I.

On earth I know immortal love,
And taste of all the joys above;
My soul enjoys the great I AM ;
And there's no pleasure but in him.

II.

My light is but a feeble ray,
Yet it is from eternal day;
Nay, joys are by my Jesus giv'n,
And he is all the joys of heav'n.

III.

Though in my self I am but death,
Yet Christ in me the word of faith,
Lifts up my heart to realms above,
And feeds me with immortal love.

IV.

O when shall I be wholly free?
I want no joys, O GOD , but thee;

When jealous out of season,
When deaf and blind to reason,
Of truth we've no belief;

With rage we're overflowing,
Nor why, nor wherefore knowing,
And the heart goes throb with grief.

II.

But when the fit is over,
And kindness from the lover
Does every doubt destroy,

Away fly thoughts alarming,

When love's taught dangers animate the stage ,
Let the soft scenes your hearts , ye fair! engage:
Let each bright list'ner mark the wiles , we show,
And catch dumb caution , from the pictur'd woe ,
Guiltless of farce , to night, the meaning player
Courts not your laughter , but alarms your care .

M AN , the deceiver , veils his cruel art ,
And skreens himself within th' attempted heart ;
There, to ungen'rous empire , climbs, e'er long,
Help'd by the confidence he means to wrong :

I.

All hail thou lovely Lamb of GOD !
This day with us make thine abode,
And cheer our spirits with thy love;
We long to see thy smiling face,
And run with thee the christian race,
To thine eternal realms above.

II.

O heal the sick and raise the dead,
And feed us with immortal bread;
Warm ev'ry heart, loose ev'ry tongue;
O let thy love our souls inflame,

Belinda's pride's an arrant cheat,
A foolish artifice to blind;
Some honest glance, that scorns deceit,
Does still reveal her native mind.

With look demure, and forc'd disdain,
She idly acts the faint;
We see thro' this disguise as plain
As we distinguish paint.

So have I seen grave fools design
With formal looks to pass for wise;
But Nature is a light will shine,
And break thro' all disguise.

I was just plotting , as the curtain fell,
To hit the general taste , and please ye well :
'Twere a sure way, thought I, their frowns to soften ,
Should I, oft kill'd , and brought to life , as often,
Now , in good earnest , draw oblivion o'er me,
And die — as Tragedy has done, before me .
Troth! it were no untimely resolution ,
Had one a heart dispos'd for — execution :
Since there's a mode in minds , as well as dress ,
'Tis too old fashion'd now to give distress .
When you're resolv'd to laugh , and to be easy ,

I.

Lord, in the chariot of thy work,
Ride forth with pow'r thy name to spread;
Give speed unto thy gospel sword,
Through these dark regions of the dead,

II.

" Lo, saith the Saviour, here I am,
" With all my vesture dip'd in blood;
" The FREE PHYSICIAN is my name,
" Seeking to do the needy good.

III.

" I love to feed the hungry poor,
" To heal the sick and raise the dead;
" I love to see them crowd my door,
" That I my boundless love may spread.

IV.

Priests offer Sheba's incense and sweet cane,
Responding, each to each, " Jehovah lives! "
His car through death the maddened warrior drives,
Raising the cry, " Jehovah lives! " again;
The watchmen at the gate their guard maintain,
" Jehovah lives! " the countersign each gives.
" Jehovah lives! " the monarch cries, and strives
With such a spell his sceptre to sustain!
Yet altar priests a hireling service give,

I.

I choose the Lord for all my joy;
His praise I count my best employ;
His name my constant theme shall be;
Lord I would follow none but thee.

II.

Without my Lord I cannot rest;
There's none but he can make me blest;
In him I find a solid peace,
And in him all my joys increase,

III.

O let me never, never part,
From him the pleasure of my heart;
Dear Jesus, keep me always near,
Till I with thee in heav'n appear.

IV.

O may I once at thy right hand,
Rejoice with all the glorious band;

Divided in our lives, and yet twin-hearted!
Our sad first parents shared a happier fate;
When, from Love's Eden, dearest, we departed,
'T was ours to sever at the outer gate.

Ah! yet I know, whatever path thou 'rt tracing,
Thy tearful eye is sometimes backward cast;
Thou art not coldly from thy heart effacing
The thrilling story of our blissful past, —

When life was like a sunset's glories blended
With all the waking splendors of the morn,
And when, dear love, if some light showers descended,