Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.
8 Yet timorous mortals start and shrink,
To cross this narrow sea;
And linger, shivering on the brink,
And fear to launch away.
4 Oh could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts which rise,
And see the Canaan that we love,
With unbeclouded eyes;-
5 Could we but stand, as Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er;-
Not Jordan's streams, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.
1 JESUS, and can it ever be,
A mortal man asham'd of thee!
Scorn'd be the thought, by rich and poor;
My soul shall scorn it more and more.
2 Asham'd of Jesus! sooner: far
May ev'ning blush to own a star:
Asham'd of Jesus! just as soon
May midnight blush to think of noon.
3 Asham'd of Jesus! that dear friend,
On whom my hopes of heaven depend!
No! when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere his name.
4 Asham'd of Jesus! yes, I may,
When I've no crimes to wash away;
No tears to wipe, no joys to crave,
And no immortal soul to save!
5 Till THEN (nor is the boasting vain)
Till then, I boast a Saviour slain:
And O, may this my portion be,
That Jesus's not asham'd of me!
LXXXIII. HYMN.-C. M.
1 HARK! 'tis the prophet of the skies,
Proclaims redemption near;
The night of death and and bondage flies,
The dawning tints appear!
2 Zion, from deepest shades of gloom,
Awakes to glorious day;
Her desert wastes with verdure bloom,
Her shadows flee away.
3 The gladdening news, convey'd afar,
Remotest nations hear;
To welcome Judah's rising star,
The ransom'd tribes appear.
4 Again in Bethlehem swells the song, The choral breaks again;
While Jordan's shore the strains prolong, "GOOD-WILL-AND PEACE TO MEN!"
LXXXIV. HYMN.-P. M.
1 No sacrifice of costly name,
Or blood of all the bullocks slain,
On Jewish sacred altars spilt;
Nor works of men, nor prayers of priests,
Nor incense of their solemn feasts,
Could ever save a soul from guilt.
2 Mistaken men, e'er since the flood,
Have striv'd to reconcile their God,
Whom terror taught them thus to please;
By torture, abstinence, and pains!
Casting their children in the flames!
And other cruel acts like these.
3 Some trust in works which they have done, To save their souls in time to come,
And hope they heaven shall receive;
Others believe in sov'reign grace,
Which took a few of Adam's race,
And bound them all by firm decrees.
4 While reason speaks, with skilful tongue, If these be right, those can't be wrong,
Nor 'scape the mandate of the Lord:
For if my God has fix'd my doom,
In endless shades of death to roam,
I must obey th' eternal word.
5 Then, O my soul, adore the grace,
Which saves the whole of Adam's race,
According to his boundless love:
'Tis not of works! lest men should boast,
But mercy brings the num'rous host,
To dwell with God, in realms above."
1 VARIOUS Systems men have form'd, In days of old and modern times; Religion by their arts adorn'd,
In many lands and many climes.
2 Turn ye the page of history o'er,
Learn all the wisdom of the world;
Their present creeds, and those before
Are in a maze of error hurl'd.
3 To bind the God of boundless grace,
Has been the aim of Pharisees;
Arm God against the human race
Measure and fix his firm decrees.
4 While millions in a proud pretence
Of holy worship, heavenly zeal;
Their neighbours burn'd in its defence,
Nor for their sufferings could they feel.
5 In gods of vile despotic reign,
Tyrannic despots would believe;
Who could delight in endless pain,
Nor feel compassion to relieve.
6 Thus earthly kings and priests have join'd,
And form'd the awful league abhorr❜d;
With edicts chain'd the human mind,
And shut the kingdom of the Lord.
7 But thanks to God our eyes behold
A light far brighter than the sun;
A day the prophets long foretold,
Of which the ancient poets sung.
8 His boundless love doth God reveal, In Christ the head of ev'ry man; grace shall all the nations heal, This is the gospel's glorious plan.
LXXXVI. HYMN.-P. M.
1 AWAKE my drowsy senses all,
At Jesus feet submissive fall,
Who conquers sinners great and small,
By his endearing love:
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