Pressing toward the mark.
THANK thee, uncreated Sun,
That thy bright beams on me have shined; I thank thee, who hast overthrown
My foes, and heal'd my wounded mind; I thank thee, whose enlivening voice Bids my freed heart in thee rejoice. 2 Uphold me in the doubtful race, Nor suffer me again to stray; Strengthen my feet, with steady pace Still to press forward in thy way; My soul and flesh, O Lord of might, Fill, satiate, with thy heavenly light. 3 Give to mine eyes refreshing tears; Give to my heart chaste, hallow'd fires; Give to my soul, with filial tears,
The love that all heaven's host inspires,
That all my powers with all their night,
In thy sole glory may unite.
4 Thee will I love, my joy, my crown;
Thee will I love, my Lord, my God;
Thee will I love, beneath thy frown
Or smile, thy sceptre or thy rod.
What though my flesh and heart decay;
Thee shall I love in endless day.
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Christ liveth in me.
LOVING Jesus, gentle Lamb,
In thy gracious hands I am;
Make me, Saviour, what thou art;
Live thyself within my heart.
2 I shall then show forth thy praise;
Serve thee all my happy days;
Then the world shall always see
Christ the holy child in me.
THOU, to whose all-searching sight
The darkness shineth as the light,
Search, prove my heart, it pants for the
O burst these bonds, and set it free.
2 Wash out its stains, refine its dross;
Nail my affections to the cross;
Hallow each thought; let all within
Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean.
3 If in this darksome wild I stray,
Be thou my light, be thou my way:
No foes, no violence I fear,
No fraud, while thou, my God, art near
4 When rising floods my soul o'erflow,--
When sinks my heart in waves of wo,-
Jesus, thy timely aid impart,
And raise my head, and cheer my heart.
5 Saviour, where'er thy steps I see,
Dauntless, untired, I follow thee;
O let thy hand support me still,
And lead me to thy holy hill.
6 If rough and thorny be the way,
My strength proportion to my day;
Till toil, and grief, and pain shall cease,
Where all is calm, and joy, and peace.
Evermore give us this bread.
FATHER, supply my every need;
Sustain the life thyself hast given;
O grant the never-failing bread,
The manna that comes down from heaven 2 The gracious fruits of righteousness, Thy blessings' unexhausted store,
In me abundantly increase,
Nor ever let me hunger more.
3 Let me no more, in deep complaint,
My leanness, O my leanness! cry;
Alone consunied with pining want,
Of all my Father's children I.
4 The painful thirst, the fond desire,
Thy joyous presence shall remove;
But my full soul shall still require
A whole eternity of love.
The well of living water.
JESUS, the gift divine I know,
The gift divine I ask of thee;
The living water now bestow,
Thy Spirit and thyself, on me.
2 For thou of life the fountain art,
None else can give or take away
O may
I find it in my heart,
And with me may it ever stay.
3 Thus may I drink,-and thirst no more For drops of finite happiness;
Spring up, O well, in heavenly power,
In streams of pure perennial peace.
Strength renewed by waiting upon the Lord.
LORD, I believe thy every word,
Thy every promise true;
And lo! I wait on thee, my Lord,
Till I my strength renew.
2 If in this feeble flesh I may
Awhile show forth thy praise,
Jesus, support the tott'ring clay,
And lengthen out my days.
3 If such a worm as I can spread
The common Saviour's name,
Let Him who raised thee from the dead, Quicken my mortal frame.
4 Still let me live thy blood to show,
Which purges every stain;
And gladly linger out below
A few more years in pain.
Christ in you, the hope of glory.
HOU hidden love of God, whose height,
Whose depth unfathom'd, no man knows:
I see from far thy beauteous light;
Inly I sigh for thy repose:
My heart is pain', nor can it be
At rest, till it finds rest in thee.
2 Is there a thing beneath the sun,
That strives with thee my heart to share! Ah, tear it thence, and reign alone,
The Lord of every motion there;
Then shall my heart from earth be free,
When it hath found repose in thee.
3 O hide this self from me, that I
No more, but Christ in me, may live;
My vile affections crucify,
Nor let one darling lust survive;
In all things nothing may I see,
Nothing desire or seek, but thee.
40 Love, thy sov'reign aid impart,
To save me from low-thoughted care;
Chase this self-will through all my heart,
Through all its latent mazes there:
Make me thy duteous child, that I,
Ceaseless, may Abba, Father, cry.
5 Each moment draw from earth away
My heart, that lowly waits thy call;
Speak to my inmest soul, and say,-
I am thy love, thy God, thy all!
To feel thy power, to hear thy voice,
To taste thy love, be all my choice.
An ene single to the glory of God.
Both guiding hand to feel;
EHOLD! the servant of the Lord,
To hear and keep thy every word,-
To prove and do thy perfect will:
Joyful from my own works to cease,
Glad to fulfil all righteousness.
2 And if thy grace vouchsafe to use,
The meanest of thy creatures, me,
The deed, the time, the manner choose;
Let all my fruit be found of thee:
Let all my works in thee be wrought,-
By thee to full perfection brought.
3 My every weak, though good design,
O'errule or change, as seems thee meet;
Jesus, let all my work be thine!
Thy work, O Lord, is all complete,
And pleasing in thy Father's sight;
Thou only hast done all things right.
4 Here, then, to thee thine own I leave;
Mould as thou wilt thy passive clay;
But let me all thy stamp receive,-
But let me all thy words obey:
Serve with a single heart and eye,
And to thy glory live and die.
Pilgrims and sojourners.
IN every time and place,
Who serve the Lord most high,
Are call'd his sov'reign will to' embrace,
And still their own deny:
To follow his command,
On earth as pilgrims rove,
And seek an undiscover'd land,
And house and friends above.
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