Hymn 2:88

Salvation! O, the joyful sound! 'Tis pleasure to our ears; A sovereign balm for every wound, A cordial for our fears.

Buried in sorrow and in sin, At hell's dark door we lay, But we arise by grace divine To see a heavenly day.

Salvation! let the echo fly The spacious earth around, While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound.

Hymn 2:89. Christ's victory over Satan.

Hosanna to our conquering King! The prince of darkness flies, His troops rush headlong down to hell Like lightning from the skies.

There, bound in chains, the lions roar, And fright the rescu'd sheep, But heavy bars confine their power And malice to the deep.

Hosanna to our conquering King, All hail, incarnate love! Ten thousand songs and glories wait To crown thy head above.

Thy victories and thy deathless fame Thro' the wide world shall run, And everlasting ages sing The triumphs thou hast won.

Hymn 2:90. Faith in Christ for pardon and sanctification.

How sad our state by nature is! Our sin how deep it stains! And Satan binds our captive minds Fast in his slavish chains.

But there's a voice of sovereign grace Sounds from the sacred word, "Ho, ye despairing sinners, come, "And trust upon the Lord."

My soul obeys th' almighty call, And runs to this relief, I would believe thy promise, Lord, O! help my unbelief.

[To the dear fountain of thy blood, Incarnate God, I fly, Here let me wash my spotted soul From crimes of deepest die.

Stretch out thine arm victorious King, My reigning sins subdue, Drive the old dragon from his seat, With all his hellish crew.]

A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, On thy kind arms I fall: Be thou my strength and righteousness, My Jesus, and my all.

Hymn 2:91. The glory of Christ in heaven.

O the delights, the heavenly joys, The glories of the place Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams Of his o'erflowing grace.

Sweet majesty and awful love Sit smiling on his brow, And all the glorious ranks above At humble distance bow.

[Princes to his imperial Name Bend their bright sceptres down, Dominions, thrones, and powers rejoice To see him wear the crown.]

Archangels sound his lofty praise Thro' every heavenly street, And lay their highest honours down Submissive at his feet.

Those soft, those blessed feet of his That once rude iron tore, High on a throne of light they stand, And all the saints adore.

His head, the dear majestic head That cruel thorns did wound, See what immortal glories shine, And circle it around.

This is the Man, th' exalted Man, Whom we unseen adore; But when our eyes behold his face, Our hearts shall love him more.

[Lord, how our souls are all on fire To see thy bless'd abode, Our tongues rejoice in tunes of praise To our incarnate God.

And whilst our faith enjoys this sight, We long to leave our clay, And wish thy fiery chariots, Lord, To fetch our souls away.]

Hymn 2:92 The church saved, and her enemies disappointed.

Composed the 5th of November, 1694.

Shout to the Lord, and let our joys Thro' the whole nation run; Ye British skies, resound the noise Beyond the rising sun.

Thee, mighty God, our souls admire, Thee our glad voices sing, And join with the celestial choir To praise th' eternal King.

Thy power the whole creation rules, And on the starry skies Sits smiling at the weak designs Thine envious foes devise.

Thy scorn derides their feeble rage, And with an awful frown Flings vast confusion on their plots, And shakes their Babel down.

[Their secret fires in caverns lay, And we the sacrifice: But gloomy caverns strove in vain To 'scape all-searching eyes.

Their dark designs were all reveal'd, Their treasons all betray'd: Praise to the God that broke the snare Their cursed hands had laid.]

In vain the busy sons of hell Still new rebellions try, Their souls shall pine with envious rage, And vex away and die.

Almighty grace defends our land From their malicious power, Let Britain with united songs Almighty grace adore.

Hymn 2:93. God all, and in all, Psalm 73. 25.

My God, my life, my love, To thee, to thee I call, I cannot live if thou remove, For thou art all in all.

[Thy shining grace can cheer, This dungeon where I dwell; 'Tis paradise when thou art here; If thou depart, 'tis hell.]

[The smilings of thy face, How amiable they are! 'Tis heaven to rest in thine embrace, And no where else but there.]

[To thee, and thee alone, The angels owe their bliss; They sit around thy gracious throne, And dwell where Jesus is.]

[Not all the harps above Can make a heavenly place, If God his residence remove, Or but conceal his face.]

