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XXV. JEHOVAH JESUS.

My song shall bless the Lord of all,
My praise shall climb to his abode;Thee, Saviour, by that name I call,
The great supreme, the mighty God.

Without beginning or decline,
Object of faith, and not of sense;

Eternal ages saw him shine,
He shines eternal ages hence.

As much, when in the manger laid,

Almighty ruler of the sky,
As when the six days' work he made

Fill'd all the morning stars with joy.

Of all the crowns Jehovah bears,
Salvation is his dearest claim;That gracious sound well pleased he hears,
And owns Emmanuel for his name.

A cheerful confidence I feel,

My well-placed hopes with joy I see; My bosom glows with heavenly zeal,

To worship him who died for me.

As man, he pities my complaint,
His power and truth are all divine;He will not fail, he cannot faint,
Salvation's sure, and must be mine.

XXVI. ON OPENING A PLACE FOR SOCIAL PRAYER.

Jesus! where'er thy people meet,
There they behold thy mercy-seat;
Where'er they seek thee, thou art found,
And every place is hallow'd ground.

For thou, within no walls confined,
Inhabitest the humble mind;
Such ever bring thee where they come,
And going, take thee to their home.

Dear Shepherd of thy chosen few!
Thy former mercies here renew;
Here to our waiting hearts proclaim
The sweetness of thy saving name.

Here may we prove the power of prayer,
To strengthen faith, and sweeten care;
To teach our faint desires to rise,
And bring all heaven before our eyes.

Behold, at thy commanding word
We stretch the curtain and the cord; *
Come thou, and fill this wider space,
And bless us with a large increase.

Lord, we are few, but thou art near;
Nor short thine arm, nor deaf thine ear;
Oh rend the heavens, come quickly down,
And make a thousand hearts thine own.
1 Isaiah liv. 2.

XXVII. WELCOME TO THE TABLE.

This is the feast of heavenly wine,

And God invites to sup; The juices of the living vine Were press'd to fill the cup.

Oh! bless the Saviour, ye that eat,

With royal dainties fed;
Not heaven affords a costlier treat,

For Jesus is the bread. The vile, the lost, he calls to them,
Ye trembling souls, appear!The righteous in their own esteem
Have no acceptance here. Approach, ye poor, nor dare refuse
The banquet spread for you;Dear Saviour, this is welcome news,
Then I may venture too. If guilt and sin afford a plea, And may obtain a place,
Surely the Lord will welcome me, And I shall see his face.

XXVIII. JESUS HASTING TO SUFFER.

The Saviour, what a noble flame
Was kindled in his breast, When hasting to Jerusalem,
He march'd before the rest!

Good will to men, and zeal for God, His every thought engross;
He longs to be baptized with blood,1

He pants to reach the cross!

With all his sufferings full in view, And woes to us unknown,
Forth to the task his spirit flew;'Twas love that urged him on.

Lord, we return thee what we can:

Our hearts shall sound abroad,
Salvation to the dying Man, And to the rising God!

And while thy bleeding glories here Engage our wondering eyes,
We learn our lighter cross to bear, And hasten to the skies.

XXIX. EXHORTATION TO PRATER.

What various hindrances we meet
In coming to a mercy seat!
Yet who that knows the worth of prayer,
But wishes to be often there?

Prayer makes the darken'd cloud withdraw,
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw,
Gives exercise to faith and love,
Brings every blessing from above.
1 Luke xii. 50.

Restraining prayer, we cease to fight;
Prayer makes the Christian's armour bright;
And Satan trembles when he sees
The weakest saint upon his knees.

While Moses stood with arms spread wide,
Success was found on Israel's side;
But when through weariness they fail'd,
That moment Amalek prevail'd.1

Have you no words? Ha! think again,
Words flow apace when you complain,
And fill your fellow-creature's ear
With the sad tale of all your care.

Were half the breath thus vainly spent
To Heaven in supplication sent,
Your cheerful song would oftener be,
"Hear what the Lord has done for me."

XXX. THE LIGHT AND GLORY OF THE WORD.

The Spirit breathes upon the Word, And brings the truth to sight;
Precepts and promises afford A sanctifying light.

A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic like the sun;
It gives a light to every age, It gives, but borrows none.
1 Exodus xvii. 11.

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