And wait thy voice to rouse my tomb, With sweet salvation in the sound.

Hymn 1:81.

A song for morning or evening, Lam. 3. 23. Isa. 45. 7.

1 My G.o.d, how endless is thy love!

Thy gifts are every evening new; And morning mercies from above Gently distil like early dew.