4 A heart in every thought renew'd,
And full of love divine;
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,
A copy, Lord, of thine.
5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart;
Come quickly from above;
Write thy new name upon my heart,—
Thy new, best name of Love.
GOD, most merciful and true, Thy nature to my soul impart; 'Stablish with me the cov'nant new, And stamp thine image on my heart. 2 To real holiness restored,
O let me gain my Saviour's mind; And in the knowledge of my Lord, Fulness of life eternal find.
3 Remember, Lord, my sins no more, That them I may no more forget; But, sunk in guiltless shame, adore, With speechless wonder, at thy feet. 4 O'erwhelm'd with thy stupendous grace, I shall not in thy presence move; But breathe unutterable praise,
And rapt'rous awe, and silent love.
5 Then every murm'ring thought, and vain, Expires, in sweet confusion lost:
I cannot of my cross complain,-
I cannot of my goodness boast.
6 Pardon'd for all that I have done,
My mouth as in the dust I hide;
And glory give to God alone,-
My God in Jesus pacified.
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Perfect submission.
HEN, my Saviour, shall I be
Perfectly resign'd to thee?
Poor and vile in my own eyes,
Only in thy wisdom wise?
2 Only thee content to know,
Ignorant of all below?
Only guided by thy light?
Only mighty in thy might?
3 So I may thy Spirit know,
Let him as he listeth blow:
Let the manner be unknown,
So I may with thee be one:-
14 Fully in my life express
All the heights of holiness;
Sweetly let my spirit prove,
All the depths of humble love.
OLY, and true, and righteous Lord,
I wait to prove thy perfect will:
Be mindful of thy gracious word,
And stamp me with thy Spirit's seal.
2 Open my faith's interior eye:
Display thy glory from above;
And all I am shall sink and die,
Lost in astonishment and love.
3 Confound, o'erpower me by thy grace;
I would be by myself abhorr'd;
All might, all majesty, all praise,
All glory, be to Christ my Lord.
4 Now let me gain perfection's height;
Now let me into nothing fall,
As less than nothing in thy sight,
And feel that Christ is all in all.
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The prize of our high calling.
TO thee, great God of love, I bow,
And prostrate in thy sight adore: By faith I see thee passing now:
I have, but still I ask for more :
A glimpse of love cannot suffice ;
My soul for all thy presence cries.
2 More favour'd than the saints of old,
Who now by faith approach to thee,
Shall all, with open face, behold
In Christ, the glorious Deity;
Shall see and put salvation on,
The nature of thy sinless Son.
3 This, this is our high calling's prize;
Thine image in thy Son I claim ;
And still to higher glories rise,
Till, all transform'd, I know thy name, And glide to all my heaven above,— My highest heaven in Jesus' love.
HAT! never speak one evil word?
Or rash, or idle, or unkind?
O how shall I, most gracious Lord,
This mark of true perfection find?
2 Thy sinless mind in me reveal;
Thy Spirit's plenitude impart;
And all my spotless life shall tell
The' abundance of a loving heart.
Renouncing all for Christ.
NOME, Saviour, Jesus, from above,
Misture with thy heavenly grace;
Empty my heart of earthly love,
And for thyself prepare the place.
2 O let thy sacred presence fill,
And set my longing spirit free;
Which pants to have no other will,
But night and day to feast on thee.
3 While in this region here below,
No other good will I pursue:
I'll bid this world of noise and show,
With all its glitt'ring snares, adieu.
4 That path with humble speed I'll seek,
In which my Saviour's footsteps shine,
Nor will I hear, nor will I speak,
Of any other love but thine.
5 Henceforth may no profane delight
Divide this consecrated soul;
Possess it thou, who hast the right,
As Lord and Master of the whole.
6 Nothing on earth do I desire,
But thy pure love within my breast;
This, only this, will I require,
And freely give up all the rest.
HE thing my God doth hate,
That I no more may do,
Thy creature, Lord, again create,
And all my soul renew:
2 My soul shall then, like thine,
Abhor the thing unclean,
And, sanctified by love divine,
Forever cease from sin.
3 That blessed law of thine,
Jesus, to me impart;
The Spirit's law of life divine,
O write it on my heart!
4 Implant it deep within,
Whence it may ne'er remove,-
The law of liberty from sin,
The perfect law of love.
5 Thy nature be my law,-
Thy spotless sanctity;
And sweetly every moment draw
My happy soul to thee.
6 Soul of my soul, remain!
Who didst for all fulfil,
In me, O Lord, fulfil again
Thy heavenly Father's will.
THOU God of all-sufficient grace,
My God in Christ thou art;
O may I walk before thy face,
Till I am pure in heart:
Until, transform'd by faith divine,
I gain that love unknown;
And bright in all thine image shine,
By putting on thy Son.
2 Now, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
In counsel join again,
To reimpress thine image, lost
By frail, apostate man;
O might I, Lord, thy form express,—.
Begotten from above,-
Be stamp'd with real holiness,
And fill'd with perfect love!
OME, Lord, and claim me for thine own;
Saviour, thy right assert;
Come, gracious Lord, set up thy throne,
And reign within my heart.
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