3 Jesus, Deliverer, Come thou to me; Thou, when the storm of death Anatolius, died 458; tr. by J. M. Neale, 1862. THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, CONSECRATION. 715. PSALM 119. 1 THOU art my portion, O my Soon as I know thy way, C. M. God; My heart makes haste t' obey thy word, 2 I choose the path of heavenly truth, 3 The testimonies of thy grace 4 If once I wander from thy path, Then turn my feet to thy commands, 5 Now I am thine, forever thine, Thou art my shield, my hiding-place; Isaac Watts, 1719. 716. 1 How can I sink with such a prop As my eternal God, C. M. Who bears the earth's huge pillars up, 2 How can I die while Jesus lives, 3 All that I am, and all I have, 4 Yet if I might make some reserve, I love my God with zeal so great, 717. Isaac Watts, 1709. 1 ОH not to fill the mouth of fame 2 Sweet title that delighteth me, C. M. 3 No longer would my soul be known Oh, not mine own, oh, not mine own, 4 In each aspiring burst of prayer, 5 In life, in death, on earth, in heaven, The same sweet style and title given 718. Thomas H. Gill, 1859. C. M. 1 LET worldly minds the world pursue; It has no charms for me: Once I admired its trifles too, But grace hath set me free. 2 Its pleasures now no longer please, Far from my heart be joys like these, 3 As by the light of opening day 4 Creatures no more divide my choice; His name, and love, and gracious voice, 5 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone, But may I hope that thou wilt own A worthless worm like me? 6 Yes; though of sinners I'm the worst, I cannot doubt thy will; For if thou hadst not loved me first, 719. John Newton, 1779. C. M. 1 LORD, as to thy dear cross we flee, And plead to be forgiven, So let thy life our pattern be, 2 Help us, through good report and ill, Like thee to do our Father's will, 3 Let grace our selfishness expel, And kindness in our bosoms dwell, 4 If joy shall at thy bidding fly, 5 Should friends misjudge, or foes defame, 6 Kept peaceful in the midst of strife, Oh may we lead the pilgrim's life, 720. J. H. Gurney, 1838. PSALM 119. C. M. 1 Он that the Lord would guide my ways, To keep his statutes still; Oh that my God would grant me grace 2 Oh send thy Spirit down to write Nor let my tongue indulge deceit, 3 From vanity turn off my eyes; Nor covetous desire, arise 4 Order my footsteps by thy word, 5 Make me to walk in thy commands, Nor let my head, nor heart, nor hands, 721. Isaac Watts, 1719. C. M. 1 Оn wherefore, Lord, doth thy dear praise But tremble on my tongue? Why lack my lips sweet skill to raise 2 Oh make me, Lord, thy statutes learn; 3 Each sin I cast away shall make 4 My voice shall more delight thine ear, 5 Oh when shall perfect holiness And all harmonious heaven confess 722. Thomas H. Gill, 1849. L. M. 1 OH that I could forever dwell |