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With him I daily love to walk,
never, never part. Take him for strength and righteousness, Make him thy refuge in distress, Love him above all earthly joy, And him in ev'ry thing employ. Praise him in cheerful grateful songs, To him your highest praise belongs, To him who does your hear'n prepare, And him you'll praise for ever there.
328. Following Christ. L. M. Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone, He whom I fix'd my hopes upon, His track I see, and I'II pursue The narrow way, till him I view. The way the holy prophets went, The way that leads from banishment, The King's highway of holiness, l'll go, for all his paths are poace, No stranger may proceed therein, No lover of the world and sin, No lion, no devouring care, No sin nor sorrow shall be there,
No, nothing may go up thereon,
The favour'd saints of God,
And walk'd this vale of tears.
To better worlds above;
Through our Redeemer's love.
Suff'rers, like them beneath,
Through much distress and pain, Through various toils of sin and death,
We come with them to reign. Jesus, our glorious King,
Shall wipe our tears away, And call us up his praise to sing
In everlasting day. The joys ineffable
That from thy presence flow; The fulness here we cannot tell,
But, Lord, we die to know,
330. At Parting. C. M. Blest be the dear uniting love,
That will not let us part; Our bodies
far off remove, We still are join'd in heart. Join'd in one spirit to our head,
Where he appoints we go ;
And do his work below.
And nothing know beside!
But Jesus crucify'd.
To his belov'd embrace ;
And plenteous grace for grace.
But let us hasten to the day,
Which shall our flesh restore; When vanquish'd death shall shrink away,
And bodies part no more. 331. Professor, lovest thou Christ? 7. 'Tis a point I long to know,
Oft it causes anxious thought, Do I love the Lord, or no?
Am I his, or am I not? If I love, why am I thus ?
Why this dull and lifeless frame? Hardly sure can they be worse
Who have never heard his name! Could my heart so hard remain,
Prayer a task and burden prove, Ev'ry trifle give me pain,
If I knew a Saviour's love? When I turn my eyes within,
All is dark, and vain, and wild, Fill'd with unbelief and sin;
Can I deem myself a child ? If I pray, or hear, or read,
Sin is mix'd with all I do ; You that love the Lord indeed,
Tell me, is it thus with you? Yet I mourn my stubborn will,
Find my sin a grief and thrall; Should I grieve for what I feel
If I did not love at all?
Could I joy his saints to meet,
Choose the ways I once abhorr'd Find at times the promise sweet,
If I did not love the Lord. Lord, decide the doubtful case,
Thou who art thy people's sun,
If it be indeed begun.
If I love at all, I pray ;
Help me to begin to-day,
My terror now begins,
In trespasses and sins.
I hear the thunder roar;
And vengeance at the door,
I dread impending doom;
Flee from the wrath to come."
A glimm'ring from afar,
To save me from despair,