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416. L. M. 6 lines. 1. Thou hidden love of God, whose height, Whoso depth, unfathomed, no man

knows,
I see from far Thy beauteous light;

Inly I sigh for Thy repose;
My heart is pained; nor can it be

At rest till it find rest in Thee. 2. Thy secret voice invites mo still

The sweetness of Thy yoke to prove;
And fain I would; but though my will

Seem fixed, yet wide my passions rove;
Yet hindrances strow all the way;
I aim at Thee, yet from Thee stray.

418. L M. 6 lines. 1. I THANK thee, uncreated Sun, [shined;

That Thy bright beams on me have I thank Thee, who hast overthrown

My foes, and heal'd my wounded mind; I thank Thee, whose enlivening voico

Bids my frced heart in Thee rejoice. 2. Uphold me in the doubtful race,

Nor suffer me again to stray ;
Strengthen my feet, with steady pace

Still to press forward in Thy way;
My soul and flesh, O Lord of might,

Fill, satiate, with Thy heavenly light. 3. Thee will I love, my joy, my crown;

Thee will I love, my Lord, my God;
Thee will I love, beneath Thy frown

Or smile, Thy sceptre or Thy rod.
What though my flesh and heart decay;
Thee shall I love in endless day.

J. WESLEY.

3. 'Tis mercy all, that Thou hast brought

My mind to seek her peace in Thee; Yet, wliile I seek, but find Thee not,

No peace my wandering soul shall see. 0, when shall all my wanderings end, And all my steps to Thee-ward tend ?

4. Is there a thing beneath the sun
That strives with thee my heart to

share?
Ah, tear it thence, and reign alone,

The Lord of every motion there;
Then shall my heart from earth be free,

When it hath found repose in Thee. 5. O Love, Thy sov'reign aid impart,

To save me from low-thoughted care;
Chase this self-will through all my heart,

Through all its latent mazes there;
Make me Thy duteous child, that I,
Ceaseless, may Abba, Father, cry.

J. WESLEY.

417. L.M. 6 lines.

419. L. M. 6 lines.
1. AROUND Bethesda's healing wave,

Waiting to hear the rustling wing,
Which spoke the angel nigh, who gave

Its virtue to that holy spring,
With patience and with hopo endued,

Were seen the gathered multitude. 2. Bethesda's pool has lost its power!

No angel, by his glad descent,
Dispenses that diviner dower,

Which with its healing waters went.
But He, whose word surpassed its wave,

Is still omnipotent to save. 3. Saviour! Thy love is still the same

As when that healing word was spoke; Still in Thine all-redeeming name

Dwells power to burst the strongest yoke! O, be that power, that love displayed, Help thoso whom Thou alone canst aid !

BARTON. 420. L. M. 1. HEALTH of the weak, to make them strong!

Refuge of sinners, and their song!
Comfort of each africted breast!

Haven of hope in realms of rest!
2. Lord of the patriarchs gone before!

Light of the prophets' learned lore!
Deign from Thy throne to look on me,

And hear my lowly litany.
3. Lead me, 0 Spirit, to the Son,

To taste and feel what He has done;
To lay me low before His cross,

And reckon all besides as dross; 4. To speak, and think, and will, and move,

And love, as Thou wouldst bave me love:
O, look upon this bended knee,
And hear my heart's own litany!

1. SAVIOUR of all, what hast Thou done?

What bast Thou suffer'd on the tree?
Why didst Thou groan Thy mortal groan,

Obedient unto death for me?
Tho mystry of Thy passion show-

The end of all Thy griefs below.
2. Pardon, and grace, and heaven to buy,

My bleeding sacrifice expired;
But didst Thou not my pattern die,

That, by Thy glorious Spirit fired,
Faithful to death I might endure,

And make the crown by suff'ring sure ? 3. Thou didst the meek example leave,

That I might in Thy footsteps tread;
Might like the Man of Sorrows grieve,

And groan, and bow with Thee my head:
Thy dying in my body bear,
And all Thy state of suff'ring share.

O. WESLEY.

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421. C.M.
2. I'll go to Jesus, though my sin

Hath like a mountain rose;
I know His courts, I'll enter in,

Whatever may oppose.
3. Prostrate I 'll lie before his throne,

And there my guilt confess;
I'll tell Him I'm a wretch undone,

Without His sovereign grace. 4. Perhaps He will admit my plea,

Perhaps will hear my prayer;
But if I perish, I will pray,

And perish only there. 5. I can but perish if I go;

I am resolved to try;
For if I stay away, I know
I must for ever die.

JONES.

My life, which Thou hast made Thy care,

Lord, I devote to Thee.
5. Now I am Thine, for ever Thine,

Nor shall my purpose move;
Thy hand hath loosed my bonds of pain,

And bound me with Thy love.
6. Here in Thy courts I leave my vow,

And Thy rich grace record;
Witness, ye saints, who hear me now,
If I forsake the Lord.

WATTS.

422. C. M.
1. What shall I render to my God

For all His kindness shown?
My feet shall visit Thine abode,

My songs address Thy throné. 2. Among the saints that fill Thy house,

My offerings shall be paid ;
There shall my zeal perform the vows

My soul in anguish made.
3. How much is mercy Thy delight,

Thou ever-blessed God!
How dear Thy servants in Thy sight!

How precious is their blood! 4. How happy all Thy servants aro

How great Thy grace to mel

423. C. M.
1. Son of the Carpenter! receive

This humble work of mine,
Worth to my meanest labor give,

By joining it to Thine.
2. Servant of all, to toil for man

Thou wouldst not, Lord, refuse;
Thy majesty did not disdain

To be employed for us.
3. Thy bright example I pursue,

To Thee in all things rise;
And all I think, or speak, or do,

Is but one sacrifice.
4. Careless, through outward cares I go,

From all distraction free;
My hands are but engaged below,

My heart is still with Thee. 5. Ohl when wilt Thou, my Life, appearl

How gladly would I cry"'Tis done, the work Thou gav'st me here, “'T is finished, Lord!" and fly.

