WHEN, 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 :-
4 Fully in my life express
All the heights of holiness;
Sweetly let my spirit prove,
All the depths of humble love.
HOLY, and true, and righteous Lord,
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.
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."
8 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."
THAT! 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.
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Renouncing all for Christ. COME, Saviour, Jesus, from above, Assist me with thy heavenly grace; Empty my heart of earthly love, And for thyself prepare the place.
20 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.
The perfect law of love.
THE 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.
8 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.
Aspiring after holiness.
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!
COME, Lord, and claim me for thine own;
Saviour, thy right assert;
Come, gracious Lord, set up thy
And reign within my heart.
2 The day of thy great power I feel,
And pant for liberty;
I loathe myself, deny my will,
And give up all for thee.
3 I hate my sins,-no longer mine,
For I renounce them too;
My weakness with thy strength I join;
Thy strength shall all subdue.
4 So shall I bless thy pleasing sway,
And, sitting at thy feet,
Thy laws with all my heart obey,-
With all any soul submit.
The light yoke and easy burden.
THAT my load of sin were gone;
O that I could at last submit
At Jesus' feet to lay it down-
To lay my soul at Jesus' feet.
2 Rest for my soul I long to find:
Saviour of all, if mine thou art,
Give me thy meek and lowly mind
And stamp thine image on my heart.
3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin,
And fully set my spirit free;
I cannot rest till pure within,-
Till I am wholly lost in thee.
4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God;
Thy light and easy burden prove;
The cross all stain'd with hallow'd blood,
The labour of thy dying love.
5 I would, but thou must give the power;
My heart from every sin release;
Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,
And fill me with thy perfect peace.
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