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The Golden Alphabet
Author: J. C. Jacobi Hymnal: PGTG1756 #110 (1732) Person Name: J. C. Jacobi First Line: Alone in God put thou thy trust Lyrics: I. Alone in God put thou thy Trust:
Who trusts in Man, depends on Dust.
There's None but God to's Promise just.
The Old Simplicity is lost.
II. Beware of Losing thy good Name,
Fro Credit's of a tender Frame:
By Pain and Labour 'tis achiev'd;
Once lost, can seldom be retriev'd.
III. Chatting avoid, but rather hear,
Wilt thou with any Grace appear.
Grave Silence meets with sure Respect;
But Prating always with Neglect.
IV. Despise thy self; respect the Great,
T'avoid their Wrath and thy Defeat;
Wilt thou find Comfort in Distress?
The Meanest treat with Gentleness.
V. Expel all haughty Thoughts, and flee
Those Scandals of Prosperity.
The Lord thy Plenty doth bestow
To make thee great and humble too.
VI. Fear thou the Lord, and prize him more
Than radiant Gold and richest Oar:
Gold may be spent, but Godly Fear
Is a rich Store will ne'er impair.
VII. Give to the Lord with chearful Heart,
When God his Blessings doth impart;
Lest thou should'st meet the woful Fate,
Which CHRIST of DIVES did relate.
VII. Hast thou receiv'd a Benefit?
With Gratefulness thy self acquit.
Pity sincere do thou express
When thou se'est others in Distress.
IX. In Labour spend thy youthful Age;
That brings a goodly Heritage:
Hard Work's unfit for Silver-Hair,
When Weakness multiplies thy Care.
X. Kind be to All, yet trust but Few;
Pretended Friendship bid Adieu;
Think on the Word, found true of Old,
What glisters is not always Gold.
XI. Let no Disturbance seize thy Heart,
When frowning Fortune seems to thrwart:
A hard Beginning, when it ends,
Will make thee more than full Amends.
XII. Master thy Chol'ric Thoughts within;
Be angry, but commit no Sin;
For Wrath bespeaks thee Satan's Slave,
Who can't discern what's true of safe.
XIII. Ne'er be asham'd to live and learn,
If thou wilt mind thy main Concern:
Wise Men make ev'ry Place their HOme;
But Sluggards strave, where'er they come.
XIV. One Party hear, but thine Applause
Defer, till thou know'st th'other's Cause:
Be just, for Prejudice misguides;
There's often Faults on both the Sides.
XV. Pride dates its first Original
From Lucifer's and Adam's Fall:
Are Many lost by Wind and Tide?
More suffer Shipwreck by their Pride.
XVI. Quote Nothing, but what edifies;
A false Report soon grows and dies.
A Gentleman well bread and born,
Gives all he hears a loving Turn.
XVII. Rely in all thine Exigence
On thy Creator's Providence:
None is forsaken by the Lord,
Whose Life is guided by his Word.
XVIII. Short is thy Time; Tide stays for None;
The World's a Flash, that soon is gone.
Be not beguil'd with sensual Charms;
Thy Life's at Stake in Dinah's Arms.
XIX. Thou must continue doing Good;
But still expect to be withstood:
What Action know'st thou ever done,
Which was approv'd by Ev'ry one.
XX. Upon no Riches set thy Heart,
Lest it shou'd break, if they depart:
That Man is wise, whose Heart is there,
Where never fading Treasures are.
XXI. Will Any one contend with thee?
Be rather mute than disagree.
One Contradiction raises Ten,
And they wilt end, you know not when.
XXII. Xerxes, relying on his Host,
Was baffled in his haughty Boast.
Art thou at War? rely on God,
Who bringeth Peace, and brings the Rod.
XXIII. Young thy Creator learn to fear,
Wilt thou thy Course most wisely steer.
Thy future Harvest will be seen,
Such as thy Life and Seed have been.
XXIV. Zeal for thy God prolongs thy Days.
Be circumspect in all thy Ways.
Things done without a wise Forecast
Have ruin'd Multitudes at last. Languages: English
The Golden Alphabet
Eternity, delightful Sound!
Author: J. C. Jacobi; Caspar Heunisch Hymnal: PGTG1756 #209 (1732) Person Name: J. C. Jacobi Lyrics: I. Eternity, delightful Sound!
Where real Joys are to be found,
And Scenes of endless Glory!
O Life! where Pleasures ever roll,
Thy Foretaste entertains my Soul
With Bliss not transitory.
Come All, who long for Heav'n on Earth,
You'll find it in the Second Birth.
II. The Glories of this present World
By Time and Tide are toss'd and hurl'd
Down to their full Destructions.
Look up, my soul, th'eternal Hills,
Where Pleasures glide on Chrystal Rills
With ever now Productions;
For, as the blest Apostles say,
That Bliss admits of no Decay.
III. Eternity! thy endless Length
Inspires my soul with Christian Strength
To bear these short Afflictions,
Consid'ring thine eternal Bliss,
I slight this World's Calamities
And constant Contradictions;
Whilst there I fix my longing Soul,
Where blissful years for ever roll.
IV. If you wou'd balance all the Pain
And Torments of the Martyrs slain,
E'en from the Fall of ADAM,
With that surpassing glorious Prize
Reserv'd for Saints to fathom,
They wou'd be found too light and frail
To move, much less to turn the Scale.
V. Reflect upon the dreadful Coasts
Of Hell, and all the frightful Ghosts
Tormenting one another!
Where num'rous Crouds of Sinners lye:
Tortur'd with keen Despair they try
Their Consciences to smother.
O! what surprizing Grace is this,
Which frees us from that dark Abyss!
VI. In Heav'n our happy Eyes and Ears
Shall still enjoy, for endless Years,
Transcending Scenes of Pleasure;
There all the Saints of God rejoice;
They love and sing with Heart and Voice
The Praise of God, their Treasure:
There CHRIST reveals a greater Store
Of Bliss, than they conceiv'd before.
VII. How do I long and faint to see
The Courts of blest Eternity
In all their glorious Beauty!
I'd part with all the Joys of Sense,
Take Wings of Faith and fly from hence
To the Reward of Duty.
If Thought alone gives such Delight,
What must th' Enjoyment of thy Sight!
VIII. Away with all the Dreams of Time:
Away what Worldlings call sublime:
Away with sinful Pleasure:
Away with all the golden Dust:
What Thieves may steal, or Time can rust;
I long for greater Treasure;
Nothing created can suffice
A soul, made for eternal Joys.
IX. Eternity! delightful Sound!
Where real Joys are to be found
And Scenes of endless Glory!
O Life, where Pleasures ever roll!
Thy Foretaste entertains my Soul
With Bliss not transitory.
O JESU, fix this Sense in me,
Till thou reveal'st Eternity. Topics: Heaven and the Heavenly Jerusalem Languages: English
Eternity, delightful Sound!
