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126.96.36.199 D. ORD, with glowing heart I'd praise thee
For the bliss thy love bestows, For the pardoning grace that saves me,
And the peace that from it flows; Help, O God, my weak endeavour;
This dull soul to rapture raise: Thou must light the flame, or never
Can my love be warmed to praise.
2 Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee,
Wretched wanderer, far astray; Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee
From the paths of death away; Praise, with love's devoutest feeling,
Him who saw thy guilt-born fear, And, the light of hope revealing,
Bade the blood-stained cross appear.
3 Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling
Vainly would my lips express: Low before thy footstool kneeling,
Deign thy suppliant's prayer to bless: Let thy grace, my soul's chief treasure,
Love's pure flame within me raise; And, since words can never measure, Let my life show forth thy praise. Amen.
Francis Scott Key, 1819
C.M. MY TY God, I love thee: not because
I hope for heaven thereby; Nor yet because if I love not
I must for ever die.
2 But, O my Jesus, thou didst me
Upon the cross embrace;
And manifold disgrace,
3 And griefs and torments numberless,
And sweat of agony,
Who was thine enemy.
4 Then why, O blessèd Jesus Christ,
Should í not love thee well?
Nor of escaping hell;
Not seeking a reward:
O ever-loving Lord!
6 E'en so I love thee, and will love,
And in thy praise will sing;
And my eternal King. Amen.
Four 6's LOVE that casts out fear,
Tarry no more without,
But come and dwell within!
2 True sunlight of the soul,
Surround us as we go;
Our feet no straying know.
3 Great love of God, come in!
Wellspring of heavenly peace; Thou Living Water, comel
Spring up, and never cease.
4 Love of the living God,
Of Father and of Son;
Horatius Bonar, 1861
188.8.131.52.6 LOVE that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee; I give thee back the life I owe, That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.
2 O Light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to thee; My heart restores its borrowed ray, That in thy sunshine's blazo its day
May brighter, fairer be.
3 O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
That morn shall tearless be.
4 0 Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee; I lay in dust life's glory dead, And from the ground there blossoms red Life that shall endless be. Amen.
George Matheson, 1882
THE DIVINE MERCY 237
My rising soul surveys,
In wonder, love, and praise.
The gratitude declare,
But thou canst read it there.
My daily thanks employ;
That tastes those gifts with joy. 4 Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
The glorious theme renew.
Divide thy works no more,
Thy mercy shall adore.
A joyful song I'll raise;
Joseph Addison, 1712, abr.
WHY life was given for me,
, , shed,
That I might ransomed be,
Thy life was given for me:
2 Long years were spent for me
In weariness and woe,
Long years were spent for me:
3 Thy Father's home of light,
Thy rainbow-circled throne,
Yea, all was left for me:
4 And thou hast brought to me,
Down from thy home above,
Great gifts thou broughtest me:
5 O let my life be given,
My years for thee be spent;
Thou gavest thyself for me:
Frances R. Havergal, 1858
At such tremendous cost;
Thy precious blood, must be
My glory and my plea.