Or saints to love the Lord.

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Blessed are the Merciful.

1. BLEST is the man whose liberal heart
Feels for the suffering poor;
Who freely gives, for their relief,
His counsel and his store.

2. To him the Lord in troublous times
Will sure deliverance send;
His life prolong on earth, and bless,
And from his foes defend.

3. When, on the bed of languishing,
His mortal hour is come,

The Lord will soothe his dying pains,
And take the sufferer home.

4. The Lord of heaven loves liberal souls,—
Their hearts are like his own:
Heaven is the home of those who breathe
The mercy of his throne.

1. My soul, how lovely is the place,
To which thy God resorts!
'Tis heaven to see his smiling face,
Though in his earthly courts.

2. There the great Monarch of the skies
His saving power displays;
And light breaks in upon our eyes,
With kind and quickening rays.

3. With his rich gifts, the heavenly Dove
Descends and fills the place;
While Christ reveals his wondrous love,
And sheds abroad his grace.

1. SPIRIT of truth! on this thy day, To thee for help we cry,

To guide us through the dreary way
Of dark mortality.

2. We ask not, Lord, the cloven flame,
Or tongues of various tone;
But long thy praises to proclaim
With fervor in our own.

3. No heavenly harpings soothe our ear,
No mystic dreams we share;
Yet hope to feel thy comfort near,
And bless thee in our prayer.

4. When tongues shall cease, and power decay, And knowledge empty prove,

Do thou thy trembling servants stay,
With faith, and hope, and love.

1. I'm not ashamed to own my Lord,
Or to defend his cause;

Maintain the honor of his word,
The glory of his cross.

2. Jesus, my God!-I know his name— His name is all my trust;

Nor will he put my soul to shame,
Nor let my hope be lost.

3. Firm as his throne, his promise stands, And he can well secure

What I've committed to his hands,
Till the decisive hour.

4. Then will he own my worthless name,

Before his Father's face,
And in the new Jerusalem,
Appoint my soul a place.

1. O THOU, whose own vast temple stands,
Built over earth and sea,
Accept the walls that human hands
Have raised to worship thee.

2. Lord, from thine inmost glory send,
Within these courts to bide,

The peace that dwelleth, without end,
Serenely by thy side.

3. May erring minds that worship here
Be taught the better way,

And they who mourn, and they who fear,
Be strengthened as they pray.

4. May faith grow firm, and love grow warm, And pure devotion rise,

While round these hallowed walls the storm Of earth-born passion dies.

1. O! THOU whose ever wakeful eye
Unceasing watch does keep,
Who to thy best beloved ones
Dost give refreshing sleep:-

2. With thy kind guardian wing o'ershade Thy servant's slumbering head,

And through the visions of the night
Thy holy influence shed.

3. Let wearied nature, in thine arms
Enjoy a sweet repose,

Till to his gladdened eyes, the morn
Its pleasant light disclose.

A highway for our God;

He walks amid the desert land;
"Tis Eden where he trod.

3. The forests in his strength rejoice;
Hark! on the evening breeze,
As once of old, Jehovah's voice
Is heard among the trees.

4. In every stream his bounty flows,
Diffusing joy and wealth;

In every breeze his Spirit blows,-
The breath of life and health.

5. His blessings fall in plenteous showers
Upon the lap of earth,

That teems with foliage, fruits, and flowers,
And rings with infant mirth.

6. If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound;
How beautiful, beyond compare,
Will Paradise be found!

But prone to all that's ill;

What dreadful darkness veils our mind!
How obstinate our will!

3. Yet, mighty God, thy wondrous love
Can make our nature clean,
While Christ and grace prevail above
The tempter, death, and sin.

4. The second Adam shall restore
The ruins of the first;
Hosanna to that sovereign power
That new creates our dust!

2. His conscience knows no secret stings,

While peace and joy combine,
To form a life whose holy springs
Are hidden and divine.

3. He waits in secret on his God;
His God in secret sees:
Let earth be all in arms abroad;
He dwells in heavenly peace.

4. His pleasures rise from things unseen,
Beyond this world of time,
Where neither eyes nor ears have been,
Nor thoughts of mortals climb.

5. He wants no pomp nor royal throne
To give him honor here;
Content and pleased to live unknown,
Till Christ his life appear.

1. YE golden lamps of heaven, farewell,
With all your feeble light:
Farewell, thou ever-changing moon,
Pale empress of the night.

2. And thou, refulgent orb of day,

In brighter flames arrayed,

My soul, that springs beyond thy sphere,
No more demands thine aid.

3. Ye stars are but the shining dust

Of my divine abode,

The pavement of those heavenly courts,
Where I shall reign with God.

4. The Father of eternal light,

Shall there his beams display;
Nor shall one moment's darkness mix
With that unvaried day.

5. No more the drops of piercing grief
Shall swell into my eyes;
Nor the meridian sun decline
Amid those brighter skies.

6. There all the millions of his saints
Shall in one song unite,

And each the bliss of all shall view,
With infinite delight.

1. Now that the sun is gleaming bright, Implore we, bending low, That He, the uncreated light,

May guide us as we go.

2. No sinful word, nor deed of wrong, Nor thoughts that idly rove; But simple truth be on our tongue, And in our hearts be love.

3. And while the hours in order flow, O Christ, securely fence

Our gates beleagured by the foe,
The gate of every sense.

4. And grant that to thine honor, Lord, Our daily toil may tend;

That we begin it at thy word,
And in thy favor end.

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How a poor sufferer cried,

Nor was his hope exposed to shame, Nor was his suit denied.

3. When threatening sorrows round me stood, And endless fears arose,

Like the loud billows of a flood,
Redoubling all my woes:-

4. I told the Lord my sore distress
With heavy groans and tears;
He gave my sharpest torments ease,
And silenced all my fears.

5. O sinners, come and taste his love, Come, learn his pleasant ways, And let your own experience prove The sweetness of his grace.

6. He bids his angels pitch their tents
Where'er his children dwell:

What ills their heavenly care prevents
No earthly tongue can tell.

7. O love the Lord, ye saints of his;
His eye regards the just:
How richly blessed their portion is,
Who make the Lord their trust!