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My God, my portion, and my love

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #CXLVII (1791) Topics: Rejoicing Lyrics: 1 My God, my portion, and my love, My everlasting All, I've none but thee in heav'n above, Or on this earthly ball. 2 What empty things are all the skies, And this inferior clod? There's nothing here deserves my joys, There's nothing like my God. 3 In vain the bright, the burning sun, Scatters his feeble light: 'Tis thy sweet beams create my noon; If thou withdraw, 'tis night. 4 And whilst upon my restless bed, Amongst the shades, I roll, If my Redeemer shews his head, 'Tis morning with my soul. 5 To thee we owe our wealth and friends, And health, and safe abode: Thanks to thy name for meaner things, But they are not my God. 6 How vain a toy is glitt'ring wealth, If once compar'd to thee? Or what's my safety or my health, Or all my friends to me? 7 Were I possessor of the earth, And call'd the stars my own; Without thy graces, and thyself, I were a wretch undone. 8 Let others stretch their arms like seas, And grasp in all the shore, Grant me the Visits of thy face, And I desire no more. Languages: English

My God, the spring of all my joys

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #CXXXVIII (1791) Topics: Rejoicing Lyrics: 1 My God, the spring of all my joys, The life of my delights, The glory of my brightest days, And comfort of my nights. 2 In darkest shades if thou appear, My dawning is begun; Thou art my soul's bright morning star, And he my rising sun. 3 The op'ning heav'ns around me shine With beams of sacred bliss, If Jesus shews his mercy mine, And whispers I am his. 4 My soul would leave this heavy clay At that transporting word, Run up with joy the shining way, To see and praise my Lord. 5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death, I'd break through every foe, The wings of love, and arms of faith Would bear me conqu'ror through. Languages: English

O tell me no more

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #CXXXIV (1791) Topics: Rejoicing Lyrics: 1 O tell me no more Of this world's vain store, The time for such trifles with me now is o'er; A country I've found Where true joys abound, To dwell I'm determin'd in that happy ground. 2 The souls that believe, In Paradise live, And me in that number will Jesus receive; My soul don't delay, He calls the away, Rise, follow thy Saviour, and bless the glad day. 3 No mortal doth know What he can bestow, What light, strength and comfort – go after him go: Lo onward I move, To a country above, None guesses how wond'rous my journey will prove. 4 Great spoils I shall win, From death, hell and sin, 'Midst outward afflictions shall feel Christ within: And when I'm to die Receive me I'll cry, For Jesus hath lov'd me, I cannot tell why. 5 But this I do find, We two are so join'd, He'll not live in glory and leave me behind: So this is the race I'm running thro' grace, Henceforth, till admitted to see my Lord's face. 6 And now I'm in care, My neighbours may share These blessings; to seek them will none of you dare? In bondage, O why, And death will you lie, When one here assures you true grace is so nigh? Languages: English

Oft I in my heart have said

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #HXIV (1791) Topics: For Believers Rejoicing Lyrics: 1 Oft I in my heart have said, Who shall ascend on high, Mount to Christ my glorious head, And bring him from the sky? Borne on contemplation's wing, Surely I should find him there, Where the angels praise their King, And gain the morning-star. 2 Oft I in my heart have said, Who to the deep shall stoop, Sink with Christ among the dead From thence to bring him up? Could I but my heart prepare By unfeign'd humility, Christ would quickly enter there, And ever dwell with me. 3 But the righteousness of faith Hath taught me better things: "Inward turn thine eyes," (it saith, While Christ to me it brings) "Christ is ready to impart "Life to all, for life who sigh; "In thy mouth and in thy heart "The word is ever nigh. Languages: English

Plunge'd in a gulph of dark despair

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #CXXXVII (1791) Topics: Rejoicing Lyrics: 1 Plung'd in a gulph of dark despair, We wretched sinners lay, Without one cheering beam of hope, Or spark of glimm'ring day. 2 With pitying eyes the Prince of Grace, Beheld our helpless grief, He saw, and (O, amazing love!) He ran to our relief. 3 Down from the shining seats above With joyful haste he fled; Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh, And dwelt among the dead. 4 O! for this love, let rocks and hills Their lasting silence break, And all harmonious human tongues, The Saviour's praises speak. 5 Angels assist our mighty joys, Strike all your harps of gold; But when you raise your highest notes, His love can ne'er be told. Languages: English

