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In suff'ring be Thy love my peace,

In weakness be Thy love my power ; And when the storms of life shall cease,

Jesu, in that important hour,
In death, as life, be Thou my guide,
And save me, who for me hast died !



O Love! Thou bottomless abyss !

My sins are swallowed up in Thee ! Cover'd is my unrighteousness,

From condemnation I am free: For Jesu's blood, through earth and skies, “ Mercy, free boundless mercy!” cries.

By faith I plunge me in that sea :

Here are my hope, my joy, my rest ; Hither, when hell assaults, I flee

I look into my Saviour's breast : Away, sad doubts and anxious fear, Mercy is all that's written there!

Though waves and storms go o'er my head,

Though strength, and health, and friends be gone, Though joys be withered all and dead,

Though every comfort be withdrawn, -
Stedfast on this my soul relies ;
Father, Thy mercy never dies.

Fix'd on this ground would I remain,

Though my heart fail and flesh decay ; This anchor shall my soul sustain,

When earth's foundations melt away: Mercy's full power I then shall prove, Loved with an everlasting love.


Ou God, of good th' unfathom'd sea!
Who would not give his heart to Thee ?

Who would not love Thee with his might,
O Jesu, Lover of mankind ?
Who would not his whole soul and mind,

With all his strength to Thee unite ?

Thou shin'st with everlasting rays ;
Before th' insufferable blaze,

Angels with both wings veil their eyes ;
Yet, free as air Thy bounty streams
On all Thy works ; Thy mercy's beams

Diffusive, as Thy sun's, arise.

Astonish'd at Thy frowning brow,
Earth, hell, and heaven's strong pillars bow ;

Terrible majesty is Thine !
Who then can that vast love express,
Which bows Thee down to me, who less

Than nothing am, till Thou art mine!

High thron’d on heaven's eternal hill,
In number, weight, and measure still

Thou sweetly orderest all that is ;
And yet Thou deign’st to come to me,
And guide my steps, that I, with Thee

Enthron’d, may reign in endless bliss !

Fountain of Good, all blessing flows
From Thee : no want Thy fulness knows :

What but Thyself can’st Thou desire ?
Yet, all-sufficient as Thou art,
Thou dost desire my worthless heart ;

This, only this, dost Thou require.

Primeval Beauty! in Thy sight,
The first-born fairest sons of light

See all their brightest glories fade : What then to me Thine eyes could turn ? In sin conceived, of woman born,

A worm, a leaf, a blast, a shade!

Hell's armies tremble at Thy nod,
And, trembling, own th' Almighty God,

Sov’reign of earth, hell, air, and sky! -But who is this that comes from far, Whose garments roll'd in blood appear?

'Tis God made man, for man to die.

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