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Lord, make us wholly Thine ;
And in our hearts of stone
To mark us for Thine own.
Ah! where can that Treasure be found,
Far, far from commotion and strife,
A ray must descend from above,
Heirs of unending life,
While yet we sojourn here,
With trembling and with fear!
God will support our hearts
With might before unknown:
The strength is His alone.
'Tis He that works to will;
'Tis He that works to do; His is the power by which we act, His be the glory too.
Mark the soft-falling snow,
But waters earth
“ So,” saith the God of grace,
Millions of souls
Like morning, when her early breeze
Thy grace can send its breathings o'er
Till David touch'd his sacred lyre,
But when he swept the chords along,
So sleeps the soul, till Thou, O Lord,
Oh, had I not that story
The Light into the world is come,
The first divine enlivening ray!
The promise of eternal day.
He shall not long in sin abide;
His feet into the way of peace,
Light beams upon my inward eye,
New thoughts awake, new things I see ; Is this “ the Day-spring from on high,”
Shining on me?
The God of love my soul has met ;
He gently draws me from above, And though I do not love Him yet,
I long to love.
My soul, once dead, begins to move,
Roused by a Hand divine from sleep, My heart, once cold, begins to love,
My eye to weep.
Lord, while this heavenly light is shed,
Which while I gaze, seems still ť increase, Will not my wandering steps be led
To paths of peace ?
Light of the world! Thou, Thou hast shone,
With life and healing in Thy ray ; Now clear my path, and lead me on
To realms of day.
“ INVALID's HYMN Book." XIV. SINNERS SANCTIFIED AND JUSTIFIED