HYMN 146. S. M. [69]
MY God, my life, my love,
To thee, to thee I call:
I cannot live if thou remove,
For thou art all in all.
2 Thy shining grace can cheer
This dungeon where I dwell:
"Tis paradise when thou art here,
If thou depart 'tis hell.
3 The smilings of thy face, How amiable they are! "Tis heaven to rest in thine embrace, And no where else but there.
4 To thee, and thee alone,
The angels owe their bliss;
They sit around thy gracious throne,
And dwell where Jesus is.
5 Not all the harps above,
Can make a heavenly place,
If God his residence remove,
Or but conceal his face.
6 Nor earth, nor all the sky,
Can one delight afford;
No, not one drop of real joy,
Without thy presence, Lord.
7 Thou art the sea of love,
Where all my pleasures roll;
The circle where my passions move,
And centre of my soul.
8 To thee my spirits fly,
With infinite desire:
And yet how far from thee I lie!
O Jesus raise me higher,
I THIRST, thou wounded lamb of 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
For ever closed to all but thee!
Seal thou my breast, and let me wear
That pledge of love for ever there.
3 How blest are they who still abide,
Close shelter'd 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 quick'ning Spirit breathe?
Thou giv'st the power thy grace to move;
O wond'rous grace! O boundless love!
HOW can it be, thou heavenly King,
That thou should'st us to glory bring;
Make slaves the partners of thy throne,
Deck'd with a never-fading crown?
2 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 crucify'd."
3 Ah! Lord, enlarge our scanty thought, To know the wonders thou hast wrought: Unloose our stamm'ring tongue to tell Thy love immense, unsearchable!
4 First-born of many brethren thou, To thee, lo, all our souls we bow:
To thee our hearts and hands we give;
Thine may we die, thine may we live.
JESUS, thou all-redeeming Lord,
Thy blessing we implore;
Open the door to preach thy word,
The great, effectual door.
2 Gather the outcasts in, and save
From sin and Satan's power;
And let them now acceptance have,
And know their gracious hour.
3 Lover of souls! thou know'st to prize
What thou hast bought so dear:
Come, then, and in thy people's eyes,
With all thy wounds appear!
4 The hardness from their hearts remove, Thou who for all hast died;
Show them the token of thy love,
Thy feet, thy hands, thy side.
5 Ready thou art the blood t' apply,
And prove the record true:
And all thy wounds to sinners cry,
"I suffer'd this for you!"
COME, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
One God in persons three;
Bring back, the heavenly blessing lost,
By all mankind and me.
2 Thy favor and thy nature too,
To me, to all restore;
Forgive, and after God renew,
And keep me evermore.
3 Eternal Sun of Righteousness,
Display thy beams divine;
And cause the glories of thy face,
Upon my heart to shine.
4 Light, in thy light, O may I see,
Thy grace and mercy prove!
Reviv'd, and cheer'd, and bless'd by thee,
The God of pard'ning love.
5 Lift up thy countenance serene,
And let thy happy child
Behold, without a cloud between,
The Godhead reconcil'd.
6 That all-comprising peace bestow
On me, through grace forgiv'n;
The joys of holiness below,
And then the joys of heaven!
HYMN 151. L. M.
O THOU, to whose all-searching sight,
The darkness shineth as the light,
Search, prove my heart, it pants for thee,
O burst these bonds and set it free!
2 Wash out its stains, refine its dross,
Nail my affections to the cross;
Hallow each thought, let all within
Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean.
3 If in this darksome wild I stray,
Be thou my light, be thou my way;
No foes, no violence I fear,
No fraud, while thou, my God, art near.
4 Saviour, where'er thy steps I see
Dauntless, untir'd, I follow thee;
O let thy hand support me still,
And lead me to thy holy hill!
5 If rough and thorny be the way,
My strength proportion to my day;
Till toil, and grief, and pain shall cease,
Where all is calm, and joy, and peace.
HYMN 152. C. M. [73]
O SUN of Righteousness, arise
With healing in thy wing;
To my diseas'd, my fainting soul,
Life and salvation bring.
2 My mind, by thy all-quick'ning power
From low desires set free;
Unite my scatter'd thoughts, and fix
My love entire on thee.
3 Father thy long-lost son receive;
Saviour, thy purchase own;
Blest Comforter, with peace and joy,
Thy new-made creature crown.
4 Eternal, undivided Lord,
Co-equal One in Three,
On thee all faith, all hope be plac'd,
All love be paid to thee.
HYMN 153. 7s. [73]
LORD, we come before thee now,
At thy feet we humbly bow;
O! do not our suit disdain;
Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain?
2 Lord, on thee, our soul depends;
In compassion now descend;
Fill our hearts with thy rich grace,
Tune our lips to sing thy praise.
3 In thine own appointed way,
Now we seek thee, here we stay;
Lord, we know not how to go,
Till a blessing thou bestow.
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