144 HYMNS. LXXI. LXX Nor sin, our hell, come near my heart, Nor cause my Saviour to depart.. HYMN LXXII. [L. M.] The coronations of Christ, and espousals of the church, Sol. Song iii. 2. 1 DAUGHTERS of Sion, come, behold The crown of honour and of gold, Which the glad church, with joys un- known Pined on the head of Solomon. S Jesus, thou everlasting king, Accept the tribute which we bring ; Accept the well- deserv'd renown, And wear our praises as thy crown. 3 Let every act of worship he Like our espousals, Lord, to thee : Like the dear hour when from above We first reeeiv'd thy pledge of love. 4 The gladness of that happy day! Our hearts would wish it long to stay Nor-let our faithforsake its hold, Nor comfort sink, nor love grow cold. Each following minute as it flies, Increase thy praise, improve our joys, 'Till we are rais'd.to sing thy name At the great supper of the Lamb. e O-that. the months would roll away, And bring that coronation -day ! The King of grace shall fill the throne, With all his' Father's glories on. HYMN LXXIII. [L, M.] The church's beauty ist the eyes of Christ, Sol. Song iv. 1, 10, 11, 7,9, 8. 1 KINI) is the speech of Christ our Lord, Affection sounds in ev'ry word ; "Lo, thou art fair, my love, he cries, Not theyoung doves hare sweeter eyes. 2 Sweet are thy lips, thy pleasing voice Salutes mine ear with secret joys No spice so much delights the smell, Nor milk nor honey taste so well.] 3 Thou art all fair, m31 bride, to me, I will behold no spot in thee." What mighty wonders love performs, And puts a comeliness on worms ! 4 Defil'd anti loathsome as we are, tie makes us white, and calls us fair ; Adorns us with that heav'nly dress, His graces and his righteousness. s " My sister and my spouse, he cries, " Bound to my heart by various ties, "Tl:y pow'rful love my heart detains ." In strong delight and pleasing chains." a He calls me from the leopard's den, From this wide world of beasts and men, -To Zion-where his glories are : Not Lebanon is half so fair. 7 Nor dens of prey, nor flow'ry plains, Nor earthly joys, nor earthly pains, Shall hold my feet, or force my stay, When Christ invites my soul away. Ill. LXXIV. LXXV. [Book i. HYMN ,LXXIV. [L. M.] The church is the garden of Christ, Sol. Song iv. 12, 14, 15, and v. 1. 1 WE are a garden wall'd around, Chosen and made peculiar ground ; A little spot, inclos'd by grace, Out of the world's wide wilderness. 2 Like trees ofmyrrh and spice we stand Planted by the Father's hand ; And all his springs in Zion flow, To make the' young plantation grow. 3 Awake, O heav'nly wind, and come,.. Blow on this garden of perfume ; Spirit divine, descend and breathe A gracious gale on plants beneath. 4 Make our best spices flow abroad, To entertain out Saviour God: And faith, and love, and joy appear, And ev'ry grace be active here. 5 [Let my beloved come and taste, His pleasant fruits- at his own feast. " I come, myspouse,I come, he cries," With love and pleasure in,his eyes. 6 Our Lord. into his garden comes, Well pleas'd to smell our poor per- fumes, And calls us to a feast divine, Sweeter than honey, milk, or wine. 7 "Eat of the tree of life, my friends, " -The blessings that my Father sends " Yourtaste shallot' my dainties prove, " And drink abundance of my love." 8 Jesus, we will frequent thy board, And sing the bounties of our Lord: But the rich food on which we live Demands more praise than tongues can- give.] HYMN LXXV. [L. M.] The description of Christ the beloved, Sol. Song. v. 9, 10, 11, 12, 14, 15, 16. 1 THEwond'ring world enquires to know Why I should love my Jesus so: " What are his charms, say they, above. " The objects of a mortal love 1" 2 Yes, my beloved, to my sight Skews a sweet mixture, red and white s All human beauties, all divine, In my beloved meet and shine. 3 White is his soul, from blemish frees Red with the blood he shed for me; The fairest 'of ten thousand fairs; A sun amongst ten thousand stars 4 [His head the finest gold excels: There wisdom in perfection dwells, And glory like a crown adorns Those temples once beset with thorns. S Compassions in this heart are found, Hard by the signals of his wound: Hi; sacred side no more shall bear The cruel scourge, thepiercing spear.]
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