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Nothing, whatso'er it be,
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GRACIOUS Redeemer, thou hast
Thy love, to love thee ardently,
2. Thy cross, thy shame, thy agony, Thy wounds and bitter passion,
Have wholly won my heart for thee, And prompt my adoration.
3. The fire of love that burns within,
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*T IS evident that Jesus loves, His death for us this fully proves; He lov’d the world, a sinful race, He loves the church, his flock of grace, (ev'n me, He loves the children, yea, he loves Who nought deserv'd but endless misery. 2. O may I in his love be blest, Like John, reclining on his breast; And oft, like humble Magdalen, Adore the friend of sinful men, With longing heart attending at his feet, (I meet. Till with a gracious look from him
8. I’ll weep whene'er he's not to me What the most cordial friend can be; Do I not always feel him nigh, And his reviving grace enjoy, Do I not in his sweet communion live, (comfort give. Nought else to my poor soul co
WHEN duly I weigh, How much day by day Thee, Lord, I have tried, My Friend ever faithful, who for me hast died;— 2. I own the fault mine: Thy patience divine, Which clearly I trace, With tears fills my eyes, with shame covers my face. 3. As Mary ador'd Her Master and Lord, When her thou didst greet, And prostrate before thee, embraced thy feet;— 4. As Thomas with awe, Thy wounds when he saw, His Saviour avow’d, And cried with conviction, “My Lord and my God;”— 5. As Peter replied, His love being tried, “My heart thou dost prove, Lord, thou knowest all things, thou know'st that I love;”—
3. His looks of grace insure always To me my heavenly calling:
Am I weak, his hand preserves
4, My prayersincere—while absent here w From him, my soul's beloved, Is, that my heart's confidence In him be unmoved.
5. Could I with him—spend all my time, In constant love's fruition, Infinitely happy then Would be my condition.
6. Whene’er I mourn—and humbly For comfort to my Jesus, (turn
This already is a proof
7. They who have grace—our Saviour’s face To seek on each occasion, Never fail to be refreshed With his consolation. Gregor.
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O COULD we but love that Sa-
2. Did but Jesus' love and merit
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TEN thousand talents once I ow’d,
3. My guilt is cancell’d quite, I And satisfaction made; (know,
But the vast debt of love I owe
4. The love I owe for sin forgiv'n,
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HARK, my soul, it is the Lord ;
z. Turn'd thy darkness into light.