1. O 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 can not 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 labor 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.

412.

Doxology. L. M.

GLORY to Jesus, who returns

C. WESLEY.

In pomp triumphant to the sky,
With Thee, O Father, and with Thee,
O Holy Ghost, eternally.

L. M. 6 lines.

1. WOULD Jesus have the sinner die?

Why hangs He then on yonder tree?
What means that strange expiring cry?
Sinners, He prays for you and me;
Forgive them, Father, O forgive!
They know not that by Me they live.

2. Thou loving, all-atoning LambThee, by Thy painful agony,

413.

Thy bloody sweat, Thy grief and shame,,
Thy cross and passion on the tree,
Thy precious death and life-I pray,
Take all, take all my sins away.

L. M. 6 lines.

1. WEARY of wandering from my God, And now made willing to return,

I hear, and bow me to the rod :

Yet not in hopeless grief I mourn;
I have an Advocate above,

C. WESLEY.

A Friend before the throne of love.
2. O Jesus, full of truth and grace-
More full of grace than I of sin;
Yet once again I seek Thy face,
Open Thine arms and take me in!
And freely my backslidings heal,
And love Thy faithless servant still.
3. Thou know'st the way to bring me back,
My fallen spirit to restore;

414.

O, for Thy truth and mercy's sake,
Forgive, and bid me sin no more:

The ruins of my soul repair,

And make my heart a house of prayer.

L. M. 6 lines.

C. WESLEY.

1. LOOSED from my God, and far removed,
Long have I wandered to and fro;
O'er earth in endless circles roved,

Nor found whereon to rest below:
But now, my God, to Thee I fly,
For, oh! estranged from Thee, I die.
2. Selfish pursuits, and nature's maze,

The things of sense, for Thee I leave:
Put forth Thy hand, Thy hand of grace;
Into the ark of love receive;
Take my poor, fluttering soul to rest,
And still it, Father, on Thy breast.

3. Endow me with my Saviour's peace,
Confirm and keep my longing heart;
In Thee may all my wanderings cease;
From Thee may I no more depart:
Never again from Thee remove,
Loved with an everlasting love!

MORAVIAN.

1. O LOVE, of pure and heavenly birth!
O simple Truth, scarce known on earth!
Whom men resist with stubborn will,
And, more perverse and daring still,
Smother and quench with reasonings vain,
While error and deception reign!

2. Whence comes it, that, your power the same
As His on high, from whom you came,
Ye rarely find a listening ear

Or heart, that makes you welcome here?
Because ye bring reproach and pain,
Where'er ye visit, in your train.

3. Then let the price be what it may,
Though poor, I am prepared to pay:
Come shame, come sorrow; 'spite of tears,
Weakness and heart-oppressing fears;
One soul, at least, shall not repine
To give you room; come, reign in mine!

416.

L. M. 6 lines.

MADAME GUION.

1. THOυ hidden love of God, whose height,
Whose depth, unfathomed, no man knows,

I see from far Thy beauteous light:
Inly I sigh for Thy repose;

My heart is pained; nor can it be
At rest till it find rest in Thee.

2. Thy secret voice invites me still

The sweetness of Thy yoke to prove;
And fain I would; but though my will
Seems fixed, yet wide my passions rove;
Yet hindrances strow all the way;
I aim at Thee, yet from Thee stray.

3. 'Tis mercy all, that Thou has brought
My mind to seek her peace in Thee;
Yet, while I seek, but find Thee not,

No peace my wandering soul shall see.
O, when shall all my wanderings end,
And all my steps to Thee-ward tend?
4. 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.
5. O Love, Thy sov'reign aid impart

417.

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.

L. M. 6 lines.

J. WESLEY.

1. SAVIOUR of all, what hast Thou done?
What hast Thou, suffered on the tree?
Why didst Thou groan Thy mortal groan,
Obedient unto death for me?

The mystery of Thy passion show-
The end of all Thy griefs below.

2. Pardon, and grace, and heaven to buy,
My bleeding sacrifice expired;
But didst Thou not my pattern die,
That, by Thy glorious Spirit fired,
Faithful to death I might endure,
And make the crown by suff'ring sure?
3. Thou didst the meek example leave,

That I might in Thy footsteps tread;
Might like the Man of Sorrows grieve,
And groan, and bow with Thee my head:
The dying in my body bear,

And all Thy state of suff"ring share. C. WESLEY.

1. I 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. 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 scepter or Thy rod.
What though my flesh and heart decay;
Thee shall I love in endless day.

J. WESLEY.

1. AROUND Bethesda's healing wave,
Waiting to hear the rustling wing
Which spoke the angel nigh, who gave
Its virtue to that holy spring,
With patience and with hope endured,
Were seen the gathered multitude.
2. Bethesda's pool has lost its power!
No angel, by his glad descent,
Dispenses that diviner dower

Which with its healing waters went;
But He, whose word surpassed its wave,
Is still omnipotent to save.

3. Saviour! Thy love is still the same

As when that healing word was spoke;
Still in Thine all-redeeming name

Dwells power to burst the strongest yoke!
O, be that power, that love, displayed,
Help those whom Thou alone canst aid!

BARTON.