1. How tedious and taste-less the hours, When Jesus no longer I see!
1 How tedious and tasteless the hours,
When Jesus no longer I see!
The woodlands, the fields, and the flowers
Have lost all their sweetness to me.
2 His name yields the richest perfume,
And softer than music his voice;
His presence can banish my gloom,
And bid all within me rejoice.
3 Dear Lord! if indeed thou art mine, And thou art my light and my song; Say, why do I languish and pine,
And why are my winters so long?
4 Oh! drive these dark clouds from the sky,
Thy soul-cheering presence restore;
Or bid me soar upward on high,
Where winter and storms are no more.
1 INSPIRER and hearer of prayer, Thou Shepherd and Guardian of thine, My all to thy covenant care
I sleeping or waking resign.
2 If thou art my shield and my sun,
The night is no darkness to me;
And, fast as my moments roll on,
They bring me but nearer to thee.
3 Thy ministering spirits descend
To watch while thy saints are asleep;
By day and by night they attend,
The heirs of salvation to keep.
4 Bright seraphs, despatched from the throne,
Repair to their stations assigned;
And angels elect are sent down,
To guard the redeemed of mankind.
5 Thy worship no interval knows;
Their fervor is still on the wing;
And, while they protect my repose,
They chant to the praise of my King.
6 I, too, at the season ordained,
Their chorus forever shall join,
And love and adore, without end,
Their faithful Creator and mine.
1 My gracious Redeemer I love,
His praises aloud I'll proclaim:
And join with the armies above,
To shout his adorable name.
2 To gaze on his glories divine
Shall be my eternal employ;
To see them incessantly shine,
My boundless, ineffable joy.
3 He freely redeemed, with his blood,
My soul from the confines of hell,
To live on the smiles of my God,
And in his sweet presence to dwell :-
4 To shine with the angels in light,
With saints and with seraphs to sing,
To view, with eternal delight,
My Jesus, my Saviour, my King!
2 Low before thee, Lord! we bow,
We are weak-but mighty thou:
Sore distressed, yet suppliant still,
Here we wait thy holy will;
Bound to earth and rooted here,
Till our Saviour God appear.
3 Leave us not beneath the power
Of temptation's darkest hour:
Swift to seal their captives' doom,
See our foes exulting come!
Jesus, Saviour! yet be nigh,
Lord of life and victory.
10 THOU God who hearest prayer
Every hour and everywhere!
For his sake, whose blood I plead,
Hear me in my hour of need:
Only hide not now thy face,
God of all-sufficient grace!
2 Hear and save me, gracious Lord!
For my trust is in thy word;
Wash me from the stain of sin,
That thy peace may rule within:
May I know myself thy child,
Ransomed, pardoned, reconciled.
3 Dearest Lord! may I so much
As thy garment's hem but touch,
Or but raise my languid eye,
To the cross where thou didst die,
It shall make my spirit whole,-
It shall heal and save my soul.
4 Leave me not, my Strength, my Trust!
Oh, remember I 'm but dust!
Leave me not again to stray;
Leave me not the tempter's prey:
Fix my heart on things above;
Make me happy in thy love.
1 WEARY, Lord, of struggling here
With this constant doubt and fear,
Burdened by the pains I bear,
And the trials I must share-
Help me, Lord, again to flee
To the rest that's found in thee.
2 Weakened by the wayward will
Which controls, yet cheats me still;
Seeking something undefined
With an earnest, darkened mind—
Help me, Lord, again to flee
To the light that breaks from thee. 3 Fettered by this earthly scope In the reach and aim of hope, Fixing thought in narrow bound Where no living truth is foundHelp me, Lord, again to flee To the hope that 's fixed in thee. 4 Fettered, burdened, wearied, weak, Lord, once more thy grace I seek; Turn, oh, turn me not away, Help me, Lord, to watch and That I never more may flee From the rest that 's found in thee.
1 WHILE My Redeemer's near,
My shepherd and my guide,
I bid farewell to anxious fear:
My wants are all supplied.
2 To ever fragrant meads,
Where rich abundance grows,
His gracious hand indulgent leads,
And guards my sweet repose.
3 Dear Shepherd, if I stray,
My wandering feet restore;
To thy fair pastures guide my way,
And let me rove no more.
1 My spirit on thy care,
Blest Saviour, I recline,
Thou wilt not leave me to despair,
For thou art love divine.
2 In thee I place my trust,
On thee I calmly rest;
I know thee good-I know thee just,
And count thy choice the best.
3 Whate'er events betide,
Thy will they all perform;
Safe in thy breast my head I hide,
Nor fear the coming storm.
4 Let good or ill befall,
It must be good for me,—
Secure of having thee in all,
Of having all in thee.
2 To thee we still would cleave With ever-growing zeal;
If millions tempt us Christ to leave, Oh, let them ne'er prevail!
3 Thy Spirit shall unite
Our souls to thee, our Head; Shall form in us thine image bright, And teach thy paths to tread.
4 Death may our souls divide
From these abodes of clay; But love shall keep us near thy side, Through all the gloomy way.
5 Since Christ and we are one,
Why should we doubt or fear? If he in heaven has fixed his throne, He'll fix his members there.
1 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 To thee, and thee alone,
The angels owe their bliss:
They sit around thy gracious throne,
And dwell where Jesus is.
3 Not all the harps above
Can make a heavenly place,
If God his residence remove,
Or but conceal his face.
4 Nor earth, nor all the sky,
Can one delight afford-
No, not a drop of real joy
Without thy presence, Lord.
5 Thou art the sea of love,
Where all my pleasures roll;
The circle where my passions move,
And centre of my soul.
1 Nor all the blood of beasts,
On Jewish altars slain,
Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away the stain.
2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away-
A sacrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.
3 My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of thine,
While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin.
4 My soul looks back to see
The burdens thou didst bear
When hanging on the curséd tree,
And hopes her guilt was there.
5 Believing, we rejoice
To see the curse remove;
We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,
And sing his bleeding love.
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