Nor earth nor all the sky Can one delight afford; No not a drop of real joy, Without thy presence, Lord.

Thou art the sea of love, Where all my pleasures roll, The circle where my passions move, And centre of my soul.

[To thee my spirits fly With infinite desire; And yet how far from thee I lie! Dear Jesus, raise me higher!]

Hymn 2:94. God my only happiness, Psalm 73. 25.

My God, my portion, and my love, My everlasting all, I've none but thee in heaven above, Or on this earthly ball.

[What empty things are all the skies, And this inferior clod! There's nothing here deserves my joys, There's nothing like my God.]

[In vain the bright, the burning sun Scatters his feeble light; 'Tis thy sweet beams create my noon; If thou withdraw, 'tis night.

And whilst upon my restless bed, Amongst the shades I roll, If my Redeemer shew his head 'Tis morning with my soul.]

To thee we owe our wealth and friends, And health, and safe abode; Thanks to thy Name for meaner things, But they are not my God.

How vain a toy is glittering wealth, If once compar'd to thee; Or what's my safety, or my health, Or all my friends to me?

Were I possessor of the earth, And call'd the stars my own Without thy graces and thyself I were a wretch undone.

Let others stretch their arms like seas, And grasp in all the shore, Grant me the visits of thy face, And I desire no more.

Hymn 2:95. Look on him whom they pierced, and mourn.

Infinite grief! amazing woe! Behold my bleeding Lord: Hell and the Jews conspir'd his death, And us'd the Roman sword.

O the sharp pangs of smarting pain My dear Redeemer bore, When knotty whips and ragged thorns His sacred body tore!

But knotty whips and ragged thorns In vain do I accuse; In vain I blame the Roman bands, And the more spiteful Jews.

'Twere you, my sins, my cruel sins, His chief tormentors were; Each of my crimes became a nail, And unbelief the spear.

'Twere you that pull'd the vengeance down Upon his guiltless head: Break, break, my heart, O burst mine eyes! And let my sorrows bleed.

Strike, mighty grace, my flinty soul, Till melting waters flow, And deep repentance drown mine eyes In undissembled woe.

Hymn 2:96. Distinguishing love; or, Angels punished and men saved.

Down headlong from their native skies The rebel angels fell, And thunderbolts of flaming wrath Pursu'd them deep to hell.

Down from the top of earthly bliss Rebellious man was hurl'd And Jesus stoop'd beneath the grave To reach a sinking world.

O love of infinite degree! Unmeasurable grace! Must heaven's eternal Darling die To save a traitorous race?

Must angels sink for ever down, And burn in quenchless fire, While God forsakes his shining throne To raise us wretches higher?

O for this love let earth and skies With hallelujahs ring, And the full choir of human tongues All hallelujah sing.

Hymn 2:97. The same.

From heaven the sinning angels fell, And wrath and darkness chain'd them down; But man, vile man, forsook his bliss, And mercy lifts him to a crown.

Amazing work of sovereign grace That could distinguish rebels so! Our guilty treasons call'd aloud For everlasting fetters too.

To thee, to thee, Almighty Love, Our souls, ourselves, our all we pay: Millions of tongues shall sound thy praise On the bright hills of heavenly day.

Hymn 2:98. Hardness of heart complained of.

My heart, how dreadful hard it is! How heavy here it lies, Heavy and cold within my breast Just like a rock of ice!

Sin like a raging tyrant sits Upon this flinty throne, And every grace lies buried deep Beneath this heart of stone.

How seldom do I rise to God, Or taste the joys above! This mountain presses down my faith, And chills my flaming love.

When smiling mercy courts my soul With all its heavenly charms, This stubborn, this relentless thing Would thrust it from my arms.

Against the thunders of thy word Rebellious I have stood, My heart it shakes not at the wrath And terrors of a God.

Dear Saviour, steep this rock of mine In thine own crimson sea: None but a bath of blood divine Can melt the flint away.

Hymn 2:99. The book of God's decrees.

Let the whole race of creatures lie Abas'd before their God; Whate'er his sovereign voice hath form'd He governs with a nod.

[Ten thousand ages ere the skies Were into motion brought, All the long years and worlds to come Stood present to his thought.]

[There's not a sparrow or a worm But's found in his decrees; He raises monarchs to their thrones, And sinks them as he please.]

