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J. ZUNDEL.

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1. Let me fly to

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2 Thy love, how cheering is its ray!
All pain before its presence flies;
Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away
Where'er its healing beams arise.

3 O let Thy love my soul inflame,

And to Thy service sweetly bind;
Transfuse it through my inmost frame,
And mould me wholly to Thy mind.

4 Thy love, in sufferings, be my peace; Thy love, in weakness, make me strong; And when the storms of life shall cease, Thy love shall be in heaven my song. 266

ANTOINETTE BOURIGNON: J. WESLEY.

1 COME, blessed Saviour, from above,
Assist me with Thy heavenly grace;
Empty my heart of earthly love,
And for Thyself prepare the place.
2 O let Thy sacred presence fill,
And set my longing spirit free,
Which pants to have no other will,
But night and day to feast on Thee.

3 That path with humble speed I'll seek,
In which my Saviour's footsteps shine;
Nor will I hear, nor will I speak,
Of any other love but Thine.

2 Do not I love Thee from my soul?
Then let me nothing love;
Dead be my heart to every joy,

When Jesus cannot move.

3 Hast Thou a lamb in all Thy flock
I would disdain to feed?

Hast Thou a foe before whose face
I fear Thy cause to plead?

4 Would not my ardent spirit vie,
With angels round the throne,
To execute Thy sacred will,

And make Thy glory known?

5 Would not my heart pour forth its blood In honor of Thy Name,

And challenge the cold hand of death
To damp the immortal flame?

6 Thou know'st I love Thee, dearest Lord, But O, I long to soar

Far from the sphere of mortal joys, And learn to love Thee more.

1 My blessed Saviour, is Thy love
So great, so full, so free?
Behold, I give my love, my heart,
My life, my all, to Thee.

2 I love Thee for the glorious worth,
In Thy great Self I see;

I love Thee for that shameful cross
Thou hast endured for me.

3 No man of greater love can boast
Than for his friend to die;

But for Thy foes, Lord, Thou wast slain;
What love with Thine can vie!

4 O Lord, I'll treasure in my soul

The memory of Thy love;
And Thy dear Name shall still to me
A grateful odor prove.

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2 O let this love constrain us
To give our hearts to Thee;
Let nothing henceforth pain us,
But that which paineth Thee!

Our joy, our one endeavor,

Through suffering, conflict, shame, To serve Thee, gracious Saviour, And magnify Thy Name.