393. T. 74.
SAVIOUR! thro' grace divine
I know, that I was thine
From early infancy;
This by thy calls I see,
And drawings all along
Frequent, distinct and strong.
2 I know, thro' mercy free
Thine I shall ever be,
No separation here
From thee I need to fear;
In thee I can confide,
Thou faithful wilt abide.
3 I know I worthless am,
This fills my soul with shame,
Down in the dust I bow,
Lord, keep me ever low;
In thee alone I trust,
Thy love is all my boast!
400.* THEE will I love, my strength & tow'r, My soul with love to thee inspire; Thee will I love with all my pow'r, Thou art alone my soul's desire; Thee will I love, my King and God, Shed in my heart thy love abroad. 2 Ah, why did I so late thee know, Thou fairest of the sons of men! Ah, why did I no sooner go To thee who canst relieve my pain! Asham'd I sigh, and inly mourn That I so late to thee did turn.
3 Give to my eyes repenting tears, Give to my heart chaste, hallow'd fires;
Give to my soul with filial fears,
The love that all heav'n's host inspires:
That all my pow'rs, with all their might,
In thy sole glory may unite.
401.* T. 232.
THEE, Lord, I love with sacred awe,
Thy gracious presence ne'er withdraw
From me, thy feeble creature.
The world is tasteless unto me,
I find no comfort but in thee,
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And in thy loving nature:
Yea, when the strings of life are broke,
Thou shalt remain my lasting Rock;
"Thou art my comfort and my All,
Whose blood redeem'd me from the fall;
Lord Jesus Christ, :|: thy saving name
Preserve me from eternal shame.
3 With my whole heart I cleave to thee,
And thou wilt come and dwell with me;
This is my consolation!
In joy and pain my soul depends
On thee with humble confidence,
Thou Rock of my salvation!
Thou shalt remain my Portion blest,
My All, by word and deed confest,
Till these mine eyes behold thy face;
Meanwhile support me by thy grace,
O Jesus Christ :|: my God and Lord,
In ev'ry trial help afford.
402.* T. 200.
O CHRIST, my only Life and Light,
Whose loving condescension
Refresheth me by day and night,
Beyond my comprehension:
Grant, that I may return thy love
With grateful heart's devotion,
Thus my notion
Of mercy will improve
With ev'ry thought and motion.
2 Let nothing dwell within my heart,
But thy great love and favor:
May this engage my soul to part
With ev'ry sinful savor :
With all things, whether great or small,
Which breed the least division,
Or Collision,
Twixt me and God my All,
Who sav'd me from perdition.
3 How blest, how excellent and kind,
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,
T' obstruct my love to thee;
Thus heav'n on earth commences.
Grant I may watch both day and night,
To keep this heav'nly treasure
From the seizure
Of Satan's secret spite,
Who seeks our woe with pleasure.
5 Thou cam'st in love to my relief,
Bar'st sin's due pain and torment,
Hung'st on the cross just like a thief,
Or murd'rer, without garment,
Scorn'd, spit upon, and sore distrest:
O! let thy suff'rings enter
To the centre
Of this my stubborn breast,
To melt and make it tender.
6 The blood, which thou hast shed for me,
Is precious, pure and holy;
But this my heart, that swerves from thee,
Is hard, replete with folly:
Lord! the virtue of thy blood.
Sink deep into the nature
Of thy creature,
And its kind influences spread
Thro' ev'ry vein and feature.
7 O that
my heart with eagerness
Would open wide, and gather
Each drop of blood my sins did press
From thee, my Mediator!
O were mine eyes a well of tears,
To weep for thee my Saviour!
May I ever,
Freed from all needless fears,
Enjoy thy love and favor.
8 O that I with a babe's desire
Came running, weeping, stretching,
So long, till love's celestial fire
My longing soul were catching:
Without thy love there's nought but gall,
Nought else yields satisfaction,
But distraction,
Nought else I joy can call,
Nought else gives me refection.
9 Thy love divine is perfect rest,
The source of all true pleasure :
O Jesus, be my soul thus blest,
T'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.
10 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 refuge 'midst oppression.
11 My dearest Lord, shouldst thou re
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.
12 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 thy love, almighty Lord,
Continue to direct me,
And protect me,
Yea, help to me afford,
'Gainst all that would obstruct me.
13 Thy love uphold me, when distrest,
Give strength, when I am feeble;
And when this mortal period's past,
Thou, who to save art able,
Support, and strengthen my weak faith;
Apply thy pow'rful merit
To my spirit,
That I may after death,
Eternal joy inherit.
20 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'st my heart with gladness,
Assuaging my distress.
3 Let me perceive thy friendly,
Thy cheering countenance;
Spread thro' my heart its kindly
Enliv'ning influence.
Without thee, gracious Saviour,
To live, is nought but pain;
T'enjoy thy love and favor,
Is happiness and gain.
4 Earth's glory to inherit,
Is not what I desire:
My heav'nly minded spirit
Glows with a nobler fire;
Where Christ himself appeareth
In brightest majesty,
For me a place prepareth,
There, there I long to be.
404.* T. 156, JESUS is my Light most fair, Jesus yields me solid pleasure; In his love I have a share,
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This I count my highest treasure: He alone is my delight,
He my soul hath captivated, With his love I'm penerated; He hath overcome me quite. 2 Round his pierced feet I'll cling, Him I seek with love most tender; And accurs'd be ev'ry thing, Which my seeking him would 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 favor, Till he grants me my request. R
All this I've experienc'd, I therefore (5 With my Jesus I will stay, 2 will hold him,
I humbly adore him and serve him with pleasure.
5 My heart's fix'd on Jesus, whose love is so tender, My life and der;
my all unto him I surren
He is and remaineth my heart's meditation,
He my soul preserves and feedeth; He, the Life, the Truth, the Way,
Me to living waters leadeth : Blessed, who can say with me, Christ, I'll never part with thee!
407.* T. 22.
DEAR Jesus, when I think on thee,
Thy blest remembrance yields delight,
My heart for joy doth leap in me;
Till faith is changed into 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,
My faith's only object, till my con-Still taste thy love, and share thy grace;
JESUS will I never leave,
He's the God of my salvation;
Thro' 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.
Still let my tongue resound thy name,
And Jesus be my constant theme.
4 Thy love and mercies all exceed;
The more I on these dainties feed,
The more my eager soul is bent
To live but in this element.
5 Blest Jesus, what delicious fare,
How sweet thy entertainments are!
Never did angels taste above
Redeeming grace and dying love.
408.* T. 11.
DEAREST. Jesus, come to me,
And abide eternally;
Friend of needy sinners, come,
Fill and make my heart thy home.
2 Oftentimes for thee I sigh,
Nothing else can give me joy;
This is still my cry to thee:
Dearest Jesus, come to me!!
3 Should I in earth's pleasures roll,
None could satisly my soul;
Thee, O Jesus! I adore,
Thou'rt my pleasure evermore.
4 Jesus, thee alone I call,
My beloved Friend, my All;
Nothing, whatsoe'er it be,
Shall divide my heart with thee.
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