If light attends the course I run, 'Tis he provides those rays; And 'tis his hand that hides my sun, If darkness cloud my days.

Yet I would not be much concern'd, Nor vainly long to see The volume of his deep decrees, What months are writ for me.

When he reveals the book of life, O, may I read my name Amongst the chosen of his love, The followers of the Lamb!

Hymn 2:100. The presence of Christ is the life of my soul.

[How full of anguish is the thought, How it distracts and tears my heart If God, at last, my sovereign Judge, Should frown, and bid my soul, "Depart!"]

Lord, when I quit this earthly stage, Where shall I fly but to thy breast? For I have sought no other home For I have learn'd no other rest.

I cannot live contented here, Without some glimpses of thy face; And heaven without thy presence there Would be a dark and tiresome place.

When earthly cares engross the day And hold my thoughts aside from thee, The shining hours of cheerful light Are long and tedious years to me.

And if no evening visit's paid Between my Saviour and my soul, How dull the night! how sad the shade! How mournfully the minutes roll!

This flesh of mine might learn as soon To live, yet part with all my blood; To breathe when vital air is gone, Or thrive and grow without my food.

[Christ is my light, my life, my care, My blessed hope, my heavenly prize, Dearer than all my passions are, My limbs, my bowels, or my eyes.

The strings that twine about my heart, Tortures and racks may tear them off, But they can never, never part With their dear hold of Christ my love.]

[My God! and can an humble child That loves thee with a flame so high, Be ever from thy face exil'd Without the pity of thine eye?

Impossible—For thine own hands Have tied my heart so fast to thee; And in thy book the promise stands, That where thou art thy friends must be.

Hymn 2:101. The world's three great temptations.

When in the light of faith divine We look on things below, Honour, and gold, and sensual joy, How vain and dangerous too!

[Honour's a puff of noisy breath; Yet men expose their blood, And venture everlasting death To gain that airy good.

Whilst others starve the nobler mind, And feed on shining dust, They rob the serpent of his food T' indulge a sordid lust.]

The pleasures that allure our sense Are dangerous snares to souls; There's but a drop of flattering sweet, And dash'd with bitter bowls.

God is mine all-sufficient good, My portion and my choice; In him my vast desires are fill'd, And all my powers rejoice.

In vain the world accosts my ear, And tempts my heart anew; I cannot buy your bliss so dear, Nor part with heaven for you.

Hymn 2:102. A happy resurrection.

No, I'll repine at death no more, But with a cheerful gasp resign To the cold dungeon of the grave These dying, withering limbs of mine.

Let worms devour my wasting flesh, And crumble all my bones to dust, My God shall raise my frame anew At the revival of the just.

Break, sacred morning, thro' the skies, Bring that delightful, dreadful day, Cut short the hours, dear Lord, and come, Thy lingering wheels, how long they stay!

[Our weary spirits faint to see The light of thy returning face, And hear the language of those lips Where God has shed his richest grace.]

Haste then upon the wings of love, Rouse all the pious sleeping clay, That we may join in heavenly joys, And sing the triumph of the day.

Hymn 2:103. Christ's commission, John 3. 16 17.

Come happy souls, approach your God With new melodious songs; Come, render to almighty grace The tribute of your tongues.

So strange, so boundless was the love That pity'd dying men, The Father sent his equal Son To give them life again.

Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not arm'd With a revenging rod, No hard commission to perform The vengeance of a God.

But all was mercy, all was mild, And wrath forsook the throne, When Christ on the kind errand came, And brought salvation down.

Here, sinners, you may heal your wounds, And wipe your sorrows dry; Trust in the mighty Saviour's Name, And you shall never die.

See, dearest Lord our willing souls Accept thine offer'd grace; We bless the great Redeemer's love, And give the Father praise.

Hymn 2:104. The same.

Raise your triumphant songs To an immortal tune, Let the wide earth resound the deeds Celestial grace has done.

Sing how eternal love Its chief beloved chose, And bid him raise our wretched race From their abyss of woes.

His hand no thunder bears, Nor terror clothes his brow, No bolts to drive our guilty souls To fiercer flames below.

'Twas mercy fill'd the throne, And wrath stood silent by, When Christ was sent with pardons down To rebels doom'd to die.

