I LOVE the Lord! he lent an ear,
When I for help implor'd;
He rescu'd me from all my fear,
Therefore, I love the Lord.
2. Return, my soul, unto thy rest:
From God no longer roam;
His hand hath bountifully blest;
His goodness calls thee home.
3. What shall I render unto thee,
My Saviour in distress!
For all thy benefits to me,

So great and numberless?
4. This will I do, for thy love's sake,
And thus thy power proclaim:
Salvation's sacred cup I take,
And call upon thy name.
5. Thou God of covenanted grace!
Hear, and record my vow,
While in thy courts I seek thy face,

And at thine altar bow:-
6. Henceforth myself to thee I give,
With single heart and eye,
To walk before thee while I live,

And bless thee when I die.
J. Montgomery.
(423.) 360. T. 205.
LAMB of God, thy precious blood,
Healing wounds and bitter death,
Be our trust, our only boast,
Blessed object of our faith:
Thy once marred countenance
Comfort to our hearts dispense;
By thy anguish, stripes, and pain,
May we life and strength obtain.
2. We adore-thee evermore,
Jesus, for thy boundless grace;
For thy cross,-whereby for us

Thou hast gain'd true happiness;
For thy death, which sets us free
From sin's cruel slavery;
For thy all-atoning blood, (God.
Which hath brought us nigh to

3. What can we-now give to thee,
For thy unexampled love?
We're unclean-and full of sin,
Till thou dost our guilt remove :
Is aught good in us, we own
'Tis not ours, but thine alone;
Unto us belongeth shame,
But all glory to thy name.
4. Thro' thy grace, may we always
Put our trust in thee by faith,
And rely-eternally
Fill our hearts with constant peace,
On thy meritorious death:
Till in thee we end our race,
And shall thee for evermore
'Midst the ransom'd hosts adore.
Countess Z. & Spangenberg.
(424.) 361.
T. 159.
I'M overcome with humble shame,
And blushes fill my face,
When I behold the suffering Lamb,
How Jesus paid my ransom price,
And when my faith can trace
And gave himself a sacrifice;
My gracious Saviour, near to thee
I ever wish to be.

2. 'Tis then with happy John I view
His body mark'd with scars;
Like Mary I his feet bedew
With floods of sinner-tears:
I'm struck with this most charm-
ing sight,

The Lamb of God is my delight;
The glory of the Trinity
In him by faith I see.

3. Free from the noisy, busy crowd.
Here would I ever stay,

How should this theme our souls inspire,

(426.)

363.
T. 16.
SWEETthe moments, rich in bless-
Which before the cross I spend; (ing,
Life, and health, and peace possess.
From the sinner's dying Friend. (ing
2. Here I'll sit for ever viewing
Mercy's streams, in streams of blood;
Precious drops my soul bedewing,
Plead and claim my peace with God.
3. Truly blessed is this station,
Low before his cross to lie;
While I see divine compassion
Beaming from his languid eye.

When we his boundless love review, And see him on the cross expire: 4. Here it is I find my heaven, Who can describe how much he While upon the cross I gaze; (zeal, Love I much? I've much forgiven,

lov'd,

Or paint that strong and fervent I'm a miracle of grace.

mov'd, When he sustain'd the

With which his tender heart was 5. Love and grief my heart dividing, (hell. pangs of Constant still in faith abiding, With my tears his feet I'll bathe ; nothing Life deriving from his death. (loss: him but In all need to Jesus go; (healing, 6. May I still enjoy this feeling, Our hearts with love to him shall Prove his wounds each day more

2. Beside him we will know,

All things account for

glow,

And himself more fully know.

T. 185. IF to me experience had not proved, our That my Saviour, by compassion What surpasses human thought, our With his blood my pardon bought, moved, I had spent my days in anxious

We'll glory only in his cross:
He is the hungry sinner's food,
His goodness we desire to taste;
When we enjoy his flesh and blood,
It proves to us a heavenly feast.
3. Thy wounds present to
faith's eye;
Their influence shed within
breast;
Lord, let no stranger with thee vie,
Let sin be wholly dispossess'd:
Free from the law's condemning

power,

By grace alone we wish to live;

grieving;

(lieving In my Lord, by faith receive (give. But, to him be praise, I now, beComfort, which the world can't

Grace must support us every hour, 2. O what blessings are from Jesus' And atoning death deriv'd; (passion Delamotte. I refuse all other consolation,

Faith can alone the victory give.

If of these I am depriv'd: (dew me, 2. This, Lord, I do with many tears,
But no sooner doth his blood be- And own, with wonder fill'd,
And impart its healing virtue to me, Thy stripes and shame, thy griefs
Than my soul, tho' sunk in grief,
and prayers

Is restored, and finds relief.

Made me thy pardon'd child.

3. When my Jesus from the cross 3. Still be thy wounds to me more

complacent

Casts on me a look of love,
Grateful tears flow down my cheeks
incessant,

All my soft affections move; (ed,
Could I, with a mind of earth divest-
By all worldly cares quite unmo-
lested,

Be engag'd with him alone,
Then were heaven on earth begun.
C. R. v. Z.

(432.)

dear,

T. 14. THE impression of what Christ my friend

Hath done for worthless me, When he his life and blood did spend,

Attend me constantly.

ALL the bliss-which we possess, 2. O may I humbly onward move,

Is deriv'd from Jesus' cross;

He to God-hath by his blood
Reconcil'd and saved us:
Now his righteousness is found
Our salvation's only ground;
Hence all our felicity
Springs, here and eternally
2. Amen, yea,-Hallelujah ;
Lord, our comfort, joy, and peace,
By thy cross-thou gain'dst for us
Everlasting happiness:

Since the effects we richly prove
Of this wondrous act of love,
With what gratitude should we
Raise our hearts and eyes to thee.
Countess Z. and Gr.
(433.) 366. T. 14.
HOW can I view the slaughter'd
Lamb,

And all his sufferings trace,
And not sink down with humble
shame,

And give him thanks and praise.

While dying here I stay;
And Jesus, whom unseen I love,
Prepare me for his day.

368.

C. R. v. Z.

T. 11.

WHEN on Sinai's top I see
God descend in majesty,
To proclaim his holy law,
All my spirit sinks with awe.
2. When in ecstacy sublime,
Tabor's glorious steep I climb,
At the too transporting light,
Darkness rushes o'er my sight.
3. When on Calvary I rest,
God, in flesh made manifest,
Shines in my Redeemer's face,
Full of beauty, truth and grace.
4. Here I would for ever stay,
Weep and gaze my soul away;
Thou art heaven on earth to me,
Lovely, mournful Calvary.

J. Montgomery.

T. 79. Procuring our salvation:
Holy,-happy

And paid in blood our ransom- Join'd me to the Church his body.

XXI. LOVE OF JESUS.

T. 97. 3. Thy love, which always is the

THOU Source of love, thou sin- Can ev'n the coldest hearts in