The voice of my beloved sounds

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #CXLII (1791) Topics: Rejoicing Lyrics: 1 The voice of my beloved sounds, While o'er the mountain-top he bounds: He flies exulting o'er the hills, And all my soul with transport fills; Gently doth he chide my stay, "Rise my love and come away," 2 The scatter'd clouds are fled at last, The rain is gone; the winter's past, The lovely vernal flow'rs appear, The warbling choir enchant our ear; Now, with sweetly pensive moan, Cooes the turtle dove alone. Languages: English

Thou God of our salvation

Hymnal: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Publick Worship #LVIII (1789) Topics: The Gospel Dispensation Rejoicing in the Hope of Glory Lyrics: 1 Thou God of our salvation, We joyfully adore thee, Trusting thy care, To keep us here And bring us safe to glory. 2 We lift our hearts and voices With blest anticipation And shout aloud, And give to God The praise of our salvation. 3 We lift our voice exulting In thine almighty favour, The love divine Which made us thine Shall keep us thine forever. 4 By faith we see the glory To which thou wilt restore us, We lift our eyes To that high prize Which thou hast set before us. 5 Thou God of our salvation We joyfully adore thee; We trust thy care To keep us here And bring us safe to glory. Languages: English

Thy ceaseless, unexhausted love

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #CXXXII (1791) Topics: Rejoicing Lyrics: 1 Thy ceaseless, unexhausted love, Unmerited and free, Delights our evil to remove, And help our misery. 2 Thou waitest to be gracious still; Thou dost with sinners bear, That, sav'd, we may thy goodness feel, And all thy grace declare. 3 Thy goodness and thy truth to me, To ev'ry soul, abound; A vast, unfathomable sea, Where all our thoughts are drown'd. 4 Its streams the whole creation reach, So plent'ous is the store; Enough for all, enough for each, Enough for evermore! 5 Faithful, O Lord, thy mercies are! A rock that cannot move; A thousand promises declare Thy constancy of love! 6 Throughout the universe it reigns, Unalterably sure; And while the truth of God remains, This goodness must endure. Languages: English

Vain, delusive world, adieu

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #CXLIII (1791) Topics: Rejoicing Lyrics: 1 Vain, delusive world, adieu, With all of creature-good, Only Jesus I pursue, Who bought me with his blood! All thy pleasures I forego, I trample on thy wealth and pride; Only Jesus will I know, And Jesus crucify'd! 2 Other knowledge I disdain, 'Tis all but vanity; Christ, the Lamb of God was slain, He tasted death for me! Me to save from endless woe, The sin-atoning victim dy'd! Only Jesus will I know, And Jesus crucify'd! 3 Here will I set up my rest, My fluctuating heart From the haven of his breast Shall never more depart: Whither should a sinner go? His wounds for me stand open wide; Only Jesus will I know, And Jesus crucify'd! 4 Him to know is life and peace, And pleasure without end, This is all my happiness On Jesus to depend; Daily in his grace to grow, And ever in his faith abide; Only Jesus will I know, And Jesus crucify'd! 5 O that I could all invite, This saving truth to prove: Shew the length, and breadth, and height, And depth of Jesu's love! Fain I would to sinners show The blood by faith alone apply'd: Only Jesus will I know, And Jesus crucify'd! Languages: English

With joy we meditate the grace

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #CXLIV (1791) Topics: Rejoicing Lyrics: 1 With joy we meditate the grace Of our High Priest above; His heart is made of tenderness, His bowels melt with love. 2 Touch'd with a sympathy within, He knows our feeble frame; He knows what sore temptations mean, For he hath felt the same. 3 He in the days of feeble flesh, Pour'd out strong cries and tears; And in his measure feels afresh What ev'ry member bears. 4 He'll never quench the smoaking flax, But raise it to a flame; The bruised reed he never breaks, Nor scorns the meanest name. 5 Then let our humble faith address His Mercy and his pow'r; We shall obtain deliv'ring grace In the distressing hour. Languages: English