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And turn each cursed idol out,
That dares to rival thee, 2 Do not I love thee from my soul?
Then let me nothing love: Dead be my heart to ev'ry joy,
Which thou dost not approve. 3 Is not thy name melodious still
To mine attentive ear?
My Saviour's voice to hear?
I would disdain to feed?
I fear thy cause to plead?
But 0, I long to soar
C. M. 386.
Jesus precious. 1 Pet. ii. 7.
O’er all thy graces rove,
In wonder, joy, and love! 2 Not softest strains can charm mine carne
Like thy beloved name;
My heart with equal Aaine.
Unnumber'd blessings see;
If once compared to thee?
Search, Lord, for thou canst tells
5 No, thou art precious to my heart,
My portion and my joy;
My sweetest thoughts employ.
Let thy bright glories shine;
In raptures so divine.
'Tis thy Saviour, hear his wort's
2“ I deliver'd thee, when bound,
And, when bleeding, heal'd thy wont " Sought thee wand'ring, set thee right
Turn'd thy darkness into light. 3 - Can a woman's tender care
Cease towards the child she bare?
Free and faithful--strong as death. 5 “Thou shalt see my glory soon,
When the vork of grace is dones
Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me! 6 Lord, it is my chief complaint,
That my love is weak and faint; Yet I love thee, and adore. for grace to love thee more!
L. M. 388. Living to Christ.
Phil. i. 21. IL
ET thoughtless thousands choose the road
That leads the soul away from God; This happiness, dear Lord, be mine,
To live and die entirely thine.
From him, my life, my all receive;
Serve him alone with all my pow'rs. 3 Christ is my everlasting all,
To him I look, on him I call;
In time and through eternity.
Soon shall I end my trials bere;
To live is Christ—to die is gain.
Soon walk through ev'ry golden street,
L. M. 389.
The Christian panting for God, 1 GREAT God, indulge my humble claim:
Be thou my hope, my joy, my rest! The glories, that compose thy name,
Stand all engag'd to make me blest. % Thou great and good, thou just and wise,
Thou art my Father and my God! And I am thine by sacred ties,
Thy child and servant, bought with blood 3 With heart and eyes and lifted hands,
For thee I long, for thee I look, As travellers in thirsty lands
Pant for the cooling water-brook. 4 Ev'n life itself, without thy love, No lasting pleasure can afford:
Yea, 'twould a tiresome burden prove,
If I were banish'd from thee, Lord. 5 I'll lift'my hands, I'll raise my voice,
While I have breath to pray or praise.
all the joys we mortals know,
Jesus, thy love exceeds the rest;
The highest rapture of the blest.
There's not a thought attempts to rove;
Fixes, and charms, and fires our love. 3 When of thine absence we complain,
And long, and weep, and humbly pray;
Those tears are sweet which mourn thy stay. 4 When round thy courts by day we rove,
Or ask the watchmen of the night
Thy very name creates delight.
Our eyes would dwell upon thy face;
P. M. 391.
Love of Jesus. iLO
OVE divine, how sweet the sound,
May the theme on earth abound: May the hearts of saints below,
With the sacred rapture glow! 9 Love amazing, large and free, Love unknown, to think on me!
Or an age
Let that love upon me shine,
Saviour, with its beams divine. 8 Better than earth's gilded toys,
of carnal joys; Better far than Ophir's gold,
Love that never can be told. 4 Better than this life of mine,
Saviour, is thy love divine:
Rivers of this love in thee.
Love divine shall tune my lay;
Still I'll praise a Saviour's love. 392.
(282.). C. M.
The Christian's choice. 1 THOU art my portion, O my God!
Soon as I know thy way,
And suffers no delay,
And glory in my choice;
Could make me so rejoice. 3 The testimonies of thy grace
1 set before mine eyes;
And there my comfort lies.
I think upon my ways;
And trust thy pard’ning grace. 5 Now I am thine, for ever thine:
O save tly servant, Lord! Thou art my shield, my hidiug-place, My hope is in thy word.