ADORATION

MADAME GUYON, C. 1700

I love my God, but with no love of mine,
For I have none to give;

I love thee, Lord, but all that love is thine
For by thy life I live.

I am as nothing, and rejoice to be

Emptied and lost and swallowed up in thee.

Thou, Lord, alone, art all thy children need
And there is none beside;

From thee the streams of blessedness proceed;
In thee the blest abide,

Fountain of life and all-abounding grace,
Our source, our center and our dwelling-place!

e. EVANGELICAL PERIOD (Eighteenth Century)

WHEN I SURVEY THE WONDROUS CROSS

ISAAC WATTS, 1707

When I survey the wondrous Cross,
On which the Prince of Glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, my God;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His Blood.

See, from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down;

Did e'er such love and sorrow meet?
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a tribute far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,

Demands my soul, my life, my all.

RISE, CROWNED WITH LIGHT, IMPERIAL SALEM

RISE!

ALEXANDER POPE, 1712

Rise, crowned with light, imperial Salem rise!
Exalt thy towering head and lift thine eyes!
See heaven its sparkling portals wide display,
And break upon thee in a flood of day.

See a long race thy spacious courts adorn:
See future sons, and daughters yet unborn,
In crowding ranks on every side arise,
Demanding life, impatient for the skies.

See barbarous nations at thy gates attend,
Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend:
See thy bright altars thronged with prostrate kings,
While every land its joyous tribute brings.

The seas shall waste, the skies to smoke decay,
Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away;
But fixed His word, His saving power remains;
Thy realms shall last, thy own Messiah reigns.

JESUS SHALL REIGN WHERE'ER THE SUN
ISAAC WATTS, 1719

Jesus shall reign where'er the sun
Does His successive journeys run;

His kingdom spread from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.

From north to south the princes meet To pay their homage at His feet; While western empires own their Lord, And savage tribes attend his word.

To Him shall endless prayers be made, And endless praises crown His head; His name like sweet perfume shall rise With every morning sacrifice.

People and realms of every tongue
Dwell on His love with sweetest song;
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on his name.

Let every creature rise and bring
Peculiar honors to our King;
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud Amen.

OH GOD, OUR HELP IN AGES PAST

ISAAC WATTS, 1719

Oh God, our help in ages past,
Our hope in years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home-

Under the shadow of thy throne

Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is thine arm alone,
And our defense is sure.

Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the same.

A thousand ages in thy sight

Are like an evening gone;

Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.

Time, like an ever-rolling stream
Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.

Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope in years to come,

Be thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home.

DIVINE LOVE

CHARLES WESLEY, 1746

Love divine, all love excelling,

Joy of heaven, to earth come down; Fix in us thy humble dwelling; All thy faithful mercies crown. Jesus, thou art all compassion, Pure, unbounded love thou art; Visit us with thy salvation,

Enter every trembling heart.

Breathe, O breathe thy loving spirit Into every troubled breast;

Let us all in thee inherit,

Let us find the promised rest;
Take away the love of sinning,
Alpha and Omega be,

End of faith, as its beginning,
Set our hearts at liberty.

Come, Almighty to deliver,
Let us all thy life receive;
Suddenly return, and never,
Nevermore thy temples leave.

Thee we would be always blessing;
Serve thee as thy hosts above;
Pray, and praise thee without ceasing;
Glory in thy perfect love.

Finish, then, thy new creation,
Pure and spotless may we be;
Let us see thy great salvation
Perfectly restored in thee;
Changed from glory into glory,

Till in heaven we take our place:
Till we cast our crowns before thee,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise!

JESUS, LOVER OF MY SOUL

CHARLES WESLEY, 1740

Jesus, Lover of my soul,

Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high: Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide,

O, receive my soul at last!

Other refuge have I none;

Hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
Leave, ah, leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me!
All my trust on Thee is stayed,
All my help from Thee I bring;
Cover my defenseless head

With the shadow of Thy wing.

Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
More than all in Thee I find:
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,

Heal the sick, and lead the blind.