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Behold the Rose of Sharon here
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #560 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Doubts and fears suppressed; Fears and doubts suppressed; Health sickness, and recovery; Death deliverance from it; Deliverance from death; Deliverance from slander; Reproach removed; Slander, deliverance from it Lyrics:
Behold the Rose of Sharon here,
The Lily which the valleys bear;
Behold the Tree of Life, that gives
Refreshing fruit and healing leaves.
Amongst the thorns so lilies shine;
Amongst wild gourds the noble vine;
So in mine eyes my Savior proves,
Amidst a thousand meaner loves.
Beneath his cooling shade I sat,
To shield me from the burning heat;
Of heav'ly fruit he spreads a feast,
To feed mine eyes and please my taste.
[Kindly he brought me to the place
Where stands the banquet of his grace;
He saw me faint, and o'er my head
The banner of his love he spread.
With living bread and gen'rous wine,
He cheers this sinking heart of mine;
And op'ning his own heart to me,
He shows his thoughts how kind they be.]
O never let my Lord depart;
Lie down, and rest upon my heart;
I charge my sins not once to move,
Nor stir, nor wake, nor grieve my Love.
Scripture: Song of Solomon 2:1-4 Languages: English
Behold the Rose of Sharon here
How vast is the tribute I owe
Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #678 (1828) Meter: Irregular Topics: On recovering from disease; Sickness and Recovery Lyrics: 1 How vast is the tribute I owe
Of gratitude, homage, and praise
To the giver of all I possess,
The life and the length of my days!
2 When the sorrows I boded were come,
I pour'd out my sighs and my tears;
And to him, who alone can relieve,
My soul breath'd her vows and her pray'rs.
3 When my heart throbb'd with pain and alarm,
When paleness my cheek overspread,
When sickness pervaded my frame;--
Then my soul on my Maker was staid.
4 When death's awful image was nigh,
And no mortal was able to save;
Thou didst brighten the valley of death,
And illumine the gloom of the grave.
5 In mercy thy presence dispels
the shades of calamity's night,
And turns the sad scene of despair
to a morning of joy and delight.
6 Great source of my comforts restor'd!
Thou healer and balm of my woes!
Thou hope an desire of my soul!
On thy mercy I'll ever repose.
7 How boundless the gratitude due
To thee, O thou God of my praise!
The fountain of all I possess,
The life and the light of my days!
How vast is the tribute I owe
I love the Lord; he heard my cries
Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #680 (1828) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: God delivereth his saints from affliction; Sickness and Recovery Lyrics: 1 I love the Lord; he heard my cries,
And pity'd ev'ry groan:
Long as I live, when troubles rise,
I’ll hasten to his throne.
2 I love the Lord; he bow'd his ear,
And chas'd my griefs away:
O let my heart no more despair
While I have breath to pray!
3 Among the saints that fill thine house,
My off'ring shall be paid;
There shall my zeal perform the vows
My soul in anguish made.
4 The Lord beheld me sore distrest;
He bade my pains remove:
Return, my soul, to God, thy rest;
For thou hast known his love.
I love the Lord; he heard my cries
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