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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 to the weary, rest.

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

And I am own'd a child.

4 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.

5 Till then I would Thy love proclaim,
With ev'ry fleeting breath;
And may the music of Thy name
Refresh my soul in death.



ESUS! the very thought of Thee
With gladness fills my breast;
But dearer far Thy face to see,
And in Thy presence rest.

C. M.

2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, Nor can the memory find

A sweeter sound than Thy blest name,
O Saviour of mankind!

3 O Hope of ev'ry contrite heart,
O joy of all the meek!

To those who fall, how kind Thou art,
How good to those who seek!

4 And those who find Thee, find a bliss
Nor tongue nor pen can show:
The love of Jesus what it is,
None but His loved ones know.

5 Jesus, our only joy be Thou!
As Thou our prize wilt be;
Jesus, be Thou our glory now,
And through eternity!


JESUS! King most wonderful,
Thou Conqueror renown'd;

Thou Sweetness most ineffable,
In whom all joys are found!

2 When once Thou visitest the heart,
Then truth begins to shine,
Then earthly vanities depart,
Then kindles love divine.

3 O Jesus, Light of all below!
Thou Fount of life and fire!
Surpassing all the joys we know,
All that we can desire, -

4 May ev'ry heart confess Thy name,
And ever Thee adore;

And, seeking Thee, itself inflame
To seek Thee more and more.

C. M.

5 Thee may our tongues forever bless;
Thee may we love alone;
And ever in our life express
The image of Thine own.

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C. P. M

LOVE divine, how sweet thou art!
When shall I find my willing heart
All taken up by thee?

I long, and thirst, and faint to prove
The greatness of redeeming love,
The love of Christ to me.

2 Stronger His love than death or hell;
Its riches are unsearchable;
The first-born sons of light
Desire, in vain, its depth to see;
They cannot reach the mystery,
The length, and breadth, and height.

3 Oh, that I could forever sit,
With Mary, at the Master's feet!
Be this my happy choice;
My only care, delight, and bliss,
My joy, my heaven on earth be this,
To hear the Bridegroom's voice.

4 Oh, that I could, with favor'd John,
Recline my weary head upon

The dear Redeemer's breast!
From care, and sin, and sorrow free,
Give me, O Lord, to find in Thee
My everlasting rest.





ET songs of praises fill the sky!
Christ, our ascended Lord,
Sends down His Spirit, from on high,
According to His word.

2 The Spirit, by His heavenly breath,
New life creates within;

He quickens sinners from the death
Of trespasses and sin.

3 The things of Christ the Spirit takes,
And to our heart reveals;
Our bodies He His temple makes,
And our redemption seals.

4 Come, Holy Spirit, from above,
With Thy celestial fire;

C. M.

Come, and, with flames of zeal and love
Our hearts and tongues inspire.

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ETERNAL Spirit! we confess

L. M.

And sing the wonders of Thy grace:
Thy power conveys our blessings down
From God the Father and the Son.

2 Enlighten'd by Thy heavenly ray,
Our shades and darkness turn to day:
Thine inward teachings make us know
Our danger and our refuge too.

3 Thy glorious power works within, And breaks the chains of reigning sin, Doth our imperious lusts subdue,

And forms our wretched hearts anew. 4 The troubled conscience knows Thy voice, Thy cheering words awake our joys; Thy words allay the stormy wind, And calm the surges of the mind.

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YOME, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove,

Be Thou our guardian, Thou our guide; O'er ev'ry thought and step preside. 2 Conduct us safe, conduct us far From ev'ry sin and hurtful snare: Lead to Thy word, that rules must give, And teach us lessons how to live.

3 The light of truth to us display, That we may know and love Thy way; Plant holy fear in ev'ry heart,

That we from Thee may ne'er depart.

4 Lead us to righteousness, the road
That we must take, to dwell with God;
Lead us to heaven, the seat of bliss,
Where pleasure in perfection is.

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YOME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all Thy quick'ning powers,

Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.

C. M

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