Part 19 (1/2)

Jesus--thou my only pleasure, Naught like thee this world contains; In thy name is greater treasure, Than in India's golden plains; And this treasure, Jesus' love for me obtains.

Jesus, lovely is the aspect Of thy gracious face divine; Eye hath seen no fairer object, On this beauteous world of thine, Rose of Sharon, Heaven's glories in thee s.h.i.+ne.

Jesus, s.h.i.+eld from sin's dark errors, Name which every foe o'ercomes; Death, the dreaded king of terrors, Death itself to thee succ.u.mbs.

Thou hast conquered, Joyful praise my soul becomes.

Fix, O Lord, a tent in Goshen, Thither come and there abide, Bow thyself from light celestial, And with sinful man reside.

Dwell in Zion, there continue, Where the holy tribes ascend; Do not e'er desert thy people, Till the world in flames shall end.

I am through the lone night waiting, For the dawning of the day; When my prison door is opened, When my fetters fall away; O come quickly, Happy day of jubilee.

Let me still be meekly wakeful, Trusting that to all my woes, By thy mighty hand, Redeemer, Shall be given a speedy close; Keep me watching, For the joyful jubilee.

O'er the gloomy hills of darkness, Look, my soul, be still and gaze; All the promises do travail, With a glorious day of grace; Blessed jubilee, May thy morning dawn apace.

Let the Indian, let the Negro, Let the rude Barbarian see That divine and G.o.dlike conquest, Once obtained on Calvary; Let the gospel, Loud resound from pole to pole.

Kingdoms wide, that sit in darkness, Grant them, Lord, the saving light; And from eastern coast to western, May the morning chase the night; Pouring radiance, As if one day sevenfold bright.

Blessed Saviour, spread thy gospel, Ride and conquer, never cease; May thy wide, thy vast dominions, Multiply and still increase; Sway thy sceptre, Saviour, all the world around.

O'er the earth, in every nation, Reign, Jehovah, in each place; Take all kingdoms in possession, Heathen darkness thence displace; Fill each people, Sun of Righteousness, with grace.

Oh! ye heralds of salvation, Jesus' mercy far proclaim; Bear, ye seas, the sacred mission, Till the pagan bless his name; Let the gospel Fly on wings of heavenly flame.

Let all those in deserts dwelling, All on hills--in dales around, Those who live 'midst oceans swelling, Jesus' glorious praises sound; Till the echo Of his name the world surround.

Ride in triumph, holy Saviour, Go and conquer o'er the land; Earth and h.e.l.l, with all their forces, Now before thee cannot stand; At the radiance of thy glory, Every foe must flee away; All creation thrills with terror Under thine eternal sway.

Aid me, Lord, always to tarry In my Father's courts below; Live in light divine and glorious, Without darkness, without woe; Live without the sun's departure, Live without a cloud or pain; Live on Jesus' love unconquer'd, Who on Calvary was slain.

Let me view the great atonement, And the kingdom that is mine, Which thy blood hath purchased for me, Sealed also as divine; Let me daily strive to find it, Let this be my chief employ; On my way I ask no favour But thy presence to enjoy.

Great Redeemer, Friend of sinners, Thou hast glorious power to save, Grant me light and still conduct me Over each tempestuous wave; May my soul with sacred transport View the dawn while yet afar, And until the sun arises, Lead me by the morning star.