Could I joy his saints to meet, Lord, decide the doubtful case! If it be indeed begun. Let me love thee more and more, If I have not loved before, Help me to begin to-day! NEWTON. HYMN LXVI. IN vain my fancy strives to paint The glories that surround the saint One gentle sigh his fetters breaks, Faith strives, but all its efforts fail, So much, (and this is all) we know, Have done with sin, and care, and woe, On harps of gold they praise his name, ; His face they always view Then let us followers be of them That we may praise him too. NEWTON. HYMN LXVII. OBJECT of my first desire, I would seek it, Lord, in thee: Lord, it is not life to live, Whilst I feel thy love to me, Every object teems with joy: may I walk with thee, Then into thy presence die! Here, O Let me but thyself possess, Total sum of happiness; Real bliss I then shall prove, Heaven below and heaven above. HYMN LXVIII. HALLELUJAH! hark on high! TOPLADY. Hallelujah! Like a thousand thunders roaring, Like a thousand torrents pouring, Hallelujah! Hallelujah! melting floats On the infant's silver notes, 66 Here," they lisp, "are we possessing 66 Unimagined boundless blessing." Hallelujah! loud and long Hallelujah! Swells the youth's robuster tongue, Hallelujah! Hallelujah! prudent age, Adds in accents slow and sage, "From cares and sorrows disencumbered, "Here we offer thanks unnumbered." Hallelujah! mild appears Hallelujah! The thin group of bending years, And with quivering voice uneven, Hallelujah! Thrones and powers of every name, Join with man. till heaven so stable, Hallelujah! PENTYCROSS. |