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O happy, sweeter name
Than e'er the world did know, More of thy smiling grace
Freely on me bestow;
And let me taste that ardent love
That saints and martyrs taste above.
Be turn'd to joyful day;
And all the world shall plainly see
337. What shall I render to the Lord. c. M.
FOR mercies, countless as the sands,
From Jesus my Redeemer's hands,
Yet this acknowledgment I'll make
The best returns for one like me,
I cannot serve him as I ought,
338. The Pilgrim. 148.
JESU, at thy command
I launch into the deep, And leave my native land Where sin lulls all asleep; For thee I fain would all resign, And sail to heav'n with thee and thine. What though the seas are broad,
What though the waves are strong, What though tempestuous winds Distress me all along;
Yet what are seas or stormy wind Compar'd to Christ the sinner's friend?
Christ is my pilot wise,
My compass is his word, My soul each storm defies
While I have such a Lord; I trust his faithfulness and To save me in the trying hour. Though rocks and quicksands deep Through all my passage lie, Yet Christ shall safely keep,
And guide me with his eye; How can I sink with such a prop, That bears the world and all things up?
By faith I see the land,
The haven of endless rest, My soul thy wings expand, And fly to Jesu's breast; O may I reach the heav'nly shore Where winds and seas distress no more. Whene'er becalm'd I lie,
And all my storms subside, Then to my succour fly,
And keep me near thy side;
For more the treach'rous calm I dread
To heav'n my destin'd place;
Then in full sail my port I'll find,
339. Assurance. 8.
A DEBTOR to mercy alone,
Of covenant mercy I sing,
With me can have nothing to do,
Things future, nor things that are now,
În marks of indelible grace. Yes, I to the end shall endure, As sure as the earnest is given; More happy, but not more secure, The glorify'd spirit in heaven. 340. The Christian's Journey. 112th. STRANGERS and sojourners below, We travel through this wilderness, Seeking the promis'd rest to know, In Christ the fountain of true bliss ; We seek a place beyond the skies, An everlasting paradise.
In this pursuit we stand in need
Of daily fresh supplies of grace, Our souls with manna Christ must feed, While we his leading footsteps trace; So shall each pilgrim gladly move Onward unto his home above. No earthly bliss is worth our stay, Or struggle for another breath, These comforts vanish and decay,
And yield no solid joy in death: While others vain delights pursue We taste God's love for ever new,
His cross inflicts the deadly blow,
Her citizens resplendent shine, For God hath wip'd away their tears,
And fill'd them with the life divine; With them we shall his glory see, And praise him through eternity.
341. The Christian Race.
AWAKE, our souls, (away our fears,
Let ev'ry trembling thought be gone,) Awake, and run the heav'nly race,
And put a cheerful courage on. True 'tis a straight and thorny road,
And mortal spirits tire and faint; But they forget the mighty God
That feeds the strength of ev'ry saint. The mighty God, whose matchless power Is ever new and ever young,
And firm endures while endless years
From thee, the overflowing spring,
Our souls shall bring a fresh supply, While such as trust their native strength Shall melt away, and droop, and die.