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AME of Jesus ! Name of pleasure,
By the tongue unspeakable,
Name of sweetness passing measure,
To the ear delectable,
'Tis our safeguard and our treasure,
'Tis our help 'gainst sin and hell.

2 ”Tis the Name for adoration,
'Tis the Name of victory;
'Tis the Name for meditation
In the vale of misery;
"Tis the Name for veneration
By the citizens on high.

3 'Tis the Name by right exalted
Over every other name;
This, when we are sore assaulted,
Puts our enemies to shame;
Strength to them that else had halted,
Eyes to blind, and feet to lame.

4 Jesus, we Thy Name adoring
Long to see Thee as Thou art;
Of Thy clemency imploring
So to write it in our heart,
That hereafter, upward soaring,
We with angels may have part.

ND did the Son of God appear
A man of toil and suffering here
Him let us then our pattern make,
Who toiled and suffered for our sake.

2 Though holy, harmless, undefiled,
He learned obedience from a child ;
Through youth, in grace and wisdom grew;
As man, the tempter’s wiles o'erthrew.

3 Rebuke and scorn He meekly bore;
The more reviled, He loved the more :
Thus He delighted to fulfil
Love's law, His heavenly Father's will.

4 O'er land and sea, whate'er the cost,
He came to seek and save the lost;
For this He hungered, thirsted, sighed,
Watched, prayed and laboured, lived and died.

5 Taught by His Spirit, thus may we
In all things like our Pattern be;
By His our words and actions frame,
And bear His cross who bear His name !

4 & OME to a desert place apart,
And rest a little while;”
So spake the Lord, when limbs and heart
Waxed faint and sick through toil.

2 High communings with God He sought ;
But, where He sought them, found
The restless crowd together brought,
And labour's weary round.

3 Then not a thought to self was given,
Nor breathed He word of blame:
He fed their souls with bread from heaven,
Then stayed their sinking frame.

4 Turned He, when that long task was done,
To sleep fatigue away ?
When on the desert sank the sun,
The Saviour waked to pray.

5 O perfect Pattern from above
So strengthen us, that ne'er
Prayer keep us back from works of love,
Nor works of love from prayer.


JOY for those whose path is sent
Through busy scenes, to feel
How amongst sinners Jesus went
In meekness, love, and zeal

2 Blest thought for every faithful heart,
That pure would still remain,
Yet do its firm but gentle part
Amid the bad and vain

3 Good Lord, through this world's troubled way
Thy children's path secure;
And lead us onward, day by day,
Gentle, like Thee, and pure.

4 Be ours to do Thy work of love,
All erring souls to win ;
Amid a sinful world to move,
Yet give no smile to sin.

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ORD Jesus, are we one with Thee?
O height, O depth of love
Thou one with us on Calvary,
We one with Thee above.

2 Such was Thy love, that for our sake

Thou didst from heaven come down; Our mortal flesh and blood partake,

In all our misery one.

3 Our sins, our guilt, in love divine, Confessed and borne by Thee!

The sting, the curse, the wrath, were Thine,

To set Thy members free.

4 Ascended now, in glory bright,
Still one with us Thou art;
Nor life, nor death, nor depth, nor height,
Thy saints and Thee can part.

5 Ere long shall come that glorious day,
When, seated on Thy throne,
Thou shalt to wondering worlds display
That we in Thee are one.

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FOR a heart to praise my God!
A heart from guilt set free;
A heart that’s sprinkled with the blood
So freely shed for me.

A heart resigned, submissive, meek,
My blest Redeemer's throne;

Where only Christ is heard to speak,
Where Jesus reigns alone.

3 A humble, lowly, contrite heart,
Believing, true, and clean;
Which neither life nor death can part
From Him who dwells within.

4. A heart in every thought renewed,
And filled with love divine;
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good—
A copy, Lord, of Thine.

5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart;
Come quickly from above;
Write Thy new name upon my heart—
Thy new, best name of Love!

3 II
FOR a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame;

A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb

2 Return, O holy Dove return,
Sweet messenger of rest;
I hate the sins that made Thee mourn,
And drave Thee from my breast.

3 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from Thy throne,
And worship only Thee.

4. So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

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