C.M. 3 But oh! when gloomy doubts prevail, 457 As He is, so are we in this world. I fear to call Thee mine; The springs of comfort seem to fail, And all my hopes decline. 4 Yet, gracious God! where shall I flee? Thou art my only trust; 1 JOHN iv. 17. And still my soul would cleave to 2 Such was Thy grace, that, for our Thee Though prostrate in the dust. sake, [down; Thou didst from heaven come Our mortal flesh and blood partake, In all our misery one. 5 Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face? 3 Our sins, our guilt, in love divine, And shall I seek in vain ? And can the ear of sovereign grace Be deaf when I complain? 6 No; still the ear of sovereign grace Attends the mourner's prayer; O may I ever find access, 7 Thy mercy-seat is open still; ANNE STEELE. 1760. | 4 Were borne on earth by Thee; The gall, the curse, the wrath were To set Thy members free. [Thine 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 Soon, soon shall come that glorious When seated on Thy throne, [day, Thou shalt to wondering worlds display, That Thou with us art one. JAMES G. DECK. 1837. THE CHRISTIAN LIFE: LOVE TO GOD AND MAN. 1 FROM LAM. iii. 24. ROM pole to pole let others roam, And search in vain for bliss; My soul is satisfied at home, The Lord my portion is. 2 Jesus, who on His glorious throne Rules heaven, and earth, and sea, Is pleased to claim me for His own, And give Himself to me. 3 His person fixes all my love, His blood removes my fear; 4 His word of promise is my food, 5 For Him I count as gain each loss, [we 2 We love Thee, Lord, because when Because when we forsook Thy ways, Thou wert not the avenging Judge, Because Thy Son came down to die, That we might live above; Because, when we were heirs of wrath, Thou gavest hopes of heaven: Yes; much we love, who much have sinned, And much have been forgiven. C.M. 3 And griefs, and torments numberless, 464 The excellency of the knowledge of And sweat of agony; E'en death itself,-and all for one 4 Then why, O blessed Jesus Christ, Should I not love Thee well? Not for the sake of winning heaven, Or of escaping hell. 5 Not with the hope of gaining aught, 6 E'en so I love Thee, and will love, 463 10 FRANCIS XAVIER. 1552. TR. BY E. CASWELL. 1849. 8.8.6. Jesus.-PHIL. iii. 8. TEACH us more of Thy blest ways, Thou holy Lamb of God! And fix and root us in Thy grace, As those redeemed by blood. 2 O tell us often of Thy love, 3 For this, O may we freely count JAMES HUTTON. 1741. 8.7. The love of Christ which passeth 465 Hitherto hath the Lord helped us. knowledge.-EPH. iii. 19. LOVE divine, how sweet Thou art! When shall I find my willing heart I thirst, I faint, I die to prove The love of Christ to me! 2 Stronger His love than death and hell, Its riches are unsearchable: The first-born sons of light The length, and breadth, and 3 God only knows the love of God: 4 O that I could for ever sit, Be this my happy choice: 1 COM 1 SAM. vii. 12. YOME, Thou fount of every blessing! Tune my heart to sing Thy grace! Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise. Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above: Praise the mount-O fix me on it, Mount of God's unchanging love. 2 Here I raise my Ebenezer, Hither by Thy help I'm come, 3 0, to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrained to be; Prone to leave the God I love: ROBERT ROBINSON. 1758. salvation.-PSA. xxxviii. 22. TAKE away this evil heart; This heart of unbelief renew, So prone, so eager to depart Lord, we Thy presence seek: May ours this blessing be; O give the pure and lowly heart,— A temple meet for Thee! 472 1 2 From Thee, the living God and true. 3 2 O sanctify this sinful soul; Health to the dying leper give; Thou, if Thou wilt, canst make me Speak but the word, and I shall live. 4 Then though a fallen child of earth, JAMES MONTGOMERY. 1853. 4 5 JOHN KEBLE. 1827. S.M. Joined unto the Lord.--1 Cor. vi. 17. DEAR Saviour, we are Thine, By everlasting bands: Our names, our hearts we would resign, Our souls are in Thy hands. To Thee we still would cleave If millions tempt us Christ to leave, Our souls to Thee, our Head; Conform us to Thine image bright, That we Thy paths may tread. Death may our souls divide From these abodes of clay; But love shall keep us near Thy side, Through all the gloomy way. Since Christ and we are one, Why should we yield to fear? If He in heaven hath fixed His 473 If any man serve Me, let him follow Me.-JOHN xii. 26. OW shall I follow Him I serve? HOW How shall I copy Him I love? Nor from those blessed footsteps swerve, Which lead me to His seat above? 2 Privations, sorrows, bitter scorn, The life of toil, the mean abode, The faithless kiss, the crown of thorn, Are these the consecrated road? 3 'Twas thus He suffered, though a Son, Foreknowing, choosing, feeling all; Until the perfect work was done, And drank the bitter cup of gall. |