4. The crowd of cares, the weightiest cross,
Seem trifles less than light-

Earth looks so little and so low
When faith shines full and bright.

5. O, happy, happy that I am!
If thou canst be, O faith,

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The treasure that thou art in life,
What wilt thou be in death?

C. M.

LYRA CATH.

1. O DEAREST Lamb, take Thou my heart!
Where can such sweetness be,

As I have tasted in Thy love,
As I have found in Thee?

2. If there's a fervor in my soul,
And fervor sure there is,

Now it shall be at thy control,
And but to serve Thee rise.

3. If love, that mildest flame can rest
In hearts so hard as mine,
Come, gentle Saviour to my breast,
Its love shall all be Thine.

4. Now the gay world with treacherous art
Shall tempt my heart in vain

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I have conveyed away that heart,
Ne'er to return again.

5. T is heaven on earth to taste His love,
To feel His quickening grace,

And all the heaven I hope above,
Is but to see His face.

C. M.

1. MAJESTIC sweetness sits enthroned
Upon the Saviour's brow;

MORAVIAN.

His head with radiant glories crowned,
His lips with grace o'erflow.

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2. No mortal can with Him compare,
Among the sons of men;

Fairer is He than all the fair

Who fill the heavenly train.

3. He saw me plunged in deep distress,
And flew to my relief;

For me He bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief.

4. To Him I owe my life and breath,
And all the joys I have;

He makes me triumph over death,
And saves me from the grave.

5. To heaven, the place of His abode,
He brings my weary feet,
Shows me the glories of my God,
And makes my joys complete.

6. Since from His bounty I receive
Such proofs of love divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord! they should all be Thine.

S. STENNETT.

C. M.

1. JESUS! I love Thy charming name,
'Tis music to mine ear;

Fain would I sound it out so loud,

That earth and heaven should hear.

2. Yes! Thou art precious to my soul,
My transport and my trust;
Jewels, to Thee, are gaudy toys,
And gold is sordid dust.

3. All my capacious powers can wish,
In Thee doth richly meet;

Not to mine eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.

4. Thy grace still dwells upon my heart,
And sheds its fragrance there;—
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.

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5. I'll speak the honors of Thy name,
With my last lab'ring breath;

Then, speechless, clasp Thee in mine arms,
The antidote of death.

C. M.

DODDRIDGE.

1. To Thee, my Shepherd, and my Lord,
A grateful song I'll raise;
O let the humblest of Thy flock
Attempt to speak Thy praise.

2. My life, my joy, my hope, I owe
To Thine amazing love;

Ten thousand thousand comforts here,
And nobler bliss above.

3. To Thee my trembling spirit flies,
With sin and grief oppress'd;
Thy gentle voice dispels my fears,
And lulls my cares to rest.

4. Lead on, dear Shepherd!-led by Thee,
No evil shall I fear;

Soon shall I reach Thy fold above,

And praise Thee better there.

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C. M.

HIGGINBOTHAM.

1. How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer's ear!

It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

2. It makes the wounded spirit whole,

And calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And for the weary, rest.

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3. By Thee, my prayers acceptance gain,
Although with sin defiled;
Satan accuses me in vain,

And I am owned a child.

4. Jesus! my Shepherd, Guardian, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King;
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.

5. Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see Thee as Thou art,
I'll praise Thee as I ought.

6. Till then, I would Thy love proclaim,
With every fleeting breath;

And may the music of Thy name,
Refresh my soul in death.

NEWTON.

C. M.

1. GRACE, like an uncorrupted seed,
Abides and reigns within;

Immortal principles forbid

The sons of God to sin.

2. Not by the terrors of a slave
Do they perform His will,
But, with the noblest powers they have,
His sweet commands fulfill.

3. They find access at every hour,
To God within the vail;

Hence they derive a quickening power,
And joys that never fail.

4. O happy souls! O glorious state
Of overflowing grace!

To dwell so near their Father's seat,
And see His lovely face!

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5. Lord, I address Thy heavenly throne,
Call me a child of Thine;

Send down the Spirit of Thy Son,
To form my heart divine.

6. There shed Thy choicest love abroad,
And make my comforts strong;
Then shall I say "My Father, God,"
With an unwavering tongue.

C. M.

1. As once the Saviour took His seat-
Attracted by His fame,

And lowly bending at His feet,
An humble suppliant came.

2. Ashamed to lift her streaming eyes
His holy glance to meet,
She poured her costly sacrifice
Upon the Saviour's feet.

WATTS.

3. Oppressed with sin and sorrow's weight,
And sinking in despair,

With tears she washed His sacred feet,
And wiped them with her hair.

4. "Depart in peace," the Saviour said,

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Thy sins are all forgiven!"

The trembling sinner raised her head,
In peaceful hope of heaven.

MRS. BROWN.

C. M.

1. LET every mortal ear attend,
And every heart rejoice;

The trumpet of the Gospel sounds
With an inviting voice.

2. Ho! all ye hungry, starving souls,
That feed upon the wind,

And vainly strive with earthly toys
To fill an empty mind!-