4 Sinners who in Thee believe Everlasting life receive;

They with joy behold thy face,
Triumph in thy pardoning grace.
163.

God all, and in all.

My God, my life, my love,
To Thee, to Thee I call;

I cannot live, if Thou remove,
For Thou art all in all.

Thy shining grace can cheer

This dungeon where I dwell: 'Tis Paradise when Thou art here, If Thou depart, 'tis hell.

3

To Thee, and Thee alone,

4

5

The angels owe their bliss;

They sit around thy gracious throne,
And dwell where Jesus is.

Not all the harps above,
Can make a heavenly place,
If God his residence remove,
Or but conceal his face.

Nor earth, nor all the sky
Can one delight afford,

No, not a drop of real joy,
Without thy presence, Lord.

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Thou art the sea of love,

Where all my pleasures roll,
The circle where my passions move,

And centre of my soul.

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God's presence in joy and trouble. 1 My God, the spring of all my joys, The life of my delights,

The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights.

2 In darkest shades, if Thou appear,
My dawning is begun;

Thou art my soul's sweet morning-star,
And Thou my rising sun.

3 The opening heavens around me shine
With beams of sacred bliss,
While Jesus shows his mercy mine,
And whispers, I am his!

4 My soul would leave this heavy clay
At that transporting word,
Run up with joy the shining way,
To' embrace my dearest Lord.

5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death,
I'd break through every foe;
The wings of love, and arms of faith,
Should bear me conqueror through.

165.

For a contrite heart.

10 FOR that tenderness of heart,
Which bows before the Lord;
Acknowledging how just Thou art,
And trembling at thy word!

2 O for those humble, contrite tears,
Which from repentance flow;
That consciousness of guilt, which fears
The long-suspended blow!

3 Saviour, to me, in pity, give
The sensible distress;

The pledge Thou wilt at last receive,

And bid me die in peace;

Wilt from the dreadful day remove,

Before the evil come;

My spirit hide with saints above,
My body in the tomb.

166.

Invitation to praise the Lord.

10 FOR a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer's praise;
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his grace!

2 My gracious Master, and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,

To spread through all the earth abroad,
The honours of thy name.

3 Jesus, the name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;
'Tis music in the sinner's ears,
'Tis life, and health, and peace.

4 He breaks the power of cancell❜d sin,
He sets the prisoner free;

His blood can make the foulest clean;
His blood avail'd for me.

5 He speaks; and, listening to his voice,
New life the dead receive;
The mournful broken hearts rejoice,
The humble poor believe.

6 Hear Him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb,
Your loosen'd tongues employ;
Ye blind, behold your Saviour come,
And leap, ye lame, for joy.

7 Look unto Him, ye nations; own
Your God, ye fallen race;

Look, and be saved by faith alone,
Be justified by grace.

8 See all your sins on Jesus laid:
The Lamb of God was slain,
His soul was once an offering made,
For every soul of man.

9 Awake from guilty nature's sleep,
And Christ shall give you light;

Cast all your sins into the deep,
And wash the Æthiop white.

10 With me, by faith, ye then shall know,
Shall feel your sins forgiven;
Anticipate your heaven below,
And own that love is heaven.

167.

The Sun of Righteousness.

1 CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies,
Christ, the true, the only light,
Sun of Righteousness, arise,
Triumph o'er the shades of night:
Day-spring from on high, be near;
Day-star, in my heart appear.
2 Dark and cheerless is the morn,
Unaccompanied by Thee;
Joyless is the day's return,

Till thy mercy's beams I see;
Till they inward light impart,
Glad my eyes, and warm my heart.

3 Visit, then, this soul of mine,
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
Fill me, Radiancy Divine!

Scatter all my unbelief:
More and more Thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.

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For Providence and Grace.

10 THOU, my light, my life, my joy,
My glory, and my all;

Unsent by Thee, no good can come,
No evil can befall.

2 Such are thy schemes of providence,
And methods of thy grace,

That I may safely trust in Thee,
Through all the wilderness.

3 'Tis thine outstretch'd and powerful arm Upholds me in the way;

And thy rich bounty well supplies
The wants of every day.

4 For such compassions, O my God!
Ten thousand thanks are due;
For such compassions, I esteem
Ten thousand thanks too few.

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Depending upon Christ.

1 WHEN, O dear Jesus, when shall I
Behold Thee all serene,
Blest in perpetual Sabbath-day,
Without a veil between?

2 Assist me while I wander here
Amidst a world of cares;

Incline my heart to pray with love,
And then accept my prayers.

3 Spare me, O God! O spare the soul
That gives itself to Thee;
Take all that I possess below,
And give Thyself to me.

4 Thy Spirit, O my Saviour, give
To be my Guide and Friend,
To light my path to ceaseless joys,
Where Sabbaths never end.

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The Traveller's Hymn.

1 How are thy servants bless'd, O Lord! How sure is their defence! Eternal wisdom is their guide,

Their help, Omnipotence!

2 In foreign realms, and lands remote, Supported by thy care,

Through burning climes I pass'd unhurt, And breathed in tainted air.