Thy love for a sinner declare,

l'hy passion and death on the trees My spirit to Calvary bear,

To suffer and triumph with thee.
3 'Tis there with the lambs of thy flock,

There only I covet to rest,
To lie at the foot of the Rock,

Or rise to be hid in thy breast;
Tis there I would always abide,

And never a moment depart;
Conceal'd in the cleft of thy side,

Eternally held in thy heart. 378.

C. M.

Job xxiii, 3. 1 OH, that I knew the secret place,

Where I might find my God? I'd spread my wants before his face,

And pour my woes abroad.
2 I'd tell him how my sins arise,

What sorrows I sustain;
How grace decays, and comfort dies,

And leaves my heart in pain.
9 He knows what arguments I'd take

To wrestle with my God;
I'd plead for his own mercy's sake,

And for my Saviour's blood.
My God will pity my complaints,

And heal my broken bones;
He takes the meaning of his saints,

The language of their groans.
6 Arise, my soul, from deep distress,

And banish every fear;
He calls thee to his throne of grace,

To spread thy sorrows there. 379.

C. M.

'04 to day,

A nearness to my'God:

Then should my hours glide sweet away,

And lean upon his word.
2 Lord, I desire with thee to live

Anew from day to day;
In joys the world can never give,

Nor ever take away.
3 Jesus, come and rule my heart,

And make me wholly thine, That I may never more depart,

Nor grieve thy love divine;
$ Thus till my last cxpiring breath,

Thy goodness I'll adore;
And when my flesh dissolves in death,
My soul shall love thee more.

P. M. 380. None upon earth I desire besides thet.

Psalm lxxiji. 25. 1 HOW tedious and tasteless the hours,

When Jesus no longer I see; Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flower Have Iret all their sweetness with me; The midsummer's-sun shines but dim, The fields strive in vain to look gay; But when I am happy in him,

December's as pleasant as May.
9 His name yields the richest perfume,

And sweeter than music his voice;
His presence disperses my gloom,
And makes all within me rejoice:
I should, were he always so nigh,
Kave nothing to wish or to fear;
lto mortal so happy as I,

My summer would last all the year. s Content with beholding his face,

My all to his pleasure resign’d;
No changes of season or place,
Would make any change in my inind:

While bless'd with a sense of his love,
A palace a toy woull appear;
And prisons would palaces prove,

If Jesus would dwell with me there. * Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine,

If thou art my sun and my song;
Say, why do I languish and pine,
And why are my winters so long?
O drive these dark clouds from my sky,
Thy soul-cheering presence restore;
Or take me unto thee on high,
Where winter and clouds are no more.

381.

L. M.
1
JESUS, thy boundless love to me,
No thought can reach, no

tongue declure O knit my thankful heart to thee,

And reign without a rival there. 2 O grant that nothing in my soul

May dwell, but thy pure love alone!
O may thy love possess me whole!
My joy, my treasure, and

my crown 3 O love, how cheering is thy ray!

All pain before thy presence flies; Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away,

Where'er thy healing beams arise. 4 Unwearied may I this pursue,

Dauntless to the high prize aspire; Hourly within my soul renew

This holy fame, this heavenly fire. 5 Still let thy love point out my way;

How wondrous things thy love hath wrought? Still lead me, lest I go astray:

Direct my word, inspire my thonght.
In suff’ring be thy love my peace,
In weakness be thy love my tower,

And when the storms of life shall cease,

Receive me in the trying hour. 382.

P. M.
But his delight is in the law of the Lord,
and in his law doth he meritate day and night.

Psalm i. 2.
HOW happs, gracious Lord, are we!

Divinely drawn to follow thee:
Whose hours divided are,
Betwixt the mount and multitudes
Our day is spent in doing good,

Our night in praisc and pray'r.
2 With us no melancltoly void;
No moment lingers unemploy'd,

Or unimprov'd below:
Our weariness of life is gone,
Who live to serve our God alone,

And only thee to know.
3 The winter's night and summer's day,
Glide imperceptibly away,

Too short to sing thy praise;
Too few we find the happy hours,
And haste to join those heav'nly pow'rs,

In everlasting lays.
4 With all who chant thy name on high,
And holy, holy, holy, cry,

A bright harmonious throng!
We long thy praises to repeat,
And ceaseless sing around thy seat

The new eternal song.

1

L. M. 383.

Desiring Communion with God.
MY rising soul, with strong destres,

To perfect happiness aspires,
With steady steps would tread the road
That leads to Heaven that leads to God

e I thirst to drink unmingled love

From the pure fountain-head above;
My dearest Lord, 1 long to be

Empty'd of sin, and full of thee. 3 For thee I pant, for thee I burn;

Art thou withdrawn' again return,
Nor let me be the first to say,

Thou wilt not hear when sinners pray. 384.

L. M. 'I THIRST, thou wounded Lamb of God,

To dwell within thy wounds; then pain

Is sweet, and life or death is gain. 2 Take my poor heart, and let it be

For ever clos'd to all but thee!
Seal thou my breast, and let me wear

That pledge of love for ever there. 8 How blest are they who still abide,

Close shelter'd in thy bleeding side!
Who life and strength from thence derive,

And by thee move, and in thee live,
in What are our works but sin and death,

Till thou thy quick’ning Spirit breathe?
Thou giv’st the power thy glace 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?
Ah! Lord, enlarge our scanty thought,
To know the wonders thou hast wrought,
Unloose our stamm’ring tongues to tell
Thy love immense, unsearchable!

C. M. 385.

Love to Christ. John xxi. 15. "Do not I love thee, O my Lord? Behold my heart, and see: