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Written in May, after a seasonable shower of rain

Hymnal: MPVP1780 #6 (1780) First Line: How chang'd the face of nature shows Lyrics: How chang'd the face of nature shows, How gay the rural scene! A fairer bloom the flowers disclose, The meads a livelier green. While bounty clothes the fertile vale, And blossoms on the spray, And fragrance breathes in every gale, How sweet the vernal day! And hark! the feather'd warblers sing! Tis nature's cheerful voice; Soft music hails the lovely spring, And woods and fields rejoice. How kind the influence of the skies! These showers, with blessings fraught, Bid verdure, beauty, fragrance rise, And fix the roving thought. O let my wondering heart confess, With gratitude and love, The bounteous hand that deigns to bless The garden, field, and grove. That bounteous hand my thoughts adore, Beyond expression kind, Hath sweeter, nobler gifts in store, To bless the craving mind. That hand, in this hard heart of mine Can make each virtue live, And kindly showers of grace divine Life, beauty, fragrance give. O God of nature, God of grace, Thy heavenly gifts impart! And bid sweet meditation trace Spring blooming in my heart! Inspir'd to praise I then shall join Glad nature's cheerful song: And love and gratitude divine Attune my joyful tongue. Languages: English

To Amira on the death of her son

Hymnal: MPVP1780 #18 (1780) First Line: Enough to nature and to grief is paid Lyrics: Enough to nature and to grief is paid, Indulge no more these unavailing tears; Not all your comforts in the grave are laid, Through grief's dark shade a lucid ray appears. A ray of heaven fair beaming through the gloom! Bids fainting hope lift up her languid eyes; While faith directs her view beyond the tomb, To those bright scenes where joys immortal rise. Cleans'd, in the Saviour's blood, from every stain, Think with what transport you will meet above, (For ever free from sin and grief and pain) The dear, departed object of your love! Then, though your bleeding heart its loss deplore, O yet be each repining thought supprest, That sovereign hand, which cannot err, adore, Here, may your heart with full affiance rest. Indulgent mercy blends, with lenient skill, Sweet cordials with the bitter cup of woe: And many a friend, and many a comfort still, Are kindly spar'd to cheer your stay below. Your stay, perhaps for high important ends, May be prolong'd through many circling years, A blessing to your partner, children, friends, And future comfort pay your present tears. May humble resignation calm your breast, And faith enjoy, with heaven illumin'd eye, A prospect of the regions of the blest, Where pleasures bloom, that never, never die! Languages: English

Desiring to love Christ and obey him

Hymnal: MPVP1780 #19 (1780) First Line: Jesus, my Lord, in thy dear name unite Lyrics: Jesus my Lord, in thy dear name unite, All that my heart calls great, or good, or sweet; Whate'er inspires with wonder or delight, In thee, thou fairest of ten thousand, meet. Do I not love thee? ah my conscious heart Nor boldly dares affirm, nor can deny; O bid these clouds of gloomy fear depart, With one bright ray from thy propitious eye! Do I not love thee? can I then allow, Within my breast pretenders to thy throne? O take my homage, at thy feet I bow! No other Lord my heart desires to own. Take, take my passions in thy sovereign hand, Refine and mould them with almighty skill; Then shall I love the voice of thy command, And all my powers rejoice to do thy will. Thy love inspires the active sons of light, With swift-wing'd zeal, they wait upon thy word; O let that love, in these abodes of night, Bid my heart glow to serve my dearest Lord! Come love divine, my languid wishes raise! With heavenly zeal this faint cold heart inflame, To join with angels in my Saviour's praise, Like them, obey his will, adore his name! But can the mind, with heavy clay opprest, To emulate seraphic ardour rise? While sin pollutes her joys, forbids her rest, How can she join the worship of the skies? Yet he commands to love and to obey, Whose hand sustains those happy spirits there In him, my soul, who is thy guide, thy stay, In him confide, to him commit thy care. Jesus my Lord, O give me strength divine! Then shall my powers in glad obedience move; Receive the heart that wishes to be thine, And teach, O teach me to obey and love! Scripture: John 14:15 Languages: English

