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That all my powers, with all their | By eternal mercy moved :

He alone is my delight,
In thy sole glory may unite.' He hath overcome me quite.

J. Angelus.

2. Round his pierced feet I'll cling, 389.* T. 151. Him I seek with love most tender;

And accurs'd be everything, (der: JESUS, my highest treasure,

Which my seeking him would hinIn thy communion blest

Tell me nought of worldly fame, I find unsullied pleasure,

Tell me of his lovely name.
True happiness and rest:
Myself as an oblation

3. But himself I must behold, I have to thee assign’d,

To him I will make confession; Because thou by thy passion My defects are manifold,

last heal'd my sin-sick mind. But I trust to his compassion; 2. O joy, all joys exceeding!

For I cannot, will not rest, Thou Bread most heavenly,

Till he grants me my request. When I on thee am feeding, 4. Thou in grace hast look'd on me, Thou dost me satisfy

And with precious gifts hast With marrow and with fatness, Yet content I cannot be, (blessed;

With comfort, joy, and peace, Till I am of thee possessed : And fill my heart with gladness, Jesus, now upon me shine, Assuaging my distress.

Jesus, be thou ever mine. 3. Let me perceive thy friendly,

C. F. Richter, (ad.) Thy cheering countenance;

391.* Spread thro' my heart its kindly, Enlivening influence;

I'LL glory in nothing but only in Without thee, gracious Saviour,


(to release us; To live is nought but pain; As wounded and bruised from sin To enjoy thy love and favour

For he is my refuge, to him I'll Is happiness and gain.

cleave solely, 4. Earth's glory to inherit

Thus can I, like Enoch, in this Is not what I desire;

world live holy. My heavenly-minded spirit

2. What tho' the world foameth Glows with a nobler fire:

and rageth with fury, Where Christ himself appeareth

In nought but my crucified Jesus In brightest majesty,

I'll glory: For me a place prepareth,

Beside him my Saviour I'll know There, there I long to be.

nothing ever; 2. Liscov.

From him neither trials nor death 390.*

shall me sever. JESUS is my light most fair; 3. My Jesus is always desirous to He, the Father's well-beloved,

meet me,

(greet me: Left his throne, our griefs to share, Abounding in love, and in mercy to

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Above all I love him, for he is my

393.* treasure; (with pleasure. I humbly adore him and serve him DEAR Jesus, when I think on thee,

My heart for joy doth leap in me; 4. My heart's fix'd on Jesus whose Thy blest remembrance yields de

love is so tender; (render: light, My life and my all unto him I sur- But far more blest will be the sight. He is and remaineth my soul's 2. When thou art near, I must conmeditation,


I feel a bliss I can't express : (fess, My faith's only object, till my con- Thy love, my Saviour, ne'er can

J. Angelus.

(joy. 392.* T. 83. Fountain of bliss and source of JESUS will I never leave,

3. Let me hy faith behold thy face, He's the God of my salvation;

Still taste thy love and share thy Through his merits I receive


(name, Pardon, life, and consolation:

Still let my tongue confess thy All the powers of my mind

And Jesus be my constant theme. To my Saviour be resign’d. 4. Thy love and mercies all exceed;

The more I on these dainties feed, 2. Nought on earth can satisfy One desire which God inspireth;

The more my eager soul is bent

To live but in this element. Only Jesus can supply

Bernhardus. All my needy heart requireth: He all losses can retrieve,

5. Blest Jesus, what delicious fare, Him I'll therefore never leave. How sweet thy entertainments are;

Never did angels taste above 3. He is mine, and I am his,

Redeeming grace and dying love. Join'd with him in close commu

Watts. And his bitter passion is (nion; The foundation of this union :

394.* Full of hopes which never yield, DEAREST JESUS, come to me, Firm on him, my rock, I build.

And abide eternally ; 4. O the happy hours I spend

Friend of needy sinners, come, With him in bless'd conversation ; Fill and make my heart thy home. He's my near and faithful friend, 2. Oftentimes for thee I sigh, Full of grace, peace, and salvation: Nothing else can give me joy; From the look at Jesus' wounds

This is still my cry to thee: Pure delight to me redounds. Dearest Jesus, come to me. 5. With my Jesus I will stay, 3. Should I in earth's pleasures roll, He my soul preserves and feedeth; | None could satisfy my soul; He, the life, the truth, the way, Thee, O Jesus, I adore, Me to living waters leadeth:

Thou’rt my pleasure evermore.
Blessed who can say with me,
Christ, I'll never part with thee.

4. Jesus, thee alone I call
C. Keymann. / My beloved Friend, my All;

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T. 4.

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Nothing, whatso'er it be,

397.* Shall divide my heart with thee.

J. Angelus. WHEN duly I weigh,

How much day by day 395.* T. 15. Thee, Lord, I have tried,

My Friend ever faithful, who for GRACIOUS Redeemer, thou hast

me hast died ;To come to thee invited ; (me

2. I own the fault mine: Thy love, to love thee ardently, Hath my cold heart excited.

Thy patience divine,

Which clearly I trace, 2. Thy cross, thy shame, thy agony, With tears fills my eyes, with shame

Thy wounds and bitter passion, covers my face. Have wholly won my heart for thee, 3. As Mary ador'd And prompt my adoration.

