That all my powers, with all their By eternal mercy moved:

Above all I love him, for he is my |(466.)

393.* T. 22. treasure; (with pleasure. DEAR Jesus, when I think on thee, I humbly adore him and serve him My heart for joy doth leap in me; 4. My heart's fix'd on Jesus whose Thy blest remembrance yields delove is so tender; (render: light,

(465.)

My life and my all unto him I sur-But far more blest will be the sight. He is and remaineth my soul's 2. When thou art near, I must conmeditation, (summation. I feel a bliss I can't express: (fess, My faith's only object, till my conThy love, my Saviour, ne'er can J. Angelus. cloy, (joy. 392.* T. 83. Fountain of bliss and source of 3. Let me by faith behold thy face, Still taste thy love and share thy grace; (name, Still let my tongue confess thy And Jesus be my constant theme. 4. Thy love and mercies all exceed ;The more I on these dainties feed, The more my eager soul is bent To live but in this element.

JESUS will I never leave,
He's the God of my salvation;
Through his merits I receive
Pardon, life, and consolation:
All the powers of my mind
To my Saviour be resign'd.
2. Nought on earth can satisfy
One desire which God inspireth;
Only Jesus can supply
All my needy heart requireth:
He all losses can retrieve,
Him I'll therefore never leave.
3. He is mine, and I am his,
Join'd with him in close commu-
And his bitter passion is (nion;
The foundation of this union:
Full of hopes which never yield,
Firm on him, my rock, I build.
4. O the happy hours I spend
With him in bless'd conversation;
He's my near and faithful friend,
Full of grace, peace, and salvation:
From the look at Jesus' wounds
Pure delight to me redounds.
5. With my Jesus I will stay,
He my soul preserves and feedeth;
He, the life, the truth, the way,
Me to living waters leadeth:
Blessed who can say with me,
Christ, I'll never part with thee.

DEAREST Jesus, come to me,
And abide eternally;

Friend of needy sinners, come,
Fill and make my heart thy home.
2. Oftentimes for thee I sigh,
Nothing else can give me joy;
This is still my cry to thee:
Dearest Jesus, come to me.
3. Should I in earth's pleasures roll,
None could satisfy my soul;
Thee, O Jesus, I adore,
Thou'rt my pleasure evermore.
4. Jesus, thee alone I call
C. Keymann. My beloved Friend, my All;

Nothing, whatsoe'er it be,
Shall divide my heart with thee.

(468.)

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J. Angelus.

395.*

397.*

WHEN duly I weigh,
How much day by day

T. 15. Thee, Lord, I have tried,

T. 4.

GRACIOUS Redeemer, thou hast My Friend ever faithful, who for

(me

To come to thee invited;
Thy love, to love thee ardently,
Hath my cold heart excited.
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,
Is that divine impression,
That thou didst suffer for my sin,
And die for my transgression.
J. Angelus.

(469.)

396.*

T. 97.

me hast died;

2. I own the fault mine:
Thy patience divine,
With tears fills my eyes, with shame
Which clearly I trace,
covers my face.

3. As Mary ador'd
When her thou didst greet,
Her Master and Lord,
And prostrate before thee, embraced
thy feet;-

4. As Thomas with awe,
Thy wounds when he saw,
His Saviour avow'd,

'TIS evident that Jesus loves,
His death for us this fully proves;
He lov'd the world, a sinful race, 5. As Peter replied,
He loves the church, his flock of His love being tried,

And cried with conviction, "My
Lord and my God;"-

grace,

(ev'n me," My heart thou dost prove,

He loves the children, yea, he loves Lord, thou knowest all things, thou 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 (I meet.

his feet,

Till with a gracious look from him WHAT splendid rays-of truth

3. 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.

I

and grace,

perceive, when Jesus Christ All other lights excelling, Makes my heart his dwelling. 2. He blesseth me—so sensibly, That spirit, soul, and body

Nought else to my poor soul can Can in him my Saviour joy,

3. His looks of grace insure always (473.)
To me my heavenly calling:
Am I weak, his hand preserves

Me, his child, from falling.

4. My prayer sincere-while absent
here

From him, my soul's beloved,
Is, that my heart's confidence
In him be unmoved.

400.

T. 14.

TEN thousand talents once I ow'd,

And nothing had to pay;
But Jesus freed me from the load,
And wash'd my debt away.
2. Yet since the Lord forgave my
And blotted out my score; (sin,
Much more indebted I have been,
Than e'er I was before.

5. Could I with him-spend all my 3. My guilt is cancell❜d quite, I

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

That he's near and gracious. 7. They who have grace-our Saviour's face

To seek on each occasion, Never fail to be refresh'd

With his consolation.

And satisfaction made; (know, But the vast debt of love I owe

Can never be repaid.

4. The love I owe for sin forgiv❜n,
For power to believe, (heaven,
For present peace, and promis'd
No angel can conceive.

5. That love of thine, thou sinners'
Friend,

Witness thy bleeding heart,
My little all can ne'er extend
To pay a thousandth part.
Gregor. 6. Nay more, the poor returns I
I first from thee obtain; (make
And 'tis of grace, that thou wilt

T. 167.

O COULD we but love that Sa-
Who loves us so ardently, (viour,
As we ought, our souls would ever
Full of joy and comfort be:
If we, by his love excited,
Could ourselves and all forget,
Then with Jesus Christ united,
We should heaven anticipate.
2. Did but Jesus' love and merit

Fill our hearts both night and day,
And the unction of his Spirit
All our thoughts and actions sway:
Might we all be ever ready
Cheerfully to testify,

How our spirit, soul, and body
Do in God our Saviour joy.

Such poor returns again. (take 7. 'Tis well-it shall my glory be,

(Let who will boast their store,) In time and in eternity

To owe thee more and more.

HARK, my soul, it is the Lord; 'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word; Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee, 'Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me? 2. "I deliver'd thee, when bound, And when bleeding, heal'd thy wound; (right, Sought thee wandering, set thee z. Turn'd thy darkness into light.

And fix and root me in the grace;

So dearly bought with blood.
2. O tell me often of each wound,
Of every grief and pain;
And let my heart with joy confess,
From hence comes all my gain.
3. For thee, O may I freely count
Whate'er I have but loss;
And every name, and every thing,
Compar'd with thee, but dross.
4. Engrave this deeply in my heart,
That thou for me wast slain;
Then shall I, in my small degree,
Return thy love again.

TEACH me yet more of thy blest My heart, by nature cold and dead,

XXIII. BROTHERLY LOVE, AND UNION OF SPIRIT.