Confidence in the Saviour.
I BESET with snares on every hand,
In life's uncertain path I stand:
Saviour divine, diffuse thy light
To guide my doubtful footsteps right. 2 Engage this roving, treacherous heart To fix on Mary's better part;
To scorn the trifles of a day,
For joys that none can take away.
3 Then let the wildest storms arise,
Let tempests mingle earth and skies ;
No fatal shipwreck shall I fear,
But all my treasures with me bear.
4 If Thou, my Jesus, still be nigh,
Cheerful I live, and joyful die :
Secure, when mortal comforts flee,
To find ten thousand worlds in Thee.
1 LOVE divine, all love excelling,
Joy of heaven, to earth come down!
Fix us in thy humble dwelling,
All thy faithful mercies crown;
Jesus! Thou art all compassion,
Pure, unbounded love Thou art;
Visit us with thy salvation,
Enter every longing heart.
2 Breathe, O breathe thy loving Spirit, Into every troubled breast!
Let us all in Thee inherit,
Let us find thy promised rest :
Take away the love of sinning,
Alpha and Omega be,
End of faith, as its beginning,
Set our hearts at liberty.
3 Come, Almighty to deliver,
Let us all thy life receive!
Suddenly return, and never,
Never more thy temples leave!
Thee we would be always blessing,
Serve Thee as thine hosts above;
Pray, and praise Thee without ceasing,
Glory in thy precious love.
4 Finish then thy new creation,
Pure, unspotted may we be:
Let us see our whole salvation
Perfectly secured by Thee!
Changed from glory into glory,
Till in heaven we take our place;
Till we cast our crowns before Thee,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise.
1 DEAR Lord; though bitter is the cup
Thy gracious hand deals out to me,
I cheerfully would drink it up,
That cannot hurt which comes from Thee.
2 Wash it with thine unchanging love,
Let not a drop of wrath be there;
The saints for ever bless'd above
Were often most afflicted here.
3 From Jesus, our incarnate God,
I'll learn obedience to thy will;
And humbly kiss the chastening rod,
When its severest strokes I feel.
To be made perfect in Love.
10 THAT my heart was right with Thee,
And loved Thee with a perfect love :
O that my Lord would dwell in me,
And never from his seat remove!
Jesus, apply thy pardoning blood,
And make this bosom fit for God.
2 Saviour, I dwell in awful night,
Until Thou in my heart appear;
Arise, propitious sun, and light
An everlasting morning there:
Thy presence puts the shadows by;
If Thou withdraw, how dark am I!
3 0 let my prayer acceptance find,
And bring the mighty blessing down;
Eye-sight impart, for I am blind;
And seal me thine adopted son:
A fallen, helpless creature take,
And heir of thy salvation make.
Not ashamed of Christ..
1 JESUS, and can it ever be
A mortal man ashamed of Thee?
Scorn'd be the thought by rich and poor, My soul shall scorn it more and more. 2 Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far May evening blush to own a star! Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon May midnight blush to think of noon.
3 Ashamed of Jesus! yes I may,
When I've no crimes to wash away;
No tears to wipe, no joys to crave,
And no immortal soul to save.
4 Ashamed of Jesus! that dear friend,
On whom my hopes of heaven depend;
No: when I blush, be this my shame
That I not more revere his name.
5 Till then-nor is the boasting vain;
Till then I boast a Saviour slain;
And O may this my portion be,
That Saviour's not ashamed of me!
The Servant of Christ.
1 My gracious Lord, I own thy right
To every service I can pay;
And call it my supreme delight
To hear thy dictates and obey.
2 What is my being but for Thee,
Its sure support, its noblest end?
Thy ever-smiling face to see,
And serve the cause of such a friend?
3 I would not breathe for worldly joy,
Or to increase my worldly good;
Nor future days or powers employ
To spread a sounding name abroad.
4 'Tis to my Saviour I would live ;
To Him who for my ransom died;
Nor could untainted Eden give
Such bliss as blossoms at his side.
5 His work my hoary age shall bless,
When youthful vigour is no more;
And my last hour of life confess
His love hath animating power.
"Thou knowest that I love Thee."-John xxi. 16.
1 Do not I love Thee, O my Lord? Behold my heart and see;
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 every joy,
When Jesus cannot move.
3 Is not thy name melodious still
To mine attentive ear?
Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound
My Saviour's voice to hear?
4 Hast Thou a lamb in all thy flock
I would disdain to feed?
Hast Thou a foe before whose face
I fear thy cause to plead?
5 Would not my heart pour forth its blood
In honour of thy name?
And challenge the cold hand of death
To damp the immortal flame?
6 Thou know'st I love Thee, dearest Lord; But O! I long to soar
Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
And learn to love Thee more.
Times past reviewed.
1 GOD of my life and all my powers,
The everlasting friend!
Shall life, so favour'd in its dawn,
Be fruitless in its end?
2 To Thee, O Lord, my tender years
A trembling duty paid,
With glimpses of the mighty God
Delighted and afraid.
3 From parent's eye, and paths of men,
Thy touch I ran to meet;
It swell'd the hymn, and seal'd the prayer,
'Twas calm, and strange, and sweet!
4 Oft when beneath the work of sin
Trembling and dark I stood,
And felt the edge of eager thought,
And felt the kindling blood,
5 Thy dew came down-my heart was thine,
It knew nor doubt nor strife;
Cool now, and peaceful as the grave,
And strong to second life.
6 Full of myself I oft forsook
The way, the truth, and Thee,
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