enfold me, Where the noontide will find them reposing; The tempest now rages, my soul is distressed, And the pathway of peace I am losing. And why should I stray with the flocks of thy foes, In the desert where now they are roving; Where hunger and thirst, where contentions and woes And fierce conflicts their ruin are proving? And when I walk through the dark val- 4 Ah, when shall my woes and my wan dering cease, And the follies that fill me with weep ing? O Shepherd of Israel, restore me that peace, Thou dost give to the flock thou art keeping! 5 A voice from the Shepherd now bids me return, By the way where the footprints are lying; No longer to wander, no longer to mourn: And homeward my spirit is flying. H LOVE divine, all love excelling,- All thy faithful mercies crown: Pure, unbounded love thou art; Enter every trembling heart. 2 Breathe, oh, breathe thy loving Spirit Into troubled breast! every Let us all in thee inherit, Let us find thy promised rest: Come, almighty to deliver, Let us all thy life receive! Speedily return, and never, Never more thy temples leave! 3 Finish then thy new creation, Pure, unspotted may we be: Let us see our whole salvation Perfectly secured by thee! Changed from glory into glory, Till in heaven we take our place; Till we cast our crowns before thee, Lost in wonder, love, and praise. John 15: 4. SPITTA. ALL is dying; hearts are breaking Which were our support and stay; 2 Everything we love and cherish Earthly flames must cease to glow, Who himself forever lives, JESUS, I my cross have taken, All to leave, and follow thee; Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, LYTE. 4 Go then, earthly fame and treasure! Thou, from hence, my all shalt be! Perish, every fond ambition, All I've sought, or hoped, or known, Yet how rich is my condition, God and heaven are still my own! 2 Let the world despise and leave me, They have left my Saviour, too; Human hearts and looks deceive meThou art not, like them, untrue; Oh! while thou dost smile upon me, God of wisdom, love, and might, Foes may hate, and friends disown me, Show thy face, and all is bright. 3 Man may trouble and distress me, 'T will but drive me to thy breast, While thy love is left to me; I have called thee, Abba, Father! 5 Soul, then know thy full salvation, Something still to do or bear. Think what Spirit dwells within thee; Think what Father's smiles are thine; Think that Jesus died to win thee; Child of heaven, canst thou repine? 6 Haste thee on from grace to glory, Armed by faith, and winged by prayer! Heaven's eternal day 's before thee, God's own hand shall guide thee there: Soon shall close thy earthly mission, Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days, Hope shall change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. Well deserves the name of Friend; His is love beyond a brother's, Costly, free, and knows no end. 2 Which of all our friends, to save us, Could or would have shed his blood? But our Jesus died to have us Reconciled in him to God. 3 When he lived on earth abaséd, Friend of sinners was his name; Now above all glory raised, He rejoices in the same. 4 Oh! for grace our hearts to soften, Teach us, Lord, at length, to love; We, alas! forget too often What a friend we have above. Saints their crowns before him bring; Jesus only, I will, joyous, Through eternal ages sing. ALWAYS with us, always with usWords of cheer and words of love; Thus the risen Saviour whispers, From his dwelling-place above. 2 With us when we toil in sadness, Sowing much and reaping none; Telling us that in the future Golden harvests shall be won. 3 With us when the storm is sweeping O'er our pathway dark and drear Waking hope within our bosoms, Stilling every anxious fear. 4 With us in the lonely valley, When we cross the chilling stream; 1. I lay my sins on Je-sus, The spotless Lamb of God; He bears them all, and frees us D. S. White in his blood most precious 9:23 Fine. D.S.S From the ac-curs-ed load. I bring my guilt to Jesus, To wash my crimson stains Till not a stain remains. I LAY my sins on Jesus, The spotless Lamb of God; He bears them all, and frees us From the accursed load; I bring my guilt to Jesus, BONAR. To wash my crimson stains 2 I lay my wants on Jesus; My burdens and my cares; 3 I rest my soul on Jesus, This weary soul of mine; Immanuel, Christ, the Lord; 4 I long to be like Jesus, Meek, loving, lowly, mild; 2 Soon as the morn, with roses 3 By thee, through life supported, What could an angel more? |