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PART II.

O JESUS, King most wonderful,
Thou conqueror renowned,
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 living fire!
Surpassing all the joys we know
And all we can desire;

4 May every heart confess Thy name
And ever Thee adore;

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

5 Thee may our tongues for ever bless; Thee may we love alone,

And ever in our lives express

The image of Thine own.

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PART III.

O JESUS, Thou the beauty art
Of angel-worlds above;
Thy name is music to the heart,
Enchanting it with love.

2 Celestial sweetness unalloyed,
Who eat Thee hunger still;
Who drink of Thee still feel a void
Which only Thou canst fill.

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3 0 most sweet Jesus, hear the sighs,
Which unto Thee we send ;
To Thee our inmost spirit cries,
Our being's hope and end!

4 Stay with us, Lord, and with Thy light Illume the soul's abyss;

Scatter the darkness of our night,
And fill the world with bliss.

5 O Jesus, spotless virgin-flower,
Our love and joy, to Thee
Be praise, beatitude, and power,
Through all eternity.

Bernard of Clairvaux (3 Parts). Tr. E. Caswall.

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JESUS, these eyes have never seen
That radiant form of Thine;

The veil of sense hangs dark between
Thy blessed face and mine!

2 I see Thee not, I hear Thee not,
Yet art Thou oft with me;

And earth hath ne'er so, dear a spot,
As where I meet with Thee.

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3 Like some bright dream that comes unsought

When slumbers o'er me roll,

Thine image ever fills my thought,
And charms my ravished soul.

4 Yet though I have not seen, and still
Must rest in faith alone,

I love Thee, dearest Lord, and will,
Unseen, but not unknown.

5 When death these mortal eyes shall seal,
And still this throbbing heart,
The rending veil shall Thee reveal
All glorious as Thou art.

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How SWEET the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer's ear!

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 Dear name! the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding-place,
My never-failing treasury, filled
With boundless stores of grace.

4 Jesus, my shepherd, husband, friend,
My prophet, priest, and King;
My Lord, my life, my way, my end,
Accept the praise I bring.

5 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.

6 Till then I would Thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of Thy name
Refresh my soul in death.

J. Newton.

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My God, the spring of all my joys,
The life of my delights,

The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights!

2 In darkest shades if He appear,
My dawning is begun;

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He is my soul's bright morning star,
And He my rising sun.

3 The opening heavens around me shine With beams of sacred bliss,

While Jesus shows His heart is mine,
And whispers, I am His.

4 My soul would leave this heavy clay
At that transporting word;
Run up with joy the shining_way
T' embrace my dearest Lord.

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JESUS, I love Thy sacred name, 'Tis music to mine ear;

Fain would I sound it out so loud

I. Watts.

That earth and hea'vn should hear.

2 Yes, Thou art precious to my soul,
My transport and my trust;
Jewels to Thee are gaudy toys,
And gold is sordid dust.

3 All my capacious powers can wish,
In Thee doth richly meet;
Nor to mine eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.

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4 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart,
And sheds its fragrance there,-
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.

5 I'll speak the honors of Thy name With my last laboring breath ;

Then, speechless, clasp Thee in mine arms, The antidote of death.

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O JESUS, when I think of Thee,
Thy manger, cross, and throne,
My spirit trusts exultingly

In Thee, and Thee alone.

2 I see Thee in Thy weakness first;
Then, glorious from Thy shame,
I see Thee death's strong fetters burst,
And reach heaven's mightiest name.

3 For me Thou didst become a man,
For me didst weep and die ;
For me achieve Thy wondrous plan,
For me ascend on high.

4 O let me share Thy holy birth,
Thy faith, Thy death to sin,

And, strong amidst the toils of earth,
My heavenly life begin.

5 Then shall I know what means the strain Triumphant of Saint Paul:

"To live is Christ, to die is gain;”
"Christ is my all in all."

G. W. Bethune.