Part 12 (1/2)

1 [Hark, the Redeemer from on high Sweetly invites his favourites nigh; From caves of darkness and of doubt, He gently speaks, and calls us out:

2 ”My dove, who hidest in the rock, ”Thine heart almost with sorrow broke, ”Lift up thy face, forget thy fear, ”And let thy voice delight mine ear.

3 ”Thy voice to me sounds ever sweet; ”My graces in thy countenance meet; ”Tho' the vain world thy face despise, ”'Tis bright and comely in mine eyes.”

4 Dear Lord, our thankful heart receives The hope thine invitation gives: 'To thee our joyful lips shall raise The voice of prayer, and of praise.]

5 [I am my Love's, and he is mine; Our hearts, our hopes, our pa.s.sions join: Nor let a motion, nor a word, Nor thought arise to grieve my Lord.

6 My soul to pastures fair he leads, Amongst the lilies where he feeds; Amongst the saints (whose robes are white, Wash'd in his blood) is his delight.

7 Till the day break, and shadows flee, Till the sweet dawning light I see, Thine eyes to me-ward often turn, Nor let my soul in darkness mourn.

8 Be like a hart on mountains green, Leap o'er the hills of fear and sin; Nor guilt, nor unbelief divide My Love, my Saviour from my side.]

Hymn 1:71.

Christ found in the street, and brought to the church, Cant.3. 1-5.

1 Often I seek my Lord by night, Jesus, my love, my soul's delight; With warm desire and restless thought I seek him oft, but find him not.

2 Then I arise, and search the street Till I my Lord, my Saviour meet; I ask the watchmen of the night, ”Where did you see my soul's delight?”

3 Sometimes I find him in the way, Directed by a heavenly ray; I leap for joy to see his face, And hold him fast in mine embrace.

4 [I bring him to my mother's home, Nor does my Lord refuse to come, To Sion's sacred chambers, where My soul first drew the vital air.

5 He gives me there his bleeding heart, Pierc'd for my sake with deadly smart; I give my soul to him, and there Our loves their mutual tokens share.]

6 I charge you all, ye earthly toys, Approach not to disturb my joys; Nor sin, nor h.e.l.l come near my heart, Nor cause my Saviour to depart.

Hymn 1:72.

The coronation of Christ, and espousals of the church, Cant. 3. 2.

1 Daughters of Sion, come, behold The crown of honour and of gold, Which the glad church with joys unknown Plac'd on the head of Solomon.

2 Jesus, thou everlasting King, Accept the tribute which we bring, Accept the well-deserv'd renown, And wear our praises as thy crown.

3 Let every act of wors.h.i.+p be Like our espousals, Lord, to thee; Like the dear hour, when from above We first receiv'd thy pledge of love.

4 The gladness of that happy day, Our hearts would wish it long to stay, Nor let our faith forsake its hold, Nor comfort sink, nor love grow cold.

5 Each following minute as it flies, Increase thy praise, improve our joys, Till we are rais'd to sing thy Name At the great supper of the Lamb.

6 O that the months would roll away, And bring that coronation-day!

The King of Grace shall fill the throne With all his Father's glories on.

Hymn 1:73.