Though now divided by the stream- One army of the living God, To his command we bow; Part of the host have crossed the flood, Even now to their eternal home O Jesus, be our constant guide; Edinburgh Sacred Poetry. How wilt thou do in the swelling of Jordan? Dark river of death, that is flowing When the cold stormy waters rise o'er me, O death! thou last portion of sorrow, And fair is the dawn of its morrow, O thou who hast broken the pow'r The glory from Calvary streaming, May shine o'er the cold sable wave; And the faith that is oftentimes beaming, May burst thro' the gloom of the grave. Edmeston. For we who have believed do enter into rest. Delusive world, farewell! By grief and sin distress'd, Once thou wert all I sought To fill this anxious breast, But oft would guilt appear And long with heartfelt pain, Some friendly hand I ask'd in vain, Till hast'ning from above, The Saviour, with a smile of love, No longer canst thou fill, False world, this peaceful breast; No more thy frowns my comforts kill, Since Jesus is my rest. He bids that scene arise Which life and love invest; Yes! I shall join the throng, Edinburgh Sacred Poetry. Christ our Example in Suffering. Go to dark Gethsemane, Ye that feel temptation's power, Follow to the judgment-hall, Calvary's mournful mountain climb; Early hasten to the tomb Where they laid his breathless clay; -Who has taken him away? Christ is risen; he meets our eyes. Saviour, teach us so to rise. Montgomery. Pleasure. I quit the world's fantastic joys, Like meteors in the midnight sky, O source of glory, life, and love! On contemplation's wings, Thy beauties rising to my sight. Divinely sweet, divinely bright, With rapture fill my breast; Though robb'd of all my worldly store, In thee I never can be poor, But must be ever blest. Dr. More. Not ashamed of Jesus. Jesus, and can it ever be, A mortal man ashamed of thee? Scorned be the thought by rich and poor; Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may, Ashamed of Jesus! that dear friend, Till then-nor is the boasting vain- Gregg. |