2. The Shepherd sought His sheep, They bound me with the bands of love, 3. They spake in tender love, They raised my drooping head; They made me clean and fair; 4. Jesus my Shepherd is, 'T was He that loved my soul. 'Twas He that wash'd me in His blood, 'Twas He that made me whole: 'T was He that sought the lost, That found the wandering sheep, 5. No more a wand'ring sheep, I seek no more to roam, I love my heavenly Father's voice- S. M. 1. THE Lord my Shepherd is; 628. 629. 2. He leads me to the place Where heavenly pasture grows, 3. If e'er I go astray, He doth my soul reclaim, 4. While He affords His aid, Tho' I should walk thro' death's dark shade, 5. In sight of all my foes, Thou dost my table spread; 6. The bounties of Thy love Shall crown my future days; Nor from Thy house will I remove, Nor cease to speak Thy praise. WATTS, S. M. 1. OUR heavenly Father calls, And Christ invites us near; With both, our friendship shall be sweet, . 2. God pities all our griefs: And wise to guide our way. 3. How large His bounties are! Diffused from our Redeemer's hand, 630. 4. Jesus, our living Head, We bless Thy faithful care, 5. Here fix, my roving heart! DODDRIDGE. S. M. 1. My God, my Life, my Love, I can not live, if Thou remove, 2. Thy shining grace can cheer 3. To Thee, and Thee alone, The angels owe their bliss; 4. Not all the harps above Can make a heavenly place, 5. Nor earth, nor all the sky, No, not a drop of real joy, Without Thy presence, Lord. 6. Thou art the sea of love, Where all my pleasures roll; The circle where my passions move, WATTS. 631. 632. 8. M. Double. 1. I WANT a heart to pray— 2. I want a true regard, A single, steady aim- A jealous, just concern, For Thine immortal praise; 3. I rest upon Thy word— My succor and salvation, Lord, Nor from my hope remove, Till Thou my patient spirit guide S. M. 1. AWAKE, and sing the song C. WESLEY. Wake every heart, and every tongue 2. Sing, till we feel our heart Ascending with our tongue; 633. 3. Sing, on your heavenly way, In Christ, the heavenly King. 4. Soon shall we hear him say, 5. There shall our raptured tongue And sweeter voices tune the song S. M. 1. HARK, how the watchmen cry! 2. Who bow to Christ's command, The day of battle is at hand- 3. See on the mountain top The standard of your God; In Jesus' name 't is lifted up, All stain'd with hallow'd blood. 4. His standard-bearers, now 5. Go up with Christ your Head; HAMMOND. |