1. JERUSALEM, my happy home, When shall my labours have an end 2. When shall mine eyes thy heaven-built walls, Thy bulwarks with salvation strong, 3. Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there 4. Jerusalem, our happy home, Our souls still long for thee; Then shall our labours have an end, When we thy joys shall see. 1. THERE is a book, who runs may read, Which heavenly truth imparts, And all the lore its scholars need, Pure eyes and Christian hearts. 2. The works of God above, below, Are pages in that book, to show 3. The raging fire, the roaring wind, 4. Two worlds are ours: 'tis only Sin The mystic heaven and earth within, 5. Thou who hast given me eyes to see Give me a heart to find out Thee, CHRISTIAN YEAR. E 1. Он, that the Lord would guide my ways Oh, that my God would grant me grace 2. Oh, send Thy Spirit down to write Nor let my tongue indulge deceit, 3. From vanity turn off my eyes; 4. Order my footsteps by Thy Word, 5. Make me to walk in Thy commands; Nor let my head, nor heart, nor hands, 1. To Thee, O God! my prayer ascends, But not for golden stores; Nor covet I the brightest gems On the rich eastern shores: 2. Nor that deluding empty joy Nor greatness, with its pride and state, 3. Nor pleasure's fascinating charms, But nobler things than these from Thee 4. The faith and hope of things unseen, Thy light, Thy favour, and Thy smiles, 5. These are the blessings I desire; Lord, be these blessings mine, WATTS. MRS. ROWE. |