3 Lord! with this truth impress me,
And write it on my heart,
To comfort, cheer, and bless me,
That Thou my Saviour art;
Without Thy love to guide me,
I should be wholly lost;

The floods would quickly hide me,
On life's wide ocean tost.

(German) C. J. P. Spitta, 1836 Tr. R. Massie, 1869

Spanish Melody

213 ST. AGNES C. M.

J. B. Dykes, 1866

2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, Nor can the memory find

A sweeter sound than Thy blest name, O Saviour of mankind!

3 O hope of every contrite heart,

O joy of all the meek!

To those who fall, how kind Thou art,
How good to those who seek!

214 BOARDMAN C. M.

4 But what to those who find? Ah! this,
Nor tongue nor pen can show;
The love of Jesus, what it is,
None but His loved ones know.

5 Jesus, our only joy be Thou,
As Thou our prize shalt be;
Jesus, be Thou our glory now,
And through eternity.

Bernard of Clairvaux (c. 1130 or 1140) Tr. E. Caswall
L. Devereux. Arr. G. Kingsley, 1839

4 Yet though I have not seen, and still
Must rest in faith alone,

I love Thee, dearest Lord!-and will,
Unseen, but not unknown.

5 When death these mortal eyes shall seal,
And still this throbbing heart,
The rending veil shall Thee reveal
All glorious as Thou art!

R. Palmer,

T. Hastings, 1837

215 ORTONVILLE C. M.

p.p.

Amen.

2 Yes! - Thou art precious to my soul,
My transport and my trust;
Jewels, to Thee, are gaudy toys,
And gold is sordid dust.

3 All my capacious powers can wish,
In Thee doth richly meet;

Not to mine eyes is light so dear, Nor friendship half so sweet.

4 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart,
And sheds its fragrance there;-
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.

217 ESSEX

7s. 51.

Thomas Clark (1775-1859)