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Spiritual Melody

Containing near Three Hundred Sacred Hymns. By Benjamin Keach
  
  

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HYMN 40.
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HYMN 40.

[There is a Sun, there is but one]

Mal. 4. 2. The Sun of righteousness shall arise with healing under his wings.

[The First Part.]

There is a Sun, there is but one
To light the Universe;
Beside thy self, O Lord, there's none
Who can enlighten us.
Thou art the Fountain of true Light,
Nay, all light is from thee;

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As thou art God omnipotent,
Cloathed in Majesty.
All light of grace which Saints receive
From thee, Lord, does it flow;
Few Men who in this world do live,
Alas, are lighted so.
What clearer is there than the Sun?
O what can brighter shine?
Thy glory, O most holy One,
Exceds, it is divine.
Most splendant rays do sparkle forth,
Which dazles every eye;
Thy beams are brighter than the Sun
That shines so gloriously.
Thou art the Soul of all the World,
By thee all Creatures live;
All things together would be hurl'd,
If life thou didst not give.
We see the Earth and Heaven too,
Thou dost uphold them all;
If thou should'st once let go thy hold,
Together down they'd fall.

The second Part.

Thou like the Sun communicates
Thy glorious influence
Of grace and goodness to thy Saints,
Thou hast preheminence.

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What a dark world would this be
Were there no Sun to shine?
What darkness, Lord, ah! should we see,
Had we no beams of thine?
'Tis thou that dost expell away
Dark vapours of the night;
Thick mists and fogs they all do fly
When thou appear'st in sight,
Most pow'rfully dost thou expell
The darkness that's within;
And makes the soul in light to dwell,
By vanquishing our sin.
Thou mak'st a sweet and lovely day
When once thou dost arise;
And dries up th'filth that in our way
Did lye before our eyes.
'Tis thou who makes a lovely spring;
Those things which seemed dead,
VVhen thou draw'st near are flourishing,
And forth their glories spread.
VVithout thy influences, Lord,
Thy Veg'atives can't grow;
Till thou dost life to us afford,
No fruit from us can flow.
Let all who on the earth do dwell,
Sing with a chearful voice;
The praise of Jesus let them tell,
And in this Sun rejoyce.

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The Third Part.

O Lord, until that thou dost shine,
No heat within have we;
All spiritual warmth's from beams of thine,
All true joy is from thee.
The Sun does heal as well as warm,
And when thou dost arise,
VVe need not fear no kind of harm
From inward enemies.
For thy sweet wings fresh healing brings,
Our hearts to mollifie;
And to those Souls who feel Death's sting,
A plaister dost apply.
According as the matter is
On which the Sun does shine;
So doth it always operate,
So do those rays of thine
To one whose heart thou hast made soft
Thy word a favour is
Of life unto life, but to some
Savour of death 'tis.
The Sun doth ripen things we see
To bring the harvest on;
So we are ripen'd, Lord, by thee,
And for thee, every one.
Thus do thy glories, Lord, appear,
By these things we may know

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VVhat rare perfections in thee are,
And from thee also flow.
Therefore thy praises we will sing,
Enliv'ned with thy rays;
And will exalt our glorious King
Until we end our days.