CHRISTIAN SONGS, Part III

Thy love makes us count all things los To scorned poverty gives charms; Makes martyrs bold ev'n on the cross, And, singing triumph, reach thy arms.

2 When thy love glows upon the heart, Disgrace forgets her shocking name, Afflictions lose their deadly smart, And Patience smiles amidst the flame;

3 Salvation sounds from racks and stakes, Hope blunts the sword's devouring edge; Severest torture joy partakes, Of heav'nly bliss the welcome pledge.

4 Broad heav'n and earth shall sing of thee, And their melodious numbers raise: We'll make thy name rememb'red be, Th' eternal centre of all praise.

5 Sing all ye bright angelic pow'rs; Ye sons of Mercy, praise your King; The burden of the song is yours: Let wide creation chorus sing.

6 And, O! to join that heav'nly strain, Admit poor us, who say no more, But, Jesus dy'd, and rose again; And all our toil for life is o'er.