Now, sinners, dry your tears, Let hopeless sorrow cease; Bow to the sceptre of his love, And take the offer'd peace.

Lord we obey thy call; We lay an humble claim To the salvation thou hast brought, And love and praise thy Name.

Hymn 2:105. Repentance flowing from the patience of God.

And are we wretches yet alive? And do we yet rebel? 'Tis boundless, 'tis amazing love That bears us up from hell!

The burden of our weighty guilt Would sink us down to flames, And threatening vengeance rolls above To crush our feeble frames.

Almighty goodness cries, "Forbear;" And straight the thunder stays; And dare we now provoke his wrath, And weary out his grace?

Lord, we have long abus'd thy love, Too long indulg'd our sin; Our aching hearts e'en bleed to see What rebels we have been.

No more, ye lusts, shall ye command, No more will we obey; Stretch out, O God, thy conquering hand, And drive thy foes away.

Hymn 2:106. Repentance at the cross.

Oh, if my soul was form'd for woe, How would I vent my sighs! Repentance should like rivers flow From both my streaming eyes.

'Twas for my sins, my dearest Lord Hung on the cursed tree, And groan'd away a dying life, For thee, my soul, for thee.

O how I hate those lusts of mine That crucify'd my God, Those sins that pierc'd and nail'd his flesh Fast to the fatal wood!

Yes, my Redeemer, they shall die, My heart has so decreed, Nor will I spare the guilty things That made my Saviour bleed.

Whilst with a melting broken heart My murder'd Lord I view, I'll raise revenge against my sins, And slay the murderers too.

Hymn 2:107. The everlasting absence of God intolerable.

That awful day will surely come, Th' appointed hour makes haste, When I must stand before my Judge, And pass the solemn test.

Thou lovely chief of all my joys, Thou sovereign of my heart, How could I bear to hear thy voice Pronounce the sound, "Depart?"

[The thunder of that dismal word, Would so torment my ear, 'Twould tear my soul asunder, Lord, With most tormenting fear.]

[What, to be banish'd from my life, And yet forbid to die! To linger in eternal pain, Yet death for ever fly!]

O wretched state of deep despair, To see my God remove, And fix my doleful station where I must not taste his Love.

Jesus, I throw my arms around, And hang upon thy breast; Without a gracious smile from thee My spirit cannot rest.

O tell me that my worthless name Is graven on thy hands; Shew me some promise in thy book Where my salvation stands!

[Give me one kind assuring word, To sink my fears again, And cheerfully my soul shall wait Her threescore years and ten.]

Hymn 2:108. Access to the throne of grace by a Mediator.

Come, let us lift our joyful eyes Up to the courts above, And smile to see our Father there Upon a throne of love.

Once 'twas a seat of dreadful wrath, And shot devouring flame; Our God appear'd consuming fire, And vengeance was his name.

Rich were the drops of Jesus' blood, That calm'd his frowning face, That sprinkled o'er the burning throne, And turn'd the wrath to grace.

Now we may bow before his feet, And venture near the Lord; No fiery cherub guards his seat, Nor double-flaming sword.

The peaceful gates of heavenly bliss Are open'd by the Son; High let us raise our notes of praise, And reach th' Almighty throne.

To thee ten thousand thanks we bring Great Advocate on high: And glory to th' eternal King That lays his fury by.

Hymn 2:109. The darkness of providence.

Lord, we adore thy vast designs, Th' obscure abyss of providence, Too deep to sound with mortal lines Too dark to view with feeble sense.

Now thou array'st thine awful face In angry frowns, without a smile; We thro' the cloud believe thy grace, Secure of thy compassion still.

Thro' seas and storms of deep distress We sail by faith and not by sight; Faith guides us in the wilderness Through all the briers and the night.

Dear Father, if thy lifted rod Resolve to scourge us here below, Still we must lean upon our God, Thine arm shall bear us safely thro'.

Hymn 2:110. Triumph over death in hope of the resurrection.

And must this body die? This mortal frame decay? And must these active limbs of mine Lie mouldering in the clay?

Corruption, earth and worms, Shall but refine this flesh, Till my triumphant spirit comes To put it on afresh.

God my Redeemer lives, And often from the skies Looks down, and watches all my dust, Till he shall bid it rise.