Her Master and Lord, 3. The fire of love that burns within, When her thou didst greet,

Is that divine impression, And prostrate before thee, embraced That thou didst suffer for my sin, thy feet; And die for my transgression. 4. As Thomas with awe,

J. Angelus. Thy wounds when he saw,

His Saviour avow'd, 396.*

And cried with conviction, “My 'TIS evident that Jesus loves,

Lord and my God;" —
His death for us this fully proves; 5. As Peter replied,
He lov'd the world, a sinful race, His love being tried,
He loves the church, his flock of "My heart thou dost prove,

(ev'n me, Lord, thou knowest all things, thou He loves the children, yea, he loves know'st that I love;"Who nought desery'd but endless misery.

6. So may I, each day,

A clearer display 2. O may I in his love be blest,

Obtain of thy grace ;

(increase. Like John, reclining on his breast; Thus my love, o Jesus, to thee will And oft, like humble Magdalen,

Cammerbof. Adore the friend of sinful men, With longing heart attending at

398.* his feet,

(I meet.

WHAT splendid rays — of truth Till with a gracious look from him 3. I'll weep whene'er he's not to me All other lights excelling, What the most cordial friend can be; I perceive, when Jesus Christ Do I not always feel him nigh, Makes my heart his dwelling. And his reviving grace enjoy, Do I not in his sweet communion 2. He blesseth me — so sensibly, live, (comfort give.

That spirit, soul, and body Nought else to my poor soul can Can in him my Saviour joy,

Tho' quite poor and needy.

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and grace,

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3. His looks of grace insure always

400. To me my heavenly calling:

TEN thousand talents once I ow'd, Am I weak, his hand preserves

And nothing had to pay; Me, his child, from falling.

But Jesus freed me from the load, 4. My prayer sincere—while absent

And wash'd my debt away. here

2. Yet since the Lord forgave my From him, my soul's beloved,

And blotted out my score; (sin, Is, that my heart's confidence

Much more indebted I have been In him be unmoved.

Than e'er I was before. 5. Could I with him-spend all my 3. My guilt is cancelld quite, I time,

And satisfaction made; (know, In constant love's fruition,

But the vast debt of love I owe Infinitely happy then

Can never be repaid. Would be my condition.

4. The love I owe for sin forgiv'n, 6. Whene'er I mourn—and humbly For comfort to my Jesus, (turn For present peace, and promis’d

For power to believe, (heaven, This already is a proof

No angel can conceive. That he's near and gracious.

5. That love of thine, thou sinners' 7. They who have grace-our Sa Friend, viour's face

Witness thy bleeding heart, To seek on each occasion,

My little all can ne'er extend Never fail to be refreshed

To pay a thousandth part. With his consolation.

6. Nay more, Gregor.

the poor returns I I first from thee obtain; (make

And 't is of grace, that thou wilt 399.*

Such poor returns again. (take O COULD we but love that Sa- 7. 'Tis well-it shall my glory be, Who loves us so ardently, (viour, (Let who will boast their store,) As we ought, our souls would ever In time and in eternity Full of joy and comfort be:

To owe thee more and more. If we, by his love excited,

Newton. Could ourselves and all forget, Then with Jesus Christ united,

401. We should heaven anticipate.

HARK, my soul, it is the Lord ; 2. Did but Jesus' love and merit Fill our hearts both night and day, Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee,

'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word; And the unction of his Spirit All our thoughts and actions sway: 2. "I deliver’d thee, when bound,

"Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me? Might we all be ever ready Cheerfully to testify,

And when bleeding, heal'd thy How our spirit, soul, and body


(right, Do in God our Saviour joy.

Sought thee wandering, set thee z. Turn'd thy darkness into light.

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3. “Can a woman's tender care And fix and root me in the grace, Cease towards the child she bare ? So dearly bought with blood. Yea, she may forgetful be,

2. O tell me often of each wound, Yet will I remember thee.

Of every grief and pain; 4. " Mine is an unchanging love, And let my heart with joy confess, Higher than the heights above, From hence comes all my gain. Deeper than the depths beneath, Free and faithful, strong as death. 3. For thee, O may I freely count 5. “Thou shalt see my glory soon, And every name, and every thing,

Whate'er I have but lose;
When the work of grace is done,
Partner of my throne shall be ;

Compar'd with thee, but dross. Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?” | 4. Engrave this deeply in my heart, 6. Lord, it is my chief complaint,

That thou for me wast slain; That my love is weak and faint; Then shall I, in my small degree, Yet I love thee and adore,

Return thy love again. O for grace to love thee more. Cowper. 5. But who can pay that mighty 402.


Or equal love like thine? TEACH me yet more of thy blest My heart, by nature cold and Jead, ways,

To thankfulness incline. Thou slaughter'd Lamb of God;

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J. Hutton.


403. T. 11. And when fitly, without strife

Each his duty doth in life.
THEY who Jesus' followers are,
And enjoy his faithful care,

5. Meek they are to all mankind, By a mutual, hearty love,

To good offices inclin’d, Their belief in Jesus prove.

Ready, when revil'd, to bless,

Studious of the public peace. 2. From their being join'd in one, 6. Tender pity, love sincere By the faith of God's dear Son,

To their enemies they bear: Boundless blessings they receive,

And, as Christ affords them light, And to Christ desire to live.

Order all their steps aright. 3. None in his own wisdom trusts, 7. Jesus, all our souls inspire, None of his attainments boasts;

Fill us with love's sacred fire; Each his brother doth esteem,

Thus will all in us perceive, And himself the meanest deem.

That we in thy name believe. 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,

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