ADORATION MADAME GUYON, C. 1700 I love my God, but with no love of mine, I love thee, Lord, but all that love is thine I am as nothing, and rejoice to be Emptied and lost and swallowed up in thee. Thou, Lord, alone, art all thy children need From thee the streams of blessedness proceed; Fountain of life and all-abounding grace, e. EVANGELICAL PERIOD (Eighteenth Century) WHEN I SURVEY THE WONDROUS CROSS ISAAC WATTS, 1707 When I survey the wondrous Cross, Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, See, from His head, His hands, His feet, Did e'er such love and sorrow meet? Were the whole realm of nature mine, Demands my soul, my life, my all. RISE, CROWNED WITH LIGHT, IMPERIAL SALEM RISE! ALEXANDER POPE, 1712 Rise, crowned with light, imperial Salem rise! See a long race thy spacious courts adorn: See barbarous nations at thy gates attend, The seas shall waste, the skies to smoke decay, JESUS SHALL REIGN WHERE'ER THE SUN ISAAC WATTS, 1719 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun His kingdom spread from shore to shore, 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 Let every creature rise and bring OH GOD, OUR HELP IN AGES PAST ISAAC WATTS, 1719 Oh God, our help in ages past, Under the shadow of thy throne Thy saints have dwelt secure; Before the hills in order stood, A thousand years in thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. Time, like the ever-rolling stream Bears all its sons away; Our God, our help in ages past, Be thou our guard while troubles last, DIVINE LOVE CHARLES WESLEY, 1720 Love divine, all love excelling, Joy of heaven, to earth come down; Pure, unbounded love Thou art; Breathe, O breathe thy loving spirit Let us all in thee inherit, Let us find the promised rest; End of faith, as its beginning, Come, Almighty to deliver, Then we would be always blessing; Finish, then, thy new creation, JESUS, LOVER OF MY SOUL CHARLES WESLEY, 1740 Jesus, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, 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. |