True Happiness

Hymnal: MPVP1780 #25 (1780) First Line: Celestial content, inexhaustible treasure Lyrics: Celestial content, inexhaustible treasure! The man that enjoys thee requires no addition; In thee he possesses wealth, honour, and pleasure; O happy condition! With pity he looks on the many, pursuing The trifles of earth with such eager attention, And straining, in chase of their utter undoing, (Tho' distant) unfolding. On inviolate truth while his hopes are depending, Nor terrors affright, nor afflictions depress him; Assur'd, tho' to death's gloomy mansions fast tending His God will still bless him. Releas'd from the sorrows of time his glad spirit Shall leave its weak partner, and joyfully soaring, The promis'd possession begin to inherit; With angels adoring. He knows that his body, the grave now detaining, In Jesus' bright image hereafter arising, Shall surely rejoin him, no sorrow remaining, Corruption despising. Then with heaven's fair armies in triumph ascending Partake of delights ever new and abounding; Enraptur'd before the bright throne lowly bending Salvation resounding. Languages: English

Waiting for Morning

Hymnal: MPVP1780 #26 (1780) First Line: Long and mournful is the night Lyrics: Long and mournful is the night, Mental night of gloomy fear: Source of comfort, source of light When, O when wilt thou appear! Thy beams alone can bid the gloom depart, And spread celestial morning o'er my heart. Morning of that glorious day Which the blest enjoy above, Where with full unclouded ray Shines thy everlasting love: Where joy triumphant fills the bright abode, O happy world! fair paradise of God! Thither if the heart aspire, Shall it, Lord, aspire in vain? Shall the breathings of desire Rise with unavailing pain? O thou my guide, my solace, and my rest, In this sad desert shall I rove unblest? Sure the Lord of life is near Though a cloud his face conceal: Jesus, when wilt thou appear, When thy cheering beams reveal? When shall thy beams of soul-reviving light Dispel this gloomy cloud this mental night? Not in vain aspires the heart That depends on thee alone; Light and joy thou wilt impart, Radiant dawn of bliss unknown. Here let me wait beneath thy guardian wing Till from thy smile celestial morning spring. Scripture: Psalm 30:5 Languages: English

The Happy Man

Hymnal: MPVP1780 #30 (1780) First Line: Happy the man of heavenly birth Lyrics: Happy the man of heavenly birth, Beyond the proudest boast of earth Whom mercy thus sustains: To scenes of living verdure led, Plenty and peace their blessings spread, And not a thought complains. Conducted by his gracious guide Where streams of sweet refreshment glide, And fed with food divine; God is the guardian of his rest, Beneath his smile, serenely blest, He bids his soul recline. Yet, should his feet forgetful stray, His guide restores, and points the way To safety, life, and peace; Still mindful of his glorious name, A faithful God is still the same, His paths are righteousness. Should gloomy shades the path o'erspread, Dark as the mansions of the dead, His heart no terrors wound: His heavenly guardian ever near, Sustains his hope, forbids his fear, And comfort smiles around. The constant bounty of his Lord, With rich provision spreads his board, Amid repining foes: While peace and gladness on his head Their sweetest odours hourly shed, His cup with bliss o'erflows: O happy portion! lot divine! Thus shall indulgent goodness shine On all his future days; For ever near his guardian God Shall mercy fix his blest abode And tune his soul to praise. Scripture: Psalm 23 Languages: English

Support in Trouble

Hymnal: MPVP1780 #34 (1780) First Line: Though terrors late alarm'd my breast Lyrics: Though terrors late alarm'd my breast, And rais'd a threatening tempest there, Yet, Lord, my passions own thy hand, The storm subsides at thy command, And now my calmer thoughts attest Thy well-try'd love, thy long experienc'd care. Faith, scarce discern'd a glimpse of light, Hope languish'd with dejected eye, Reason, (weak empress of the mind) To passion had the helm consign'd, Loud was the storm and dark the night, But thy supporting, guardin hand was nigh. Almighty Saviour, gracious Lord, Thou only refuge of my soul, Thy sovereign voice when I can hear, I gain new strength to combat fear, Hope rests on thy unchanging word, Thy word can every rising fear controul. Hence, guilty diffidence be gone, With all thy train of boding fears; Let faith and calm expectance wait, And cheerful hope, with eye sedate, Look up and watch the smiling dawn That through the sable veil of night appears. That smiling dawn derives its ray From the full source of light divine; O sun of righteousness, impart Thy healing radiance to my heart! Increasing till celestial day Dispel the gloom, and joy unclouded shine. Languages: English

