5 Thy gifts, alas! cannot suffice,
Unless thyself be given;

Thy presence makes my paradise,
And where thou art is heaven.

527

L

C. M.

Soul and body dedicated to the Lord.

ET Him to whom we now belong,
His sov'reign right assert;
And take up every thankful song,
And every loving heart.

2 He justly claims us for his own,
Who bought us with a price:
The Christian lives to Christ alone;
To Christ alone he dies.

3 Jesus, thine own at last receive;
Fulfil our hearts' desire;

And let us to thy glory live,
And in thy cause expire.

4 Our souls and bodies we resign;
With joy we render thee

Our all,—no longer ours, but thine
To all eternity.

528

20th P. M. 66, 77, 77.

Panting for the fulness of the Deity.
AVIOUR, the world's and mine,
Was ever grief like thine?

SAVI

Thou my pain, my curse, hast borne;
All my sins were laid on thee:
Help me, Lord, for thee I mourn;
Draw me, Saviour, after thee.
2 To love is all my wish;
I only live for this:

Grant me, Lord, my heart's desire,

There, by faith, forever dwell:

This I always will require,

Thee, and only thee to feel.

3 Thy power I pant to prove, Rooted and fix'd in love; Strengthen'd by thy Spirit's might, Wise to fathom things divine,

What the length, and breadth, and height, What the depth of love like thine.

4 Ah! give me this to know, With all thy saints below; Swells my soul to compass thee: Pants in thee to live and move;

Fill'd with all the Deity,

All immersed and lost in love!

529

I

Thirsting for the fulness of love.

L. M.

THIRST, thou wounded Lamb of God,
To wash me in thy cleansing blood;
To dwell within thy wounds; then pain
Is sweet, and life or death is gain.

2 Take my poor heart, and let it be
Forever closed to all but thee:
Seal thou my breast, and let me wear
That pledge of love forever there.

3 How blest are they who still abide
Close shelter'd in thy bleeding side!
Who thence their life and strength derive,
And by thee move, and in thee live.

4 What are our works but sin and death,
Till thou thy quick'ning Spirit breathe?
Thou giv'st the power thy grace to move;
O wondrous grace! O boundless love!

5 How can it be, thou heavenly King,
That thou shouldst us to glory bring;
Make slaves the partners of thy throne,
Deck'd with a never-fading crown.

6 Hence our hearts melt, our eyes o'erflow,
Our words are lost, nor will we know,
Nor will we think of aught beside,-
My Lord, my Love, is crucified.

530

1st P. M. 6 lines 8s.

Ardent longings for the blessing.

OME, O thou universal Good,

C Balm of the wounded conscience, come!

The hungry, dying spirit's food,

The weary, wand'ring pilgrim's home;
Haven to take the shipwreck'd in,
My everlasting rest from sin.

2 Come, O my comfort and delight;

My strength and health, my shield and sun; My boast, and confidence, and might, My joy, my glory, and my crown: My Gospel hope, my calling's prize; My tree of life, my paradise.

3 The Secret of the Lord thou art, The mystery so long unknown; Christ in a pure and perfect heart;

The name inscribed on the white stone: The life divine, the little leaven,

My precious pearl, my present heaven.

531

Love alone victorious.

C. M.

WH

HEN shall I see the welcome hour
That plants my God in me?

Spirit of health, and life, and power,
And perfect liberty.

2 Love only can the conquest win,
The strength of sin subdue:
Come, O my Saviour, cast out sin,
And form my soul anew.

3 No longer then my heart shall mourn, While, sanctified by grace,

I only for his glory burn,
And always see his face.

532

The affections crucified.

JESUS, my life, thyself apply;

Holy Spirit breathe:

My vile affections crucify;
Conform me to thy death.

C. M.

2 Conqu❜ror of hell, and earth, and sin,
Still with the rebel strive :
Enter my soul and work within,
And kill and make alive.

3 More of thy life, and more I have,
As the old Adam dies:
Bury me, Saviour, in thy grave,
That I with thee may rise.

4 Reign in me, Lord; thy foes control,
Who would not own thy sway;
Diffuse thine image through my soul;
Shine to the perfect day.

5 Scatter the last remains of sin,
And seal me thine abode;

O make me glorious all within,-
A temple built by God!

533

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1st P. M. 6 lines 8s.

A lively sacrifice to God.

GOD, what off'ring shall I give

To thee, the Lord of earth and skies?

My spirit, soul, and flesh receive,

A holy, living sacrifice:

Small as it is, 'tis all my store;

More shouldst thou have, if I had more.

2 Now, then, my God, thou hast my soul:
No longer mine, but thine I am:
Guard thou thine own, possess it whole;
Cheer it with hope, with love inflame.
Thou hast my spirit; there display
Thy glory to the perfect day.

3 Thou hast my flesh, thy hallow'd shrine,
Devoted solely to thy will:
Here let thy light forever shine:

This house still let thy presence fill:
O Source of life! live, dwell, and move
In me, till all my life be love.

4 Lord, arm me with thy Spirit's might:
Since I am call'd by thy great name,
In thee let all my thoughts unite;
Of all my works be thou the aim:
Thy love attend me all my days,
And my sole business be thy praise.

534

HOLY

5th P. M. 4 lines 7s.

Panting for purity.

OLY Lamb, who thee receive,
Who in thee begin to live,

Day and night they cry to thee,—
As thou art, so let us be!

2 Jesus, see my panting breast;
See, I pant in thee to rest;
Gladly would I now be clean;
Cleanse me now from every sin.
3 Fix, O fix my wav'ring mind;
To thy cross my spirit bind:
Earthly passions far remove;
Swallow up my soul in love.
4 Dust and ashes though we be,
Full of sin and misery,

Thine we are, thou Son of God;
Take the purchase of thy blood!