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With joy we meditate the grace

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CXLIV (1788) 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

Jesus my All to heav'n is gone

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CXLV (1788) Topics: Rejoicing Lyrics: 1 Jesus my All, to heav'n is gone, He whom I fix my hopes upon; His track I see, and I'll pursue The narrow way, till him I view. 2 The way the holy prophets went, The road that leads from banishment; The King's highway of holiness, I'll go, for all his paths are peace. 3 This is the way I long have sought, And mourn'd because I found it not; My grief a burden long has been, Because I could not cease from sin. 4 The more I strove against its pow'r, I sinn'd and stumbled but the more, Till late heard my Saviour say, "Come hither, soul, I AM THE WAY." 5 Lo! glad I come; and thou, blest Lamb, Shalt take me to thee, whose I am: Nothing but sin I thee can give, Nothing but love would I receive. 6 Then will I tell to sinners round What a dear Saviour I have found: I'll point to thy redeeming blood, And say, "Behold the Way to God." Languages: English

Father, how wide thy glories shine

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CXLVI (1788) Topics: Rejoicing Lyrics: 1 Father, how wide thy glories shine, How high thy wonders rise! Known thro' the earth by thousand signs, By thousand through the skies. Those mighty orbs proclaim thy pow'r, Their motions speak thy skill; And on the wings of ev'ry hour We read thy patience still. 2 Part of thy name divinely stands On all thy creatures writ, They shew the labour of thy hands, The impress of thy feet: But when we view thy strange design To save rebellious worms, Where vengeance and compassion join In their divinest forms. 3 Here the whole Deity is known, Nor dares a creature guess Which of the glories brightest shone, The justice or the grace. Now the full glories of the Lamb Adorn the heav'nly plains, Bright seraphs learn Immanuel's name, And try their choicest strains. 4 O may I bear some humble part In that immortal song! Wonder and joy shall tune my heart, And love command my tongue. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Who sweetly all agree To save a world of sinners lost, Eternal glory be. Languages: English

My God, my portion, and my love

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CXLVII (1788) 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

Children of the heav'nly King

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CXLVIII (1788) Topics: Rejoicing Lyrics: 1 Children of the heav'nly King, As we journey let us sing: Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, Glorious in his works and ways! 2 We are trav'ling home to God, In the way the fathers trod: They are happy now, and we Soon their happiness shall see. 3 O ye banish'd seed! be glad, Christ your advocate is made; Us to save our flesh assumes, Brother to our souls becomes. 4 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand, On the borders of our land; Jesus Christ, your Father's son, Bids us undismay'd go on. 5 Lord! obediently we'll go, Gladly leaving all below; Only thou our leader be, And we still will follow thee! Languages: English

Come, ye that love the Lord

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CXXVI (1790) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Rejoicing Lyrics: 1 Come, ye that love the Lord, And let your joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, While ye surround his throne: Let those refuse to sing That never knew our God; But servants of the heav'nly King May speak their joys abroad. 2 The God that rules on high, That all the earth surveys, That rides upon the stormy sky, And calms the roaring seas: This awful God is ours, Our Father and our Love; He will send down his heav'nly pow'rs To carry us above. 3 There we shall see his face, And never, never sin; There, from the rivers of his grace, Drink endless pleasures in: Yea, and before we rise To that immortal state, The thoughts of such amazing bliss Should constant joys create. 4 The men of grace have found Glory begun below; Celestial fruit on earthly ground From faith and hope may grow: Then let our songs abound, And ev'ry tear be dry; We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high. Languages: English

Happy the man that finds the grace

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CXXVII (1790) Topics: Rejoicing Lyrics: 1 Happy the man that finds the grace, The blessing of God’s chosen race, The wisdom coming from above, The faith that sweetly works by love. 2 Happy beyond description he Who knows the Saviuor dy'd for me, The gift unspeakable obtains, And heav'nly understanding gains. 3 Wisdom divine! Who tells the price Of wisdom’s costly merchandize? Wisdom to silver we prefer, And gold is dross, compar'd to her. 4 Her hands are fill'd with length of days, True riches and immortal praise; Riches of Christ on all bestow'd, And honour, that descends from God. 5 To purest joys she all invites, Chaste, holy, spiritual delights: Her ways are ways of pleasantness, And all her flow'ry paths are peace. 6 Happy the man who wisdom gains; Thrice happy who his guest retains; He owns, and shall for ever own, Wisdom, and Christ, and heav'n are one. Languages: English

Happy the souls to Jesus join'd

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CXXVIII (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Rejoicing Lyrics: 1 Happy the souls to Jesus join'd And sav'd by grace alone; Walking in all his ways, they find Their heav'n on earth begun. 2 The church triumphant in thy love, Their mighty joys we know; They sing the Lamb in hymns above, And we in hymns below. 3 Thee in thy glorious realm they praise, And bow before thy throne! We in the kingdom of thy grace: The kingdoms are but one. 4 The holy to the holy'st leads; From thence our spirits rise; And he that in thy statutes treads, Shall meet thee in the skies. Languages: English

Arise, my soul, arise

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CXXX (1790) Topics: Rejoicing Lyrics: 1 Arise, my soul, arise, Shake off thy guilty fears, The bleeding Sacrifice In my behalf appears; Before the throne my surety stands; My name is written on his hands. 2 He ever lives above For me to intercede; His all-redeeming love, His precious blood to plead: His blood aton'd for all our race, And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 3 Five bleeding wounds he bears, Receiv'd on Calvary; They pour effectual pray'rs, They strongly speak for me: Forgive him, O forgive, they cry! Nor let that ransom'd sinner die. 4 The Father hears him pray, His dear anointed one; He cannot turn away The presence of his Son: His spirit answers to the blood, And tells me I am born of God. 5 My God is reconcil'd, His pard'ning voice I hear; He owns me for his child, I can no longer fear: With confidence I now draw nigh, And Father, Abba Father! cry. Languages: English

My God I am thine

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CXXXI (1790) Topics: Rejoicing Lyrics: 1 My God, I am thine, What a comfort divine; What a blessing to know that my Jesus is mine! In the heavenly Lamb Thrice happy I am, And my heart doth dance at the sound of his mame. 2 True pleasures abound In the rapturous sound; And whoever hath found it, hath paradise found. My Jesus to know, And feel his blood flow, 'Tis life everlasting, 'tis heaven below! 3 Yet onward I haste To the heav'nly feast; That, that is the fulness, but this is the taste; And this I shall prove, Till with joy I remove To the heaven of heavens in Jesus's love. Languages: English