2 I see Thee not, I hear Thee not, And earth hath ne'er so dear a spot, 3 Like some bright dream that comes unsought, When slumbers o'er me roll, Thine image ever fills my thought, I love Thee, dearest Lord! and will, 5 When death these mortal eyes shall seal, L.M. C. WESLEY 716 The fire shall ever be burning.—Lev. vi. 13. THOU who camest from above, On the mean altar of my heart, 3 Jesus, confirm my heart's desire To work and speak and think for Thee; 4 Ready for all Thy perfect will, My acts of faith and love repeat, COURAGE IN CONFESSING HIM. 8,7s. Double. H. F. LYTE. 717 Lo, we have left all, and have followed Thee. I 1 JE Mark x. 28. ESUS, I my cross have taken, All I've sought, and hoped, and known; God and heaven are still mine own. 2 Let the world despise and leave me ; 3 Man may trouble and distress me, "Twill but drive me to Thy breast; Were that joy unmixed with Thee. 4 Soul! then, know thy full salvation; Armed by faith and winged by prayer; 718 I J. L.M. Ashamed of Me.—Mark viii. 38. ESUS, and can it ever be? A mortal man ashamed of Thee; [GREGG.] Scorned be the thought by rich and poor; 2 Ashamed of Jesus! that dear Friend, 3 Ashamed of Jesus! Yes, I may, When I've no crimes to wash away, REJOICING IN HIM. 719 I L IOS. Six lines. The Lord knoweth them that 2 Timothy ii. 19. H. F. LYTE. are His. ONG did I toil, and knew no earthly rest; Far did I rove, and found no certain home; At last I sought them in His sheltering breast, Who opes His arms, and bids the weary come. With Him I found a home, a rest divine; And I since then am His, and He is mine. 2 The good I have is from His stores supplied; The ill is only what He deems the best; He for my Friend, I'm rich with nought beside; And poor without Him, though of all possessed. Changes may come; I take, or I resign; Content while I am His, while He is mine. 3 Whate'er may change, in Him no change is seen; A glorious sun, that wanes not, nor declines; Above the clouds and storms He walks serene, And sweetly on His people's darkness shines. All may depart; I fret not, nor repine, While I my Saviour's am, while He is mine. 4 He stays me falling, lifts me up when down, Reclaims me wandering, guards from every foe; Plants on my worthless brow the victor's crown, Which, in return, before His feet I throw, Grieved that I cannot better grace His shrine, Who deigns to own me His, as He is mine. 5 While her, alas! I know but half His love; Is there on earth a closer bond than this- 2 Thine am I by all ties ; That through Thy sacrifice Thou, Lord, art mine. By Thine own cords of love, so sweetly wound 3 To Thee, Thou bleeding Lamb, All that I have and am, And all I know. All that I have is now no longer mine, 4 How can I, Lord, withhold Life's brightest hour From Thee; or gathered gold, Or any power? Why should I keep one precious thing from Thee, When Thou hast given Thine own dear self for me? |