1. HEALTH of the weak, to make them strong!
Refuge of sinners, and their song!
Comfort of each afflicted breast!
Haven of hope in realms of rest!

2. Lord of the patriarchs gone before!
Light of the prophets' learned lore!
Deign from Thy throne to look on me,
And hear my lowly litany.

3. Lead me, O Spirit, to the Son,

To taste and feel what He has done;
To lay me low before His cross,
And reckon all besides as dross;

4. To speak, and think, and will, and move,
And love, as Thou wouldst have me love:
O, look upon this bended knee,

And hear my

heart's own litany!

LYRA CATH.

1. COME, trembling sinner, in whose breast.
A thousand thoughts revolve—

Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed,
And make this last resolve:

2. I'll go to Jesus, though my sin
Hath like a mountain rose!

I know His courts, I'll enter in,
Whatever may oppose.

3. Prostrate I'll lie before His throne,
And there my guilt confess;
I'll tell Him I'm a wretch undone,
Without His sovereign grace.

4. Perhaps He will admit my plea,
Perhaps will hear my prayer;
But if I perish, I will pray,
And perish only there.

For all His kindness shown?
My feet shall visit Thine abode,
My songs address Thy throne.

2. Among the saints that fill Thy house
My offerings shall be paid;
There shall my zeal perform the vows
My soul in anguish made.

3. How much is mercy Thy delight,
Thou ever-blessed God!

How dear Thy servants in Thy sight!
How precious is their blood!

4. How happy all Thy servants are
How great Thy grace to me!

My life, which Thou hast made Thy care,
Lord, I devote to Thee.

5. Now I am Thine, forever Thine,

Nor shall my purpose move;

Thy hand hath loosed my bonds of pain,
And bound me with Thy love.

6. Here in Thy courts I leave my vow,
And Thy rich grace record;

Witness, ye saints, who hear me now,
If I forsake the Lord.

WATTS.

1. SON of the Carpenter! receive
This humble work of mine,
Worth to my meanest labor give,
By joining it to Thine.

2. Servant of all, to toil for man
Thou wouldst not, Lord, refuse;
Thy majesty did not disdain
To be employed for us.

3. Thy bright example I pursue,
To thee in all things rise;
And all I think, or speak, or do,
Is but one sacrifice.

4. Careless, through outward cares I go,
From all distraction free;
My hands are but engaged below,
My heart is still with Thee.

5. Oh! when wilt Thou, my Life, appear!
How gladly would I cry-

""T is done, the work Thou gav'st me here,
'Tis finished, Lord!" and fly.

MORAVIAN.

1. THOU, O my Jesus, Thou didst me
Upon the cross embrace;

For me didst bear the nails and spear,
And manifold disgrace;

2. And griefs and torments numberless,
And sweat of agony,

Yea, death itself; and all for one
That was Thine enemy.

3. Then, why, O blessed Jesus Christ,
Should I not love Thee well?

Not for the hope of winning heaven,
Nor of escaping hell;

4. Not with the hope of gaining aught,
Not seeking a reward;

But as Thyself hast loved me,
O ever-loving Lord.

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5. E'en so I love Thee, and will love,
And in Thy praise will sing;
Solely because Thou art my God,
And my eternal King.

C. M.

F. XAVIER.

1. O THAT I knew the secret place
Where I might find my God!
I'd spread my wants before His face,
And pour my woes abroad.

2. I'd tell Him how my sins arise;
What sorrows I sustain ;

How grace decays, and comfort dies,
And leaves my heart in pain.

3. Arise, my soul, from deep distress,
And banish every fear;

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He calls thee to His throne of grace,
To spread thy sorrows there.

C. M.

WATTS.

1. THOU Lamb once slain! whose flaming eyes
Sparkle with dazzling light,

How can a sinner choose but bow,
And sink beneath Thy sight?

2. But I am Thine, my ransom paid-
The price, Thy precious blood;

And Thine and mine are made one heart,
my Redeemer, God!

3. How did love seize me-t
-that pure fire
That flamed within Thy breast
When Thou, before Thy Father's throne,
Wert pleased to name me bless'd!

4. Let me to Thee, in all my wants,
Child-like, still closer fly,

In all my course regarding still
The guiding of Thine eye.

MORAVIAN,

1. LET worldly minds the world pursue;
It has no charms for me;
Once I admired its trifles, too,

But grace has set me free.

2. Its pleasures now no longer please,
No more content afford;

Far from my heart be joys like these,
Now I have seen the Lord.

3. As by the light of opening day
The stars are all concealed;
So earthly pleasures fade away
When Jesus is revealed.

4. Creatures no more divide my choice,
I bid them all depart;

428.

His name, and love, and gracious voice
Have fixed my roving heart.

C. M.

1. WITNESS, ye men and angels now,
Before the Lord we speak;

To Him we make our solemn vow,
A vow we dare not break:

2. That long as life itself shall last,
Ourselves to Christ we yield,
Nor from His cause will we depart,
Or ever quit the field.

3. We trust not in our native strength,
But on His grace rely,

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That, with returning wants, the Lord
Will all our need supply.

C. M.

1. AND must I part with all I have,
My dearest Lord, for Thee?

NEWTON.

BEDDOME.

It is but right! since Thou hast done
Much more than this for me.