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Open now the crystal fountain,
Lead me all my journey through;
Bid my anxious fears subside; Death of death, and hell's destruction, Land me safe on Canaan's side; Songs of praises, songs of praises, I will ever give to thee. Musing on my habitation,
Musing on my heavenly home, Fills my soul with holy longing,
Come, my Jesus, quickly come:
142. The waiting Soul. c. M.
O whither can I go to get
O that I could but once by faith
And see him languish there to death,
O that I might but once be found
143. Surrender of Heart. C. M. TAKE my poor heart just as it is,
Set up therein thy throne; So shall I love thee above all, And live to thee alone.
Complete thy work, and crown thy grace,
Which teaches me what is thy will,
This unction may I ever feel,
This teaching from my Lord, And learn obedience to thy voice, Thy soul-reviving word.
144. Happiness only in Christ. C. M.
O DEAREST Lord, take thou
Where can such sweetness be,
As I have tasted in thy love,
If zeal with knowledge in my heart
If love, that mildest flame, can rest
My Lord hath seiz'd me with sweet force,
O! 'tis in vain to seek for bliss,
"Tis heaven on earth to taste his love,
145. For Christ's Presence. 7.
DEAREST Jesus, come to me,
Worthy friend of sinners come,
Oftentimes for thee I sigh,
Could I clearly see above
Son of God, my dearest Lord,
146. The Lord is my Shepherd. C. M. COMPANIONS of thy little flock,
Dear Lord, we fain would be, Our helpless hearts to thee look up, To thee, our Shepherd flee.
O might we lean upon that breast
And now become those lambs caress'd
How sweet that voice, how sweet that hand,
Shews Canaan's milk and honey land,
As one in heart we all rejoice.
147. For a Blessing on Ordinances. L. M. BELOVED Saviour, faithful friend,
The joy of all thy cross's train, In mercy to our aid descend,
Or else we worship thee in vain. In vain we meet to sing and pray,
If Christ his influence with-hold, Our hearts remain as cold as clay,
Till we our God by faith behold. Then let us feel thy healing beams, And view thy reconciled face, Yea, prove thy presence in these means To bless a vile and helpless race. Here manifest thyself in peace,
Thy faithful mercies now make known, O breathe on us a gale of grace, And send thy cheering blessing down. We gladly for thy coming wait,
Seeking to know thee as thou art, We bow as sinners at thy feet,
And bid thee welcome to our heart.
Let shame our guilty souls bow down,
Who knows while we our folly own,