That all my powers, with all their | By eternal mercy moved: JESUS, my highest treasure, I have to thee assign'd, Because thou by thy passion Hast heal'd my sin-sick mind. 2. O joy, all joys exceeding! Thou Bread most heavenly, When I on thee am feeding, Thou dost me satisfy With marrow and with fatness, With comfort, joy, and peace, And fill my heart with gladness, Assuaging my distress. 3. Let me perceive thy friendly, Thy cheering countenance; Spread thro' my heart its kindly, Enlivening influence; Without thee, gracious Saviour, To live is nought but pain; To enjoy thy love and favour Is happiness and gain. 4. Earth's glory to inherit Is not what I desire; My heavenly-minded spirit Glows with a nobler fire: Where Christ himself appeareth In brightest majesty, For me a place prepareth, There, there I long to be. 390.* S. Liscov. JESUS is my light most fair; He alone is my delight, He hath overcome me quite. 2. Round his pierced feet I'll cling, 3. But himself I must behold, 4. Thou in grace hast look'd on me, 391.* C. F. Richter, (ad.) T. 39. (nion; 3. He is mine, and I am his, Join'd with him in close commuAnd his bitter passion is The foundation of this union: Full of hopes which never yield, Firm on him, my rock, I build. 4. O the happy hours I spend With him in bless'd conversation; He's my near and faithful friend, Full of grace, peace, and salvation: From the look at Jesus' wounds Pure delight to me redounds. 5. With my Jesus I will stay, He my soul preserves and feedeth; He, the life, the truth, the way, Me to living waters leadeth: Blessed who can say with me, Christ, I'll never part with thee. C. Keymann. DEAR Jesus, when I think on thee, My heart for joy doth leap in me; Thy blest remembrance yields delight, But far more blest will be the sight. 2. When thou art near, I must conI feel a bliss I can't express: (fess, Thy love, my Saviour, ne'er can cloy, (joy. Fountain of bliss and source of 3. Let me by faith behold thy face, Still taste thy love and share thy grace: (name, Still let my tongue confess thy And Jesus be my constant theme. 4. Thy love and mercies all exceed; The more I on these dainties feed, The more my eager soul is bent To live but in this element. DEAREST JESUS, come to me, Friend of needy sinners, come, 'TIS evident that Jesus loves, 2. O may I in his love be blest, Z. WHEN duly I weigh, 2. I own the fault mine: 3. As Mary ador'd 4. As Thomas with awe, And cried with conviction, "My 5. As Peter replied, 66 My heart thou dost prove, 6. So may I, each day, 398.* (increase. Cammerhof. T. 45. WHAT splendid rays of truth and grace, All other lights excelling, Makes my heart his dwelling. 3. His looks of grace insure always here From him, my soul's beloved, Is, that my heart's confidence In him be unmoved. TEN thousand talents once I ow'd, And nothing had to pay; 5. Could I with him-spend all my 3. My guilt is cancell'd quite, I time, O COULD we but love that Sa- How our spirit, soul, and body And satisfaction made; (know, But the vast debt of love I owe Can never be repaid. 4. The love I owe for sin forgiv'n, For power to believe, (heaven, For present peace, and promis'd No angel can conceive. 5. That love of thine, thou sinners' Witness thy bleeding heart, Such poor returns again. (take 7. 'Tis well-it shall my glory be, (Let who will boast their store,) In time and in eternity 66 To owe thee more and more. HARK, my soul, it is the Lord; Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee, 'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word; 'Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me? 2. "I deliver'd thee, when bound, And when bleeding, heal'd thy wound; (right, Sought thee wandering, set thee z. Turn'd thy darkness into light. 3. "Can a woman's tender care 4. " Mine is an unchanging love, And fix and root me in the grace, So dearly bought with blood. 2. O tell me often of each wound, Of every grief and pain; And let my heart with joy confess, From hence comes all my gain. 3. For thee, O may I freely count Whate'er I have but loss; And every name, and every thing, Compar'd with thee, but dross. 4. Engrave this deeply in my heart, That thou for me wast slain; Then shall I, in my small degree, Return thy love again. XXIII. BROTHERLY LOVE, AND UNION OF SPIRIT. 403. T. 11. THEY who Jesus' followers are, 2. From their being join'd in one, 3. None in his own wisdom trusts, And when fitly, without strife 5. Meek they are to all mankind, 4. They're delighted, when they all 8. May it to the world appear, With one voice on Jesus call; That we thy disciples are, |