30 let them all thy mind express, The fellowship of saints make known; 6 O might my lot be cast with these, O that my Lord would count me meet 7 This only thing do I require: Thou knowest 'tis all my heart's desire 8 After my lowly Lord to go, And wait upon thy saints below; Enjoy the grace to angels given, And serve the royal heirs of heaven. 9 Lord, if I now thy drawings feel, And ask according to thy will, Confirm the prayer, the seal impart, And speak the answer to my heart. 18 M 7s & 6 s. TAKER, Saviour of mankind, Who hast on me bestowed An immortal soul, designed To be the house of God; Come, and now reside in me, Never, never to remove; Make me just and good, like thee, And full of power and love, 2 Bid me in thy image rise, A saint, a creature new, True, and merciful, and wise, And pure, and happy too. In Jesus's power, In Jesus's love: With glad exultation Your triumph proclaim, Ascribing salvation To God and the Lamb. 2 Thou, Lord, our relief In trouble hast been; Hast saved us from grief, Hast saved us from sin; The power of thy Spirit Hath set our hearts free, And now we inherit All fulness in thee; 3 All fulness of peace, All fulness of joy, And spiritual bliss That never shall cloy : To us it is given In Jesus to know A kingdom of heaven, A heaven below. 4 No longer we join While sinners invite, Nor envy the swine Their brutish delight; Their joy is all sadness, Their mirth is all vain, Their laughter is madness, Their pleasure is pain. 5 Omight they at last With sorrow return, The pleasures to taste For which they were born; 1 Our Jesus receiving, Our happiness prove, The joy of believing, The heaven of 6-7 s. love! 20 WEARY souls, that wander wide From the central point of bliss, Fly to those dear wounds of his : 2 Find in Christ the way of peace, God to you his Son hath given ! Find on earth the life of heaven, 4 This the universal bliss, Bliss for every soul designed, God's original promise this, God's great gift to all mankind: Blest in Christ this moment be! Blest to all eternity! S. M. 1 YE simple souls that stray Far from the path of peace, 2 Madness and misery Ye count our life beneath; And nothing great or good can see, As only born to grieve, 3 So wretched and obscure, 4 Riches unsearchable In Jesu's love we know ; And pleasures, springing from the well Of wisdom, grace, and power; 5 Angels our servants are, 6 With him we walk in white, 21 Our robes are robes of glorious light, (2.) DESCRIBING THE GOODNESS OF GOD. C. M. BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind Nailed to the shameful tree! How vast the love that him inclined To bleed and die for thee! EXTENDED on a cursed tree, Besmeared with dust, and sweat, and blood, See there, the King of glory see! Sinks and expires the Son of God. 2 Who, who, my Saviour, this hath done? Who could thy sacred body wound? No guilt thy spotless heart hath known, No guile hath in thy lips been found. SI, I alone, have done the deed! "Tis I thy sacred flesh have torn; My sins have caused thee, Lord, to bleed, Pointed the nail, and fixed the thorn. 4 The burden, for me to sustain Too great, on thee, my Lord, was laid; To heal me, thou hast borne my pain; To bless me, thou a curse wast made. 5 In the devouring lion's teeth, Torn and forsook of all, I lay; Thou sprang'st into the jaws of death, From death to save the helpless prey. 6 My Saviour how shall I proclaim? How pay the mighty debt I owe? Let all I have, and all I am, Ceaseless to all thy glory show. 7 Too much to thee I cannot give; 8 The meek, the still, the lowly mind, 9 Still let thy tears, thy groans, thy sighs, O'erflow my eyes, and heave my breast, Till loose from flesh and earth I rise, And ever in thy bosom rest. 24* 2 8-7s. SAVIOUR, if thy precious love Cease, O man, thy worth to weigh, Only can by him be told 3 But when all in me is sin, How can I thy grace obtain? Lo, to thee I all resign! high! He comes to meet us from the sky "Come all for help to me." 2 Tired with the greatness of my way, From him I would no longer stray, But rest in Jesus have; 3 Weary of passions unsubdued, Of forms without the power, Of prayers, and hopes, complaints, and groans, My fainting soul in silence owns I can hold out no more. 4 Beneath this mountain load of grief, Of guilt and desperate unbelief, Jesus, thy creature see; With all my nature's weight oppressed, 5 Mine utter helplessness I feel; God, To wash me in thy cleansing blood, To dwell within thy wounds; then pain Is sweet, and life or death is gain. 2 Take my poor heart, and let it be 3 How blest are they who still abide Close sheltered in thy bleeding side, Who life and strength from thence derive, And by thee move, and in thee live. 4 What are our works but sin and death, Till thou thy quickening Spirit breathe! Thou giv'st the power thy grace to move; O wondrous grace! O boundless love! 5 How can it be, thou heavenly King, That thou shouldst us to glory bring? Make slaves the partners of thy throne, Decked with a never-fading crown? 6 Hence our hearts melt, our eyes o'erflow, Our words are lost; nor will we know, Nor will we think of aught beside, "My Lord, my Love is crucified." 7 Ah, Lord! enlarge our scanty thought, To know the wonders thou hast wrought; Unloose our stammering tongues, to tell Thy love immense, unsearchable. 8 First-born of many brethren thou! 1 SAVIOUR, the world's and mine, 2 'Tis done! my God hath died; Pour, mine eyes, a ceaseless flood; Feel, my soul, the pangs divine; Catch, my heart, the issuing blood! 3 When, O my God, shall I For thee submit to die? How the mighty debt repay? Rival of thy passion prove? Lead me in thyself, the Way; Melt my hardness into love. 4 To love is all my wish, I only live for this; 5 Thy power I pant to prove, 6 Ah! give me this to know, With all thy saints below; Swells my soul to compass thee, Gasps in thee to live and move; Filled with all the Deity, All immersed and lost in love! The Father's co-eternal Son Bore all my sins upon the tree; The immortal God for me hath died! My Lord, my Love is crucified. 2 Behold him, all ye that pass by, The bleeding Prince of life and peace! Come, see, ye worms, your Maker die, And say, was ever grief like his ? Come, feel with me his blood applied: My Lord, my Love is crucified. 3 Is crucified for me and you, To bring us rebels back to God: Ye all are bought with Jesu's blood, And gladly catch the healing stream, 3 Cast on thee our every care, To thine arms of mercy fly, Find our lasting quiet there. Burdened with a world of grief, Burdened with our sinful load, |