I love to see my Lord below, His church displays his I love to worship at his feet, I'm pleased to meet him in his court, But still I think his visits short, HE HYMN CVIII. He came, whose embassy was peace, He left his throne above, To prove, if enmity would cease Beneath the power of love. He came, whose errand was to give, Yea, at our need, that we might live, What had the world for him ?—'twas meet, To answer love with love, With signs of thankful joy to greet, The stranger from above. For him! with all its proud array, For Him with all its glory spread He had not where to lay his head- For Him! his days were almost past, But lo, the world will give at last, The shameful cross, the piercing thorn, The world gives these with cruel scorn, Oh world! that cross doth still proclaim, HYMN CIX. JUST as thou art, without one trace O guilty sinner, come! Burden'd with guilt, would'st thou be blest? Come, leave thy burden at the cross, O needy sinner, come! Come hither! bring thy boding fears, Thy aching heart, thy bursting tears, 'Tis mercy's voice salutes thine ears; O trembling sinner, come! HYMN CX. WHEN I can read my title clear I bid farewell to every fear, Should earth against my soul engage, And hellish darts be hurled, Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. Let cares like a wild deluge come, May I but safely reach my home, There shall I bathe my weary soul And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast. WATTS. HYMN CXI. EARLY, my God, without delay, So pilgrims on the scorching sand, Long for a cooling stream at hand, |