MORAVIAN.

424. C. M.

4. Let me to Thee, in all my wants,

Child-like, still closer tly,
In all my course regarding still
The guiding of Thine eye.

MORAVIAN.

427. C. M.

1. Thou, O my Jesus, Thou didst me

Upon the cross embrace;
For me didst bear the nails and spear,

And manifold disgrace; 2. And griefs and torments numberless,

And sweat of agony,
Yea, death itself; and all for one

That was Thine enemy.
3. Then, why, O blessed Jesus Christ,

Should I not love Thee well ?
Not for the hope of winning heaven,

Nor of escaping hell;
4. Not with the hope of gaining aught,

Not seeking a reward;
But as Thyself hast loved me,

O ever-loving Lord.
5. E'en so I love Thee, and will love,

And in thy praise will sing;
Solely because Thou art my God,
And my eternal King.

F. XAVIER

1. LET worldly minds the world pursue;

It has no charms for me;
Once I admired its trifles, too,

But grace has set me free.
2. Its pleasures now no longer please,

No more content afford;
Far from my heart be joys like these,

Now I have seen the Lord.
3. As by the light of opening day

The stars are all concealed ;
So earthly pleasures fade away

When Jesus is revealed.
4. Creatures no more divide my choice;

I bid them all depart;
His name, and love, and gracious voice
Have fixed my roving heart.

NEWTON.

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430. C. M.

1. SWEET was the time when first I felt

The Saviour's pard'ning blood, Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt,

And bring mo home to God.
2. Soon as the morn the light revealed,

His praises tuned my tongue;
And, when the evening shade prevailed,

His love was all my song. 3. In prayer, my soul drew near the Lord,

And saw His glory shine;
And when I read His holy word,

I called cach promise mine. 4. Now when the evening shade prevails,

My soul in darkness mourns;
And, when the morn the light reveals,

No light to me returns.
5. Riso, Saviour! help me to prevail,

And make my soul Thy care ;
I know Thy mercy can not fail,
Let me that mercy share.

NEWTON.

3. He met that glanco so thrilling sweet,

He heard those accents mild;
And melting at Messiah's feet,

Wept like a weaned child.
4. Oh, madder than the raving man!

Oh, deafer than the seal
How long the time since Christ began

To call in vain to me!
5. Yet could I hear Him once again,

As I have heard of old,
Methinks He should not call in vain
His wanderer to the fold.

DIEBER. 432. C. M. 1. Dear Saviour, when my thoughts recall

The wonders of Thy grace,
Low at Thy feet asliamed, I fall,

And hide this wretched face.
2. Shall love like Thinc be thus repaid ?

Ah, vile, ungrateful heart!
By carth's low cares so oft betrayed,

From Jesus to depart.
3. But He, for His own mercy's sake,

My wandering soul restores;
He bids the mourning heart partako

The pardon it implores.
4. Oh, while I breathe to Thee, my Lord,

The deep, repentant sigh,
Confirm the kind, forgiving word,

With pity in Thine eye.
5. Then shall the mourner at Thy feet,

Rejoice to seek Thy face;
And grateful, own how kind, how sweet,
Thy condescending grace.

MRS. STEELE

431. C. M.

1. The winds were howling o'er tho deep,

Each wave a watery hill;
The Saviour wakened from his sleep:

Ho spake, and all was still.
2. The madman in a tomb had made

His mansion of despair :
Woe to the traveler who strayed,

With heedless footsteps, there

433. C. M.

With failing steps, life's stormy wave;

The wave goes o'er my head.
3. I perish, and my doom were just;

But wilt Thou leave me?-No!
I hold Thee fast, my hope, my trust;

I will not let Thee go.
4. To Thee, Thee only will I cleave;

Thy word is all my plea;
That word is truth, and I believe-
Have mercy, Lord, on me.

MONTGOMERY.

1. Why is my heart so far from Thee,

My God, my chief delight?
Why are my thoughts no more by day

With Thee, no more by night? 2. When my forgetful soul renews

The savor of Thy grace,
My heart presumes, I can not loso

The relish all my days.
3. But ere one fleeting hour is past,

The flattering world employs
Some sensual bait to seize my taste,

And to pollute my joys.
4. Wretch that I am to wander thus,

In chase of false delight!
Let me be fastened to Thy cross,

Rather than lose Thy sight. 5. Make haste, my days, to reach the goal,

And bring my heart to rest
On the dear center of my soul,
My God, my Saviour's breast.

WATTS.

436. C. M.

434. C. M.

1. And will the Lord thus condescend

To visit sinful worms?
Thus at the door shall mercy stand,

In all her winning forms.
2. Shall Jesus for admittance plead,

His charming voice unheard ?
And this vile heart, for which he bled,

Remain forever barred ?
3. 'Tis sin, alas! with tyrant power,

The lodging has possessed,
And crowds of traitors bar the door,

Against the heavenly guest. 4. Lord! rise in Thine all-conquering grace,

Thy mighty power display;
One beam of glory from Thy face

Can drive my foes away.
6. Ye vile seducers! hence, depart;

Dear Saviour! enter in;
Oh! guard the passage to my heart,
And keep out every sin.

MRS. STEELE.

1. AMIDST thy wrath, remember love,

Restore thy servant, Lord;
Nor let a father's chastening provo

Like an avenger's sword.
2. My sips a heavy load appear,

And o'er my head