The Complaint of the Mind

Hymnal: MPVP1780 #48 (1780) First Line: Why is the heaven-descended mind Lyrics: Why is the heaven-descended mind (For nobler purposes design'd) So close attach'd to frail unthinking clay? Fain would she taste the joys of light And meditate her upward flight; But her weak partner cannot bear the day. If now and then a ray divine With sweet attractive lustre shine, And upward tempt her half expanded wings: The pains or appetites of sense Retard her flight with fair pretence, And chain her joyless down to trifling things. How blest the unbodied minds above, Who still desire, delight, and love, And nought impedes the work, or clouds the joy! No listless inattention there, Nor tempting toy, nor gloomy care; Celestial pleasure smiles without alloy! O happy period! blissful day! (Hope, cheerful hails its distant ray, Though rising tears stand trembling in her eyes) When this gross heavy clay refin'd, A fit companion for the mind, To active, joyful, endless life shall rise! Jesus, to thee alone I owe Each cheering glimpse of heaven below, And thou canst bid the longing mind ascend: Though dull mortality impede, She spurns the weight if thou but lead; On thee alone her strength and hope depend. O speak the word! her joyful wings Shall leave this scene of little things For the fair regions of immense delight! One kind assuring word of thine Confirms the bright reversion mine, And faith shall bid adieu to earth and night. Languages: English

Written in a Painful Illness

Hymnal: MPVP1780 #54 (1780) First Line: Indulgent father, ever gracious God Lyrics: Indulgent father, ever gracious God, Low at thy feet submissive I adore Thy chastening hand, nor murmur at the rod: Yet thy supporting arm, I must implore. Thou holy, wise, and kind, O bid my heart In patient silence wait thy sovereign will! Sweet consolation let thy voice impart, And say to every anxious thought "be still." Say to my heart, that often hath prefer'd To thy kind ear, the supplicating sigh; "Be comforted, be strong, thy suit is heard; Behold my all-sufficient grace is nigh!" Oft have I wish'd to have my heart refin'd By cleansing grace; desir'd, and long'd to wear The bright resemblance of my Saviour's mind, His gentle, humble virtues copied there. O may the rod the happy end promote To humble, cleanse, renew this heart of mine! And may thy grace assist me to devote Its powers to thee alone for they are thine! If the short remnant of my fleeting time Be near its period; teach, O teach my soul On faith's fair wing, to reach that blissful clime Where time's quick-circling wheels no more shall roll! Oppress'd with pain my feeble powers decay, The springs of life wear out, the vital flame Seems quivering near its exit. Is the day At hand which shall dissolve this mortal frame? If this frail tottering mansion soon should fall, Art thou, my soul, prepar'd to take thy flight? Prepar'd, at thy almighty Father's call, To quit, with joy, the scenes of mortal night? Or canst thou patient see death's threatening dart, And oe'r the expecting grave long-lingering bend, To drop thy dying partner, loth to part, While yet thy hopes and wishes upward tend? What mean these questions?—all depends on thee My Saviour God: speak to my trembling heart: [p.56] Say "thou art mine," that word is life to me, And I can smile at death's tremendous dart! Whether he threaten long, or sudden rend This mortal frame, and set my spirit free; That moment let thy angel guards attend, And bear me safe to life, to heaven and thee. Languages: English

Desiring a thankful devotion to God

Hymnal: MPVP1780 #56 (1780) First Line: My great preserver, to thy gracious hand Lyrics: My great preserver, to thy gracious hand My life, my safety, and my all I owe; New gratitude thy favours still demand, And still my numerous obligations grow. Oft has thou listen'd to my humble prayer, Oft, at my cry, unwearied mercy came: O be thy goodness, thy indulgent care, My constant refuge, my delightful theme! When warm'd with grateful love to thee my Lord My thoughts begin to count thy favours o'er, The boundless sum, what numbers can record? How vain the attempt! astonish'd I adore! Yet I may love thee, this is thy command, Thy kind command, O make me all thy own! My powers, my passions, Lord, are in thy hand, And thou canst mould them for thy use alone. This worthless heart, to thee I would resign, Poor as it is, thy sovereign hand can raise A monument to thee, enrich, refine, And there inscribe thy mercies and thy praise. Thy wonderous praise, not all creation's tongues In one harmonious concert, can display; Not the celestial choir's enraptur'd songs, Through vast eternity's unbounded day. And shall a reptile of the dust, aspire To join with angels in their high employ? Lord, at thy feet, I lay my trembling lyre In silent awe, yet mix'd with humble joy. Yet, if thou bid me try the heavenly theme, And bless me with thy smile, my lyre again On every string shall sound thy glorious name, Thy sile shall animate the feeble strain! If thou accept, and aid my wish to praise, Then shall my heart with glad devotion bring (But ah, how mean thy gift!) her sweetest lays To thee, my gracious God, my glorious King. All I enjoy, and all I hope is thine, Unworthiness, alone, belongs to me; Inspire me, O my God, with love divine, And make my life a hymn of praise to thee. Languages: English