LYRIC There's a strange joy beats round my heart; The cursed tree hat blessing in't, my sweetest balm it bears. 5 I hear the glorious Sufferer tell, How on his cross he vanquish'd hell, And all the powers. beneath; Transported and inspir'd my tongue Attempts his triumphs in a song : " How has the serpent lost his sting and where's thy vict'ry, death ?'1 c But when heshews hishands and heart, With those dear prints of dying smart; He sets my soul on fire : Not the beloved John could rest With more delight upon that breast, Nor Thomas pry into those wounds with more intense desire. e' Kindly he opens me his ear, And bids me pour my sorrow there, And tell him all my pains: Thus while I ease my burden'd heart, In ev'ry woe he bears a part, ;His arms embrace nie, and his hand my drooping head sustains. b Fly from my thoughts, all human things, And sporting swains, and fighting kings, And tales of wanton love : My soul disdains that little snare The tangles of Amira's hair ; Thine arms, my God, are sweeter bands, nor can my heart remove. Grace shining and Nature fainting. Sol. Song is 3. & ii. O. & vi. 5. I TELL me, fairest of tìiy kind, Tell me, Shepherd, all divine, Where this fainting head reclin'd May relieve such cares as mine i Shepherd lead me to thy grove; If burning noon infect the sky The sick'ning o covert fly, The sheep not half to faint as I, Thus overcomewith love. b Say, thou dear Sov'reign ofmy breast, Where dost thou lead thy fleck to rest: Why should I appear like one Wild and wand'rmg all alone, ljnbeloved and unknown ? O my great Redeemer, say, Shall I turn my feet astray ! Will Jesus bear to see me rove, To see me seek another love ? Ne'er had Í known his dearestname; Neer had I felt this inward fame, Had not his heart - strings first began the tender sound, wor can I hear the thought, that he Should leave the sky, Should bleed and die, $ghould love a wretch so vile as me .Without returns of passion fer his dy- ing wound.. Vpt.: IX. PbEMS. 257 4 His eyes she glory mix'd with grace; In his delightful awful face Site majesty and gentleness. So tender is my bleeding heart; That with a frown he kills; His absence is perpetual smart : Nor is my soul refin'd enough To bear the beaming of his love, And feelhis warmer smiles: Where shall I rest this drooping head? I love, I love the sun, and yet I want the shade. 5 My sinking spirits feeblystrive T' endure the extasy; Beneath these rays I cannot live, And yet withaut them die. None knows the pleasure and the paid That all my inward pow'rs sustain But such as feel a Saviour's love, and love the God again. 6 0 why should beauty heav'nly bright Stoop to charm a mortal's sight, And torture with the sweet excess of light? Our hearts alas! how frail their make! With their own weight ofjoy they break, Oh why is love on strong, and nature's self so weak? 7 Turn, turn away thine eyes, Ascend the azure hills, and shine Amongstthe happytenants of the skies, They can sustain a vision so divine, O turn thy lovely glories from me, The joys are tad intense, the glories Overcome me. 8 Dear Lord, forgive my rashcomplaint; And ^love me. still, . Against my froward will; Unveil thy beauties tho' I faint: Send the great herald from the sky, And at the trumpet's awful roar This feeble state of things shall O. And pain and pleasure mia no more ;. Then Shall I gaze with strengthened, sight On glories infinitely bright; My heart shall all be love; my Jesufl all delight. Love to Christ present or abaent. 1 OF all'the joys we mortals know, Jesut, thy love exceeds the rest; Love, the best blessing here below, And dearest image of the blest. 2 Sweet are my thonghts, and soft ini' cares, When the celestial Rene I feel; In all my hopes and all my fears, There's something kind -and pleasiiì$ still. 3 While I am held in his embrace There'snota thought attemptsto rove; Each smile he ;;ears upon his fact Fixes, and charms, and fires my love. 4 He speaks, and straight immortal joya Run thro' uusyears, and reaçhmy heart;
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