3 In darkness willingly I stray'd; I sought thee, yet from thee I rov'd; For wide my wandering thoughts were spread,

lov'd;

And now, if more, at length, I see, 'Tis thro' thy light, and comes from

THEE, Lord, I love with sacred awe, [draw Thy gracious presence ne'er withFrom me, thy feeble creature: The world is tasteless unto me, I find no comfort but in thee,

And in thy loving nature: [broke, Yea, when the strings of life are Thou shalt remain my lasting Rock; Thou art my Portion, and my All, Whose blood redeem'd me from the [name Lord Jesus Christ, :: thy saving

fall;

Preserve me from eternal shame. 2 All my desires are fix'd on thee, Lord Jesus, thou art more to me

Than every earthly treasure: Were heaven itself without thee, Lord,

What could all heavenly bliss afford

To yield me solid pleasure? Did I not feel that thou art near, Whene'er I mourn, my heart to cheer,

Nought in this world could comfort me;

My wishes centre all in thee: Lord Jesus Christ, :: if thou art gone,

My every refuge is withdrawn.

3 With my whole heart I cleave to thee,

[me; And thou wilt come and dwell with

This is my consolation:
In danger thou art my defence,
In fear my only confidence,
Thou Rock of my salvation.

Are thy great love and merit; Were these but fix'd within my mind, What could disturb my spirit? O might no thought arise in me, No object move my senses, No pretences,

To obstruct my love to thee;

Thus heaven on earth commences. 4 Thy love divine is perfect rest,

The source of all true pleasure: O Jesus, be my soul thus blest,

To enjoy thee in full measure: Shed in my heart thy love abroad; O let thy blood be healing All that's ailing,

And that depravity

I am with grief bewailing. 5 Thy love, my Saviour, all supplies That to my soul is wanting; 'Tis the true light unto mine eyes, My cordial when I'm fainting; My bread and wine, my costly dress, My joy and delectation,

My salvation,

My comfort in distress,

My soul's lov'd habitation.

6 My dearest Lord, shouldst thou remove,

Nought else could yield me pleasure;

Shouldst thou withdraw thy precious love,

I lose my only treasure:
Thee may I seek and entertain,
With inward joy receive thee,
Never leave thee,

And ne'er henceforth again

Unfaithful prove and grieve thee.

7 Thy love hath always been the same
And ever did pursue me;
Before I knew thy saving name,
In mercy thou didst view me:
O let that love, almighty Lord,
Continue to direct me

And protect me,
Yea, help to me afford

'Gainst all that would infect me.

8 Thy love uphold when griefs prevail,

Give strength when I am feeble; And when this heart and flesh shall

JESUS, my highest treasure,
In thy communion blest
I find unsullied pleasure,
True happiness and rest:
Myself as an oblation

I have to thee assign'd, Because thou by thy passion Hast heal'd my sin-sick mind. 2 O joy, all joys exceeding,

Thou Bread most heavenly, When I on thee am feeding,

Thou dost me satisfy With marrow and with fatness, With comfort, joy, and peace, And fill my heart with gladness, Assuaging my distress.

3 Let me perceive thy friendly, Thy cheering countenance: Spread thro' my heart its kind y, Enlivening influence:

JESUS is my light most fair;
He, the Father's well-beloved,
Left his throne, our griefs to share,
By eternal mercy moved:

He alone is my delight,
He my soul hath captivated,
With his love I'm penetrated:

He hath overcome me quite.

2 Round his pierced feet I'll cling, Him I seek with love most tender; And accurs'd be every thing, Which my seeking himwould hinder.

Tell me nought of worldly fame, Tell me nought of earthly treasure; Would you please in any measure,

Tell me of his lovely name.

3 But himself I must behold,
To him I will make confession;
My defects are manifold,
But I trust to his compassion:

For I cannot, will not rest,
Till I've found my dearest Saviour,
Till he looks on me in favour,

Till he grants me my request. 4 May I of thy chosen bride Be a member chaste and holy; Let me quite in thee confide, Cleave to thee and love thee solely: Jesus, kindly me receive; Thine alone may I be called; Grant that what hath me enthralled, May no longer me enslave.

5 Thou in grace hast look'd on me, And with precious gifts hast blessed; Yet content I cannot be, Till I am of thee possessed: Jesus, now upon me shine, Jesus, be my sun resplendent, Jesus, be my joy transcendent, Jesus, be thou ever mine.

JESUS will I never leave,
He's the God of my salvation;
Through his merits I receive
Pardon, life, and consolation:
All the powers of my mind
To my Saviour be resign'd.
2 Nought on earth can satisfy
One desire which God inspireth;
Only Jesus can supply

All my needy heart requireth: He all losses can retrieve, Him I'll therefore never leave. 3 He is mine, and I am his, Join'd with him in close communion; And his bitter passion is

The foundation of this union: Full of hopes which never yield, Firm on him, my rock, I build.

4 O the happy hours I spend

With him in bless'd conversation; He's my near and faithful friend,

Full of grace, peace, & salvation:
From the look at Jesus' wounds
Pure delight to me redounds.
5 With my Jesus I will stay,

He the life, the truth, the way,
He my soul preserves & feedeth:

Me to living waters leadeth:
Blessed who can say with me,
Christ, I'll never part with thee.
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T. 22. DEAR Jesus, when I think on thee, My heart for joy doth leap in me; Thy blest remembrance yields delight,

But far more blest will be the sight. 2 When thou art near, I must confess, I feel a bliss I can't express: Thy love, my Saviour, ne'er can cloy, Fountain of bliss and source of joy. 3 Let me by faith behold thy face, Still taste thy love and share thy

DEAREST Jesus, come to me,
And abide eternally;

Friend of needy sinners, come,
Fill and make my heart thy home.
Nothing else can give me joy;
2 Oftentimes for thee I sigh,
This is still my cry to thee:
Dearest Jesus, come to me.

3 Should I in earth's pleasures roll,
None could satisfy my soul:
Thou'rt my pleasure evermore.
Thee, O Jesus, I adore,
4 Jesus, thee alone I call
My beloved Friend, my All;
Nothing, whatsoe'er it be,
Shall divide my heart with thec.

Who nought deserv'd but endless misery.

20 may I in his love be blest, Like John, reclining on his breast; And oft, like humble Magdalen, Adore the friend of sinful men, With longing heart attending at his feet,

Till with a gracious look from him I meet.

3 I'll weep whene'er he's not to me What the most cordial friend can

be; Do I not always feel him nigh, And his reviving grace enjoy, Do I not in his sweet communion live,

Nought else to my poor soul can comfort give.

How much day by day

Thee, Lord, I have tried,

For comfort to my Jesus,

hast died;

2 I own the fault mine:

Thy patience divine,

Which clearly I trace,

That he's near and gracious.

7 They who have grace-our Saviour's face

To seek on each occasion,

covers my face.

With his consolation.