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5 High Heaven, that heard the solemn vow,
That vow renewed shall daily hear,
And with the arms of faith embrace; 0 King of glory, hear my call;
O raise me, heal me by thy grace. Now righteous through thy grace I am;
No condemnation now I dread; I taste salvation in thy name,
Alive in thee, my living Head. 2 Still let thy wisdom be my guide,
Nor take thy flight from me away; Still with me let thy grace abide,
That I from thee may never stray: Let thy word richly in me dwell,
Thy peace and love my portion be; My joy to endure and do thy will,
Till perfect I am found in thee. 3 Arm me with thy whole armor, Lord,
Support my weakness with thy might; Gird on my thigh thy conquering sword,
And shield me in the threatening fight; From faith to faith, from grace to grace,
So in thy strength shall I go on, Till heaven and earth flee from thy face,
And glory end what grace begun.
Wolfgang C. Dessler,
Tr. by J. Wesley.
449 Forgicing lore.
L. M. MY
soul, with humble fervor raise
To God the voice of grateful praise, And all my ransomed powers combine, To bless his attributes divine.
2 Deep on my heart let memory trace
John H. Livingstone.
His track I see, and I 'll pursue
say, “Come hither, soul, I am the way.” 5 Lo! glad I come; and thou, blest Lamb, Shalt take me to thee, as I am; Nothing but sin have I to give; Nothing but love shall I receive. 6 Then will I tell to sinners round, What a dear Saviour I have found; I'll point to thy redeeming blood,
“Behold the way to God.”
His sovereign grace.
Hath animated senseless stones,
And raised us into Abrah’m's sons.
In sin and error's deadly shade,
In Jesus' lovely face displayed.
And bared thine arm in all our sight;
And claimed the outcasts as thy right. 4 Thy single arm, almighty Lord,
To us the great salvation brought; Thy Word, thy all-creating Word,
That spake at first the world from naught. 5 For this the saints lift For this the hosts above rejoice,
And ceaseless praise to thee is given;
The Lord our righteousness. LETnot the wise their wisdom boast
, The rich in flattering riches trust,
mighty glory in their might,
take their everlasting flight. 2 The rush of numerous years bears down
The most gigantic strength of man ; And where is all his wisdom gone,
? only gift can justify boasting soul that knows his God; Jesus doth his blood apply,
in his sprinkled blood.
4 The Lord my Righteousness I praise,
I triumph in the love divine;
In Christ to endless ages mine.
10, 11. WHAT shall I do my Saviour to praise,
So faithful and true, so plenteous in grace, So strong to deliver, so good to redeem The weakest believer that hangs upon him! 2 How happy the man whose heart is set free, The people that can be joyful in thee! Their joy is to walk in the light of thy face, And still they are talking of Jesus's grace: 3 For thou art their boast, their glory, and
power, And I also trust to see the glad hour, My soul's new creation, a life from the dead, The day of salvation that lifts up my head. 4 For Jesus, my Lord, is now my defense; I trust in his word; none plucks me from thence; Since I have found favor, he all things will do; My King and my Saviour shall make me anew. 5 Yes, Lord, I shall see the bliss of thine own; Thy secret to me shall soon be made known; For sorrow and sadness I joy shall receive, · And share in the gladness of all that believe.
Accepted in the Beloced. 10, 11. LL praise to the Lamb! accepted I am, Through faith in the Saviour's adorable
name: In him I confide, his blood is applied; For me he hath suffered, for me he hath died.
2 Not a cloud doth arise, to darken my skies, Or hide for a moment my Lord from mine
eyes: In him I am blest, I lean on his breast, And lo! in his wounds I continue to rest.
And art thou pacified ?
Dost thou no longer chide?
And all my restless passions sway:
Out of the narrow way.
And leave me not alone;
And seal me for thine own: More and more thyself reveal,
Thy presence let me always find; Comfort, and confirm, and heal
My feeble, sin-sick mind. 3 As the apple of thine eye, Thy weakest servant keep;
me at thy feet to lie, And there forever
weep: Tears of joy mine eyes o’erflow,
That I have any hope of heaven; Much of love I ought to know,
For I have much forgiven.
7, 6, 8.
With all of creature good! Only Jesus I pursue,
Who bought me with his blood: