'der ; All this I've experienc'd, I therefore 5 With my Jesus I will stay, will hold him, He my soul preserves and feedeth; I never will leave him, my faith shall He, the Life, the Truth, the Way, ? infold him. Me to living waters leadeth: 4 My Jesus is always desirous to meet Christ, Pll never part with thee! Blessed, who can say with me, me, Abounding in love, and in mercy to greet me. 407.* T. 22. Above all I love him, for he is my trea- DEAR Jęsus, when I think on thee, sure, I humbly adore him and serve him Thy blest remembrance yields delight, My heart for joy doth leap in me; with pleasure. Till faith is changed into sight. 5 My heart's fix'd on Jesus, whose 2 When thou art near, I must confess, love is so tender, I feel a bliss I can't express : My life and my all unto him I surren- Thy love, my Saviour, ne'er can cloy, Fountain of bliss, and source of joy. He is and remaineth my heart's meditation, 3 Let me by faith behold thy face, My faith's only object, till my con- Still taste thy love, and share thy grace; summation, Still let my tongue resound thy name, my constant theme. 4 Thy love and mercies all exceed; 406. * T. 83. The more I on these dainties feed, The more my eager soul is bent JESUS will I never leave, To live but in this element.He's the God of my salvation ; 5 Blest Jesus, what delicious fare, Thro' his merits I receive How sweet thy entertainments are ! Pardon, life and consolation : Never did angels taste above All the powers of my mind, Redeeming grace and dying love. To my Saviour be resign'd. 2 Nought on earth can satisfy T. 11. One desire which God inspireth, DEAREST. Jesus, come to me, Only Jesus can supply And abide eternally; Friend of needy sinners, come, Fill and make my heart thy home, 3 He is mine, and I am his, 2 Oftentimes for thee I sigh, Join'd with him in close communion; Nothing else can give me joy; And his bitter passion is This is still my cry to thee: The foundation of this union; Dearest Jesus, come to me! Full of hopes, which never yield, 3 Should I in earth's pleasures roll, Firm on him, my Rock, I build. None could satisly my soul; 4 O the happy hours I spend Thee, O Jesus! I adore, With him in blest conversation! Thou'rt my pleasure evermore. Full of grace, peace, and salvation; My beloved Friend, my All; 408.* T, 15 race; ame, 409.* 13 As Mary ador'd Her Master and Lord, And deeply abas'd she embraced thy feet; 4 As Thomas with awe, His Saviour avow'd, -And cry'd with 5 As Peter reply'd, And prompt my adoration. His love being try'd, 3 The fire of love that burns within, “My heartthou dost prove,-Lord, thou Is that divine impression, · knowest all things, thou know'st that That thou didst suffer for my sin, I love;". A clearer display Obtain of thy grace ;--Thus my love "Tts evident that Jesus loves, o Jesus ! to thee will increase. 412.* T. 45. Makes my heart his dwelling! 3. His looks of grace-insure always feet, To me my heav'nly calling: 1 Me his child from falling. 3 I'll weep whene'er he's not to me 4 My earnest pray'r—whileabsent here Is, that my heart's confidence In him be unmoved, 5 Could I with him-spend all my time, Nought else to my poor soul can com In constant love's fruition, Infinitely happy then Would be my condition, 6: Whene'er I mourn--and humbly turn How much day by day For comfort to my Jesus, Thee, Lord, I havet ry'd, ---My Friend I have never failing proofs ever faithfuł, who for me hast dy'd ; That he's near and gracious. 2 I'own the fault mine : 7 They whoalways-our Saviour's face Thy patience divine, Seek upon each occasion, Which clearly I trace.---With tears fills Never fail to be refresh'd my eyes, with shame covers my face, With his consolation. fort give. 124 413. * T. 14. t. 167. 415. O COULD we but love that Saviour, HARK, my soul! it is the Lord; 'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word; Jesus.speaks, and speaks to thee, “ Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me p» If we, by his love excited, 2 " I deliver'd thee, when bound, Could ourselves and all forget, And when wounded heal'd thy wound; Then, with Jesus Christ united, s Sought thee wand'ring, set thee right, We should heav'n anticipate ! «Turn'd thy darkness into light. 