Hymn 153

LOrd, is there joy in Heav'n above
When Sinners turn to thee?
Let this our Souls affections move,
To long till it we see.

What cause of joy then hath that heart
Who with repenting tears
Unfeignedly cleaves unto thee,
And to thy ways adheres.!

Shall holy Angels, Lord, rejoyce
In our sweet happiness,
When all the good is unto us,
To them not more nor less?

In this they act, Lord, like to thee,
Who for our only good
Was sacrificed on the Tree,
To wash us in thy Blood:

And shall not we now learn of thee
To seek the good of others?
And with one heart strive to impart
All comfort to our Brothers?

Rejoyce with them that do rejoyce,
This duty let us love;
And then thy Will we shall fulfill
As Angels do above.

But what a low and carnal heart
Hath he, whoe're he be,
Who being full, will not impart
To those in misery!

To pity, and not to relieve,
Doth certainly declare
Such never did God's Grace receive
In truth, nor are sincere.

Acknowledg how you have transgress'd
Against the Lord your God,
And let it be with grief confess'd
What By-Paths you have trod;

For if we do our sins confess,
Faithful and Just is he,
From sin and all unrighteousness
To cleanse and set us free.