The joyous feast of Tabernacles followed the day of atonement, and on this occasion the people, having entered, by deep sorrow, into the humiliation of the atonement, were all the more ready to enjoy the delights of the after feast. They kept it after a better fashion than in any former period. Let us also keep the feast, for our sins have been put away by our great Substitute. Let us joyfully sojourn here below in these frail tabernacles till we enter into our house eternal in the heavens.
O my soul, what means this sadness?
Wherefore art thou thus cast down?
Let thy griefs be turned to gladness,
Bid thy restless fears be gone:
Look to Jesus,
And rejoice in his dear name.
Oh that I could now adore him,
Like the heavenly host above,
Who for ever bow before him,
And unceasing sing his love!
When shall I your chorus join?
Thou shalt arise, and mercy have
Upon thy Sion yet;
The time to favour her is come,
The time that thou hast set.
For in her rubbish and her stones
Thy servants pleasure take;
Yea, they the very dust thereof
Do favour for her sake.
When Sion by the mighty Lord
Built up again shall be,
Then shall her gracious God appear
In glorious majesty.
Oft in sorrow, oft in woe,
Onward, Christians, onward go;
Fight the fight, maintain the strife,
Strengthen’d with the bread of life.
Let your drooping hearts be glad;
March in heavenly armour clad;
Fight, nor think the battle long,
Soon shall victory tune your song.
Let not sorrow dim your eye,
Soon shall every tear be dry;
Let not fears your course impede,
Great your strength if great your need.
Onward, then, to glory move,
More than conquerors ye shall prove;
Though opposed by many a foe,
Christian soldiers, onward go.
Now doth my soul resolve indeed
To wound her Lord no more;
Hence from my heart, ye sins, begone,
For Jesus I adore.
Furnish me, Lord, with heav’nly arms
From grace’s magazine,
And I’ll proclaim eternal war
With every darling sin.
No more, ye lusts, shall ye command,
No more will I obey;
Stretch out, O God, thy conqu’ring hand,
And drive thy foes away!
Look upon me, Lord, I pray thee,
Let thy Spirit dwell in mine;
Thou hast sought me, thou hast bought me,
Only thee to know I pine.
Let me find thee!
Take my heart, and own me thine!
Nought I ask for, nought I strive for,
But thy grace so rich and free;
That thou givest whom thou lovest,
And who truly cleave to thee.
Let me find thee!
He hath all things who hath thee.