2 Did but Jesus' love and merit 3 of Can a woman's tender care Fill our hearts both night and day, “ Cease towards the child she bare? And the unction of his Spirit «Yea, she may forgetful be, All our thoughts and actions sway! " Yet will I remember thee. 4 " Mine is an unchanging lově, How our spirit, soul and body, " Higher than the heights above, Do in God our Saviour joy! “ Deeper than the depths beneath, “ Free and faithful, strong as death, 414. 5 « Thou shalt see my glory soon, TEN thousand talents once I ow'd, " When the work of grace is done, And nothing had to pay; « Partner of my throne shalt be; But Jesus freed me from the load, “ Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?" And washid my debt away. 6 Lord, it is my chief complaint, That 2 Yet since the Lord forgave my sin, Yet I love thee, and adore, my love is weak and faint; And blotted out my score; Much more indebted I have been, Oh for grace to love thee more! Than e'er I was before. 416. T. 14. And satisfaction made; Thou slaughter'd Lamb of God! And fix and root me in the grace So dearly bought with blood. Of ev'ry grief and pain; From hence comes all my gain. 5 Thatloveofthine, thou sinners'Friend, 3 For thee, O may I freely count Witness thy bleeding heart! Whate'er I have but loss ; My little all can ne'er extend And ev'ry name, and ev'ry thing, To pay a thousandth part. Compar'd with thee, but dross. 6 Nay more, the poor returns I make 4 Engrave this deeply in my heart, That thou for me wast slain; I first from thee obtain; Then shall I, in my small degree, Return thy love again. Or equal love like thine ? To thankfulness incline. An By TI 1 Br And 'tis of grace, that thou wilt take Such poor returns again. 7 'Tis well-it shall my glory be, (Let who will boast their store) : In time and in eternity, To owe thee more and more. und ; 419.* T. 228. 417* T. 232. Foll'wing the example Of Christ their Saviour, In all their actions, words, and whole behaviour, Show love to him. Thy death and bitter passion! WHAT causeth me to mourn, is this: My warmest love not equal is Thou God of my salvation ! Thus my love will be increasing. 421. XXIII, Of Brotherly Love and Union of Spirit. 7 Jesus, all our souls inspire, Fill us with love's sacred fire, Thus will all in us perceive 8 May it to the world appear, That we thy disciples are, By our being one in thee. T. 22. Serve thee, and do thy holy will. To patience and to peace inclin'd, Ready; when revild, to bless, That we may with each other beat; Studiods of the public peace. To cherish love be all our care. 6 Tender pity, love sincere 4 Tender compassion may we show, To their enemies they bear; Share in each others weal and woe, And, as Christ affords them light, With those who joyful are, rejoice, Order all their steps aright, And with the weeping sympathisc. and Union of Spirit Sweetly may we all agree, Useful to each other be, Each the other's burden bear, Permits us, to relieve the want In his weal and woe take share. Of all the poor and indigent. 6 Yea, this be our concern, to seek 4 If one member honor'd be, In nothing to offend the weak, All rejoice most heartily; But bear with their infirmities, If one suffers, all a part 5. Closely join'd to thee, our Head, And with thee in union live." 424. T. 11. Bid contention ever cease. 2 By thy reconciling love Lord, us all in thee unite, To enjoy thy saving light. Jesus, thou God of love; Courteous, merciful, and kind, Lowly, meek in thought and word, As thou wast on earth, O Lord. 2 Us into closest union draw, And in our inward parts 4. Let us for each other care, Write thou indelibly thy law; Each the other's burden bear; In our conduct patterns be Of unfeign'd humility, 3 Who would not now pursue the way, Where Jesus' footsteps shine ? T. 155. Who would not own the pleasing sway NEVER yet hath in this world Of charity divine Love that highest pitch attained, 4 United firmly by thy grace, Tho' unfeigned. Show'd unto his rebel creature, While as yet his enemy. . Who for those that crucify'd him, my name) 425, * Jesus, we thy brethren are, Let'us all thy, mịnd fulfil. |