Array'd in glorious grace Shall these vile bodies shine, And every shape and every face Look heavenly and divine.

These lively hopes we owe To Jesus' dying love; We would adore his grace below, And sing his power above.

Dear Lord, accept the praise Of these our humble songs, Till tunes of nobler sound we raise With our immortal tongues.

Hymn 2:111. Thanksgiving for victory; or, God's dominion and our deliverance.

Zion rejoice, and Judah sing; The Lord assumes his throne; Let Britain own the heavenly King, And make his glories known.

The great, the wicked, and the proud, From their high seats are hurl'd; Jehovah rides upon a cloud, And thunders thro' the world.

He reigns upon th' eternal hills, Distributes mortal crowns, Empires are fix'd beneath his smiles, And totter at his frowns.

Navies, that rule the ocean wide, Are vanquish'd by his breath; And legions arm'd with power and pride Descend to watery death.

Let tyrants make no more pretence To vex our happy land; Jehovah's Name is our defence, Our buckler is his hand.

[Long may the King our Sovereign live To rule us by his word; And all the honours he can give Be offer'd to the Lord.]

Hymn 2:112. Angels ministering to Christ and saints.

Great God, to what a glorious height Hast thou advanc'd the Lord thy Son! Angels, in all their robes of light, Are made the servants of his throne.

Before his feet their armies wait, And swift as flames of fire they move, To manage his affairs of state In works of vengeance or of love.

His orders run thro' all their hosts, Legions descend at his command To shield and guard the British coasts, When foreign rage invades our land.

Now they are sent to guide our feet Up to the gates of thine abode, Thro' all the dangers that we meet In travelling the heavenly road.

Lord, when I leave this mortal ground, And thou shall bid me rise and come, Send a beloved angel down Safe to conduct my spirit home.

Hymn 2:113. The same.

The majesty of Solomon! How glorious to behold The servants waiting round his throne, The ivory and the gold.

But, mighty God, thy palace shines With far superior beams; Thine angel-guards are swift as winds, Thy ministers are flames.

[Soon as thine only Son had made His entrance on this earth, A shining army downward fled To celebrate his birth.

And when oppress'd with pains and fears On the cold ground he lies, Behold a heavenly form appears T' allay his agonies.]

Now to the hands of Christ our King Are all their legions given; They wait upon his saints, and bring His chosen heirs to heaven.

Pleasure and praise run thro' their host To see a sinner turn; Then Satan has a captive lost, And Christ a subject born.

But there's an hour of brighter joy, When he his angels sends Obstinate rebels to destroy, And gather in his friends.

O! could I say, without a doubt, There shall my soul be found, Then let the great archangel shout, And the last trumpet sound.

Hymn 2:114. Christ's death, victory and dominion.

I sing my Saviour's wondrous death; He conquer'd when he fell: 'Tis finish'd, said his dying breath, And shook the gates of hell.

'Tis finish'd, our Immanuel cries, The dreadful work is done; Hence shall his sovereign throne arise, His kingdom is begun.

His cross a sure foundation laid For glory and renown, When thro' the regions of the dead He pass'd to reach the crown.

Exalted at his Father's side Sits our victorious Lord; To heaven and hell his hands divide The vengeance or reward.

The saints from his propitious eye Await their several crowns, And all the sons of darkness fly The terror of his frowns.

Hymn 2:115. God the avenger of his saints; or, His kingdom.

High as the heavens above the ground Reigns the Creator God; Wide as the whole creation's bound Extends his awful rod.

Let princes of exalted state To him ascribe their crown, Render their homage at his feet, And cast their glories down.

Know that his kingdom is supreme, Your lofty thoughts are vain; He calls you gods, that awful name, But ye must die like men.

Then let the sovereigns of the globe Not dare to vex the just; He puts on vengeance like a robe, And treads the worms to dust.

Ye judges of the earth, be wise, And think on heaven with fear; The meanest saint that you despise Has an avenger there.

Hymn 2:116. Mercies and thanks.

How can I sink with such a prop As my eternal God, Who bears the earth's huge pillars up, And spreads the heavens abroad?

How can I die while Jesus lives, Who rose and left the dead? Pardon and grace my soul receives From mine exalted head.

All that I am, and all I have Shall be for ever thine, Whate'er my duty bids me give My cheerful hands resign.

Yet if I might make some reserve, And duty did not call, I love my God with zeal so great That I should give him all.

Hymn 2:117. Living and dying with God present.

I cannot bear thine absence, Lord, My life expires if thou depart; Be thou, my heart, still near my God, And thou, my God, be near my heart.

I was not born for earth and sin, Nor can I live on things so vile; Yet I would stay my Father's time, And hope and wait for heaven a while.

Then, dearest Lord, in thine embrace Let me resign my fleeting breath, And with a smile upon my face Pass the important hour of death.

Hymn 2:118. The priesthood of Christ.

Blood has a voice to pierce the skies Revenge, the blood of Abel cries; But the dear stream when Christ was slain Speaks Peace as loud from ev'ry vein.

Pardon and peace from God on high, Behold he lays his vengeance by, And rebels that deserv'd his sword, Become the favourites of the Lord.

To Jesus let our praises rise, Who gave his life a sacrifice; Now he appears before his God, And for our pardon pleads his blood.

Hymn 2:119. The holy scriptures.

Laden with guilt, and full of fears, I fly to thee, my Lord, And not a glimpse of hope appears, But in thy written word.

The volume of my Father's grace Does all my griefs assuage: Here I behold my Saviour's face Almost in every page.

[This is the field where hidden lies The pearl of price unknown, That merchant is divinely wise Who makes the pearl his own.]

[Here consecrated water flows To quench my thirst of sin; Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, Nor danger dwells therein.]

This is the Judge that ends the strife, Where wit and reason fail; My guide to everlasting life, Thro' all this gloomy vale.

O may thy counsels, mighty God, My roving feet command; Nor I forsake the happy road That leads to thy right-hand.

Hymn 2:120. The law and gospel joined in scripture.

The Lord declares his will, And keeps the world in awe; Amidst the smoke on Sinai's hill Breaks out his fiery law.

The Lord reveals his face, And smiling from above, Sends down the gospel of his grace, Th' epistles of his love.

These sacred words impart Our Maker's just commands; The pity of his melting heart, And vengeance of his hands.

[Hence we awake our fear, We draw our comfort hence; The arms of grace are treasur'd here, And armour of defence.

We learn Christ crucify'd, And here behold his blood: All arts and knowledges beside Will do us little good.]

We read the heavenly word, We take the offer'd grace, Obey the statutes of the Lord, And trust his promises.

In vain shall Satan rage Against a book divine; Where wrath and lightning guard the page, Where beams of mercy shine.

Hymn 2:121. The law and gospel distinguished.

The law commands, and makes us know What duties to our God we owe; But 'tis the gospel must reveal Where lies our strength to do his will.

The law discovers guilt and sin, And shews how vile our hearts have been; Only the gospel can express Forgiving love and cleansing grace.

What curses doth the law denounce Against the man that fails but once! But in the gospel Christ appears Pardoning the guilt of numerous years.

My soul, no more attempt to draw Thy life and comfort from the law, Fly to the hope the gospel gives; The man that trusts the promise lives.

Hymn 2:122. Retirement and meditation.

My God, permit me not to be A stranger to myself and thee; Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove Forgetful of my highest love.

Why should my passions mix with earth, And thus debase my heavenly birth? Why should I cleave to things below, And let my God, my Saviour go?

Call me away from flesh and sense, One sovereign word can draw me thence; I would obey the voice divine, And all inferior joys resign.

Be earth with all her scenes withdrawn, Let noise and vanity be gone; In secret silence of the mind, My heaven, and there my God I find.

Hymn 2:123. The benefit of public ordinances.

Away from every mortal care, Away from earth our souls retreat; We leave this worthless world afar, And wait and worship near thy seat.

Lord, in the temple of thy grace We see thy feet, and we adore; We gaze upon thy lovely face, And learn the wonders of thy power.

While here our various wants we mourn, United groans ascend on high, And prayer bears a quick return Of blessings in variety.

[If Satan rage and sin grow strong, Here we receive some cheering word; We gird the gospel armour on To fight the battles of the Lord.

Or if our spirit faints and dies, (Our conscience gall'd with inward stings) Here doth the righteous sun arise With healing beams beneath his wings.]

Father, my soul would still abide Within thy temple, near thy side; But if my feet must hence depart Still keep thy dwelling in my heart.