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So shall their course more grateful roll,
If future years arise ;
To bliss that never dies.
“ LOVEST THOU ME MORE THAN THESE?”
Do not I love Thee, O my Lord ?
Behold my heart and see ; And turn each hateful idol out,
That dares to rival Thee.
Do not I love Thee from my soul ?
Then let me nothing love ; Dead be my heart to every joy,
When Jesus cannot move.
Is not thy name melodious still,
To mine attentive ear ? — Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound,
My Saviour's voice to hear?
Hast Thou a lamb in all thy flock,
I would disdain to feed ?
I fear thy cause to plead ?
Would not my heart pour forth its blood
In honour of thy name?
To damp the immortal flame?
Thou knowest I love Thee, dearest Lord;
But Oh! I long to soar,
And learn to love Thee more.
"O MY GOD, BE NOT FAR FROM ME!”
BESET with snares on every hand,
O may this roving, treacherous heart,
Then let the wildest storms arise,
If Thou, my Saviour, still art nigh,
'S COMMUNE WITH YOUR OWN HEART UPON YOUR BED,
AND BE STILL.”
INTERVAL of grateful shade,
By my Heavenly Father blest,
Far be each suspicious thought,
Thy kind eye, which cannot sleep,