ALTOGETHER LOVELY.

1. Majestic sweetness sits enthroned Upon the Saviour's brow;

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His head with radiant glories crowned,
His lips with grace o'erflow.

No mortal can with Him compare

Among the sons of men;

Fairer is He than all the fair

That fill the heavenly train.

3. He saw me plunged in deep distress, He flew to my relief;

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For me He bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief.

To Him I owe my life, and breath
And all my joys I have;

He makes me triumph over death.
He saves me from the grave.

To heaven, the place of His abode,
He brings my weary feet;
Shows me the glories of my God
And makes my joy complete.

6. Since from His bounty I receive
Such proofs of love divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord, they should all be thine.

I.

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OUR MASTER.

Art though weary, art thou languid,
Art thou sore distressed?

"Come to me, saith One, and coming
Be at rest."

Hath He marks to lead me to Him,
If He be my guide?

"In His feet and hands are wound-prints
And His side."

Is there diadem, as Monarch
That His brow adorns?
"Yea, a crown, in very surety;
But of thorns."

If I find Him, if I follow

What His guerdon here?
"Many a sorrow, many a labor,
Many a tear.”

If I ask Him to receive me

Will He say me nay?

"Not till earth, and not till heaven
Pass away."

6. Finding, following, keeping, struggling Is He sure to bless?

"Saints, apostles, prophets, martyrs,
Answer, Yes.'

I.

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FEAR NOT.

How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in His excellent Word!
What more can He say, than to you He hath said,
To you, who for refuge to Jesus have fled!

"Fear not," I am with thee, O be not dismayed,
For I am thy God, I will still give thee aid,

I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,
Upheld by my gracious, omnipotent hand.

When through the deep waters I call thee to go
The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow;

For I will be with thee thy trouble to bless,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.

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When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,
My grace all-sufficient shall be thy supply.
The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design
Thy dross to consume and thy gold to refine.

The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose

I will not, I will not desert to his foes;

That soul-though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I'll never-no never-no never forsake.