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3 Till thou thy perfect love impart,
Till thou thyself bestow,
"I will not let thee go."
134 2 Corinthians i, 3–4. (P. M.)
From heaven in mercy extend ?
And refuse such a bountiful friend? 2 Let me rather with rapture embrace
An offer so gracious and kind;
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.)
O grant our souls to know !
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.
Your Master proclaim,
His wonderful name;
Of Jesus extol,
And rules over all.
Almighty to save,
His presence we have ;
His triumph shall sing,
To Jesus our King.
3 Salvation to God,
Who sits on the throne,
And honour the Son ;
All angels proclaim,
And worship the Lamb.
And give him his right,
And wisdom, and might;
With angels above,
And infinite love.
Isaiah lv, 1–3. (c. m.) 1 OH! what amazing words of grace,
Are in the gospel found:
Who knows the joyful sound. 2 Poor, sinful, thirsty, fainting souls,
Are freely welcome here :
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 :
And drink, adore, and bless.
Mark viii, 38. (L. M.)
1 ASHAM'D of Jesus! can it be?
A mortal man asham'd of thee !
On whom my hopes of heav'n depend;
That I no more revere his name! 3 Asham'd of Jesus ! yes I may,
When I've no guilt to wash away;
No fears to quell, no soul to save. 4 Till then, nor is the boasting vain,
Till then, I'll boast a Saviour slain ;
2 Though dark be my way,
Since he is my guide, 'Tis mine to obey,
'Tis his to provide ;
And creatures all fail,
Shall surely prevail.
Forbids me to think
In trouble to sink;
I have in review,
To help me quite through.