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O 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 ?
“ BEHOLDING AS IN A GLASS THE GLORY OF THE
O JESU, source of calm repose,
Thy like nor man nor angel knows,
Fairest among ten thousand fair!
Even those whom death's sad fetters bound,
Whom thickest darkness compass’d round,
Find light and life, if Thou appear.
Effulgence of the light divine,
E’re rolling planets knew to shine,
E’re time its ceaseless course began,
Thou, when the appointed hour was come,
Didst not abhor the Virgin's womb,
But, God with God, wert man with man.
The world, sin, death, oppose in vain,
Thou by Thy dying death hast slain,
My great Deliverer, and my God!
In vain does the old dragon rage,
In vain all hell its powers engage;
None can withstand Thy conqu’ring blood.
Lord over all, sent to fulfil
Thy gracious Father's sovereign will,
To Thy dread sceptre will I bow :
With duteous reverence at Thy feet,
Like humble Mary, lo, I sit :
Speak, Lord, thy servant heareth now.
Renew Thine image, Lord, in me,
Lowly and gentle may I be ;
No charms but these to Thee are dear :
No anger mayst Thou ever find,
No pride in my unruffled mind,
But faith and heaven-born peace be there.
A patient, a victorious mind
That, life and all things cast behind,
Springs forth obedient to Thy call :
An heart, that no desire can move,
But still t adore, believe, and love,
Give me, my Lord, my life, my All.
“MADE NIGH, BY THE BLOOD OF CHRIST.
I THIRST, Thou wounded Lamb of God,
To wash me in Thy cleansing blood,
To dwell within Thy wounds ; then pain
Is sweet, and life or death is gain.
Take my poor heart, and let it be
For ever closed to all but Theo !
Seal Thou my breast, and let me wear
That pledge of love for ever there.
How blest are they, who still abide
Close shelter'd in Thy bleeding side !
Who life and strength from Thee derive,
And by Thee move, and in Thee live!
What are our works but sin and death,
'Till Thou Thy quick’ning Spirit breathe !
Thou giv'st the power Thy grace to move-
O wondrous grace! O boundless love!
How can it be, Thou heavenly King, That Thou shouldst us to glory bring ? Make slaves the partners of Thy throne, Deck'd with a never-fading crown?
Hence our hearts melt, our eyes o'erflow,
Our words are lost ; nor will we know,
Nor will we think of aught beside
“My Lord, my love is crucified !”
Ah, Lord ! enlarge our scanty thought,
To know the wonders Thou hast wrought!
Unloose our stammering tongue, to tell
Thy love, immense, unsearchable !
First-born of many brethren Thou !
To Thee, lo ! all our souls we bow,
To Thee our hearts and hands we give :
Thine may we die, Thine may we live.