3 Till thou thy perfect love impart,

Till thou thyself bestow,
Be this the cry of ev'ry heart,

"I will not let thee go."

134 2 Corinthians i, 3–4. (P. M.)
1 DOES a Father his fostering hand

From heaven in mercy extend ?
And shall I such goodness withstand,

And refuse such a bountiful friend? 2 Let me rather with rapture embrace

An offer so gracious and kind;
And unlimited confidence place

In such goodness and power combined. 3 I'll repose on his word, which declares

That the desolate still he befriends; Makes the fatherless children his care,

And the cause of the widow defends. 4 I'll list to his heart-soothing voice,

Who declares that the mourners are blest, Who invites them in him to rejoice,

And assures them of comfort and rest.

135 Ephesians iii, 15–21. (c. m.)
1 THE riches of thy glory, Lord,

O grant our souls to know !
Descend, according to thy word,

And dwell with us below.

2 Thy Spirit send, and furnish strength

Unto the inner man, The depth, and height, and breadth, and

length, Of thy vast love to scan. 3 Love passing knowledge! passing praise !

Oh, root and ground us here; And on this sure foundation raise

A life of faith and pray'r! 4 All, all our souls possess with God,

With all his fulness fill; And fit us for thy blest abode,

For Zion's holy hill.
136 Psalm cxiii, 1. (P. M.)
1 YE servants of God,

Your Master proclaim,
And publish abroad

His wonderful name;
The name all-victorious

Of Jesus extol,
His kingdom is glorious,

And rules over all.
2 God ruleth on high,

Almighty to save,
And still he is nigh,

His presence we have ;
The great congregation

His triumph shall sing,
Ascribing salvation

To Jesus our King.

3 Salvation to God,

Who sits on the throne,
Let all cry aloud,

And honour the Son ;
The praises of Jesus

All angels proclaim,
Fall down on their faces

And worship the Lamb.
4 Then let us adore,

And give him his right,
All glory, and power,

And wisdom, and might;
All honour, and blessing,

With angels above,
And thanks never-ceasing,

And infinite love.

Isaiah lv, 1–3. (c. m.) 1 OH! what amazing words of grace,

Are in the gospel found:
Suited to every sinner's case,

Who knows the joyful sound. 2 Poor, sinful, thirsty, fainting souls,

Are freely welcome here :
Salvation, like a river, flows

Abundant, free, and clear.

3 This spring with living water flows,

And living joy imparts: Come, thirsty souls, your wants disclose,

And drink with thankful hearts. 4 Millions of sinners, vile as you,

Have here found life and peace :
Come, thirsty souls, and prove it true,

And drink, adore, and bless.

138

Mark viii, 38. (L. M.)

1 ASHAM'D of Jesus! can it be?

A mortal man asham'd of thee !
Of thee, whom highest angels praise,
Whose glories shine through endless days?
2 Asham'd of Jesus ! of that Friend

On whom my hopes of heav'n depend;
No, when I blush, be this my shame,

That I no more revere his name! 3 Asham'd of Jesus ! yes I may,

When I've no guilt to wash away;
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,

No fears to quell, no soul to save. 4 Till then, nor is the boasting vain,

Till then, I'll boast a Saviour slain ;
And O may this my glory be,
That Saviour not asham'd of me!

2 Though dark be my way,

Since he is my guide, 'Tis mine to obey,

'Tis his to provide ;
Though cisterns be broken,

And creatures all fail,
The word he has spoken,

Shall surely prevail.
3 His love, in time past,

Forbids me to think
He'll leave me at last

In trouble to sink;
Each sweet Ebenezer,

I have in review,
Confirms his good pleasure,

To help me quite through.