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Make slaves the partners of thy throne !
DEAREST of all the names above,
My Jesus and my God,
Or trifle with thy blood ?
The Father smiles again ;
The Spirit dwells with men. Till God in human flesh I see,
My thoughts no comfort find,
Are terrors to my mind.
slavish fear, His
grace removes my sins.
While some on their own works rely,
And some of wisdom boast, I love the incarnate mystery, And there I fix
175. The Good Shepherd. 8', Thou Shepherd of Israel divine,
The joy of the contrite in heart, For closer communion they pine,
Still, still to reside where thou art. The pasture, 0 when shall we find,
Where all who their Shepherd obey, Are fed on thy bosom reclin'd,
Are screen'd from the heat of the day ? Ah! shew us that happiest place,
The place of thy people's abode, Where saints in an ecstasy gaze,
And hang on a crucify'd God! Thy love for lost sinners declare,
Thy passion and death on the tree, Our spirits to Calvary bear,
To suffer and triumph with thee. "Tis there, with the lambs of thy fook,
There only we'd covet to rest, To lie at the foot of the rock,
Or rise to be hid in thy breast. "Tis there we would always abide,
And never a moment depart, Conceal'd in the cleft of thy side,
Eternally held in thy heart.
176. Morning or Evening. C. M. JESUS, the Saviour of my soul,
Be thou my heart's delight; Ever to me the same remain,
My joy by day and night. Hungry and thirsty after thee
May I be found each hour, Humble in heart, and happy kept,
By thine almighty power. O may I never once forget,
What a poor worm I am, From death and hell redeem'd by blood,
The blood of God's dear Lamb! May thy blest Spirit in my heart,
Most sweetly shed abroad, The love of my incarnate God,
Who bought me with his blood. The mystery of redeeming love,
Be ever dear to me; And may
the flesh and blood of Christ My daily manna be. 177. Jesus our High Priest. ESUS, our High-Priest and our Head,
Who bears our flesh and blood,
Before the throne of God.
Thy poor weak members here,
A part with us thouľ't bear.
Thou with great tenderness art touch'd
At what thy children feel,
Thou know'st well what we ail.
With every smart and pain,
Thou didst the same sustain.
Yet to us thou art near ;
And listen'st to our prayer.
That with us thou art one,
Yea, bone of our own bone.
But before thee prostrate lie,
To all eternity.
178. Happiness only in Christ. c. M.
Who love thy face to see,
Kind visits oft from thee.
soul with thee converse, Who art my chief delight; For sure the world can't ease my heart,
If banish’d from thy sight.
179. Fellowship. C. M. Jesus, knit all our hearts to thee,
And join us all in one;
Be thou our aim alone.
Without a rival reign;
To praise the Lamb once slain.
180. For Spiritual Mindedness. 148. Lord, let my Spirit dwell
(Whilst I reside below)
Of misery and woe:
In thee, my God, alone,
I spread before thy throne;
Whilst yet the light is near
In deep confusion, cheer;