1 JOY JOY. HYMN 148. is a fruit that will not grow In nature's barren soil; (C. M.) All we can boast, till Christ we know, 2 A bleeding Saviour, seen by faith, A hope that triumphs over death, 3 These are the joys which satisfy Which make the spirit mount on high, 4 No more, believer, mourn thy lot, HYMN 149. COME, ye that love the Lord,! And let your joys be known; 2 Let those refuse to sing That never knew our God, 3 The God of heav'n is ours, Our Father and our love; His care shall guard life's fleeting hours, 4 There shall we see his face, And never, never sin; There, from the rivers of his grace, 5 Yes, and before we rise To that immortal state, The thoughts of such amazing bliss 6 Children of grace have found (S. M.) 1 ᄂ. Celestial fruits on earthly ground, From faith and hope may grow. 7 The hill of Sion yields A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heav'nly fields, Or walk the golden streets. 8 Then let our songs abound, And ev'ry tear be dry; i L.. We're trav'lling through Immanuel's ground, LOVE. HYMN 150. (111. 3.) 1 ORD, with glowing heart I'd praise thee ( LORD, For the bliss thy love bestows; For the pard'ning grace that saves me, 2 Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee, Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee Praise, with love's devoutest feeling, Him who saw thy guilt-born fear, L.. Bade the blood-stain'd cross appear. L 3 Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling L! (111. 1.) 2 Could my heart so hard remain, Pray'r a task and burden prove, Any duty give me pain, If I knew a Saviour's love? 3 When I turn mine eyes within, Oh! how dark, and vain, and wild. Prone to unbelief and sin, Can I deem myself thy child? 5 Could I love thy saints to meet, 1 TH HE God of Abra'am praise, Ancient of everlasting days And God of love; Jehovah, Great I AM, By earth and heav'n confess'd; 2 The God of Abra'am praise, At whose supreme command I all on earth forsake, Its wisdom fame and pow'r; 3 He by himself hath sworn, I on his oath depend, I shall, on angel wings upborne, 2 L L I shall behold his face, I shall his pow'r adore, And sing the wonders of his grace 4 There dwells the Lord, our King, 1 On Zion's sacred height His kingdom he maintains, And, glorious, with his saints in light, 5 The God who reigns on high "Who was, and is the same, 6 The whole triumphant host Give thanks to God on high; "Hail Abra'am's God and mine," I join the heav'nly lays; "All might and majesty are thine, 1 E joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth, BE jo in O serve him with gladness and fear; 2 For Jehovah is God, and Jehovah alone, And we are his people, his sceptre we own; 3 O enter his gates with thanksgiving and song, Your vows in his temple proclaim; His praise with melodious accordance prolong, 4 For good is the Lord, inexpressibly good, His mercy and truth from eternity stood, 1 Fel 20.48 BEFO HYMN 154. PSALM C. EFORE Jehovah's awful throne, He can create, and he destroy. 2 His sov'reign pow'r, without our aid, Made us of clay, and form'd us men; L L (L. M.) And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd, 3 We are his people, we his care, 4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Firm as a rock thy truth must stand, 1 SON HYMN 155. Songs of Praise. ONGS of praise the angels sang; When Jehovah's work begun, When he spake and it was done. (111. 1.) 3 Heav'n and earth must pass away, |