Part 13 (1/2)

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.