Or, MANCHESTER NEW. C. M. 03 Dr. WAINWRIGHT. Died, 1782. کو 277 210. FATHER, to Thee my soul I lift, On Thee my hope depends; Mercy and grace are Thine alone, Thou all our works in us hast wrought, Our good is all divine; The praise of every holy thought And righteous word is Thine. From Thee, through JESUS, we receive In whom we are, and move, and live: 211. OBJECT of my first desire, JESUS! crucified for me; All to happiness aspire; I would seek it, Lord, in Thee: Thee to praise, and Thee to know, Makes the joy of Saints below: Thee to see, and Thee to love, Makes the bliss of Saints above. Lord, it is not life to live, If Thy presence Thou deny : Lord, if Thou Thy presence give, "Tis no longer death to die: Source and Giver of repose, Only from Thy love it flows: Peace and happiness are Thine; Mine they are, if Thou art mine. IN Thee, O Lord, I trust; From heaven bow down Thine ear, My cause in mercy plead : My Rock, my Fortress, my Defence, From every snare preserve, From every foe defend; For Thy Name's sake, O God, my Strength, Divine protection send. Into Thy hands, O Lord, My spirit I commend ; Thou hast redeem'd me, God of Truth, In death be Thou my Friend. |