4 Oh! let the dead now hear Thy voice; LOVE. Hymn 253. JESUS! the very thought of Thee C. M. 2 No voice can sing, no heart can frame, Nor can the memory find, A sweeter sound than Jesus' name, 3 Oh, hope of every contrite heart, To those who fall, how kind Thou art! 4 But what to those who find? Ah! this Nor tongue nor pen can show; The love of Jesus, what it is 5 Jesus! our only joy be Thou, Hymn 254. MY God, I love Thee, not because Nor yet because, if I love not, 2 But, O my Jesus, Thou didst me Upon the cross embrace; C. M. For me didst bear the nails and spear, And manifold disgrace, 3 And griefs and torments numberless, E'en death itself; and all for one 4 Then why, O blessed Jesus Christ! Not for the sake of winning heaven, 5 Not with the hope of gaining aught; But, as Thyself hast loved me, 6 E'en so I love Thee, and will love, HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, 3 Dear name! the rock on which I build, 4 By Thee my prayers acceptance gain, Although with sin defiled; Satan accuses me in vain, And I am owned a child. 5 Jesus! my Shepherd, Guardian, Friend, My Prophet, Priest, and King, My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, Accept the praise I bring. 1 6 Weak is the effort of my heart, 7 Till then, I would Thy love proclaim PRAISE. Hymn 256. LORD, Thy glory fills the heaven; Unto Thee be glory given, Holy, holy, holy Lord! III. 3. Heaven is still with anthems ringing; "Holy, holy, holy," singing, "Lord of hosts, the Lord most High!" 2 Ever thus in God's high praises, Bid we thus our anthems flow. 3 Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven; Thus Thy glorious name confessing, Thee, the Lord our God most High! Hymn 257. AWAKE, my soul, to joyful lays, L. M. And sing Thy great Redeemer's praise, He justly claims a song from thee; His loving-kindness, oh, how free! 2 He saw me ruined in the fall, Yet loved me notwithstanding all; He saved me from my lost estate; His loving-kindness, oh, how great! 3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes, Though earth and hell my way oppose, He safely leads my soul along; His loving-kindness, oh, how strong! 4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, Has gathered thick, and thundered loud, He near my soul has always stood; His loving-kindness, oh, how good! 5 Often I feel my sinful heart Prone from my Saviour to depart, But though I oft have Him forgot, His loving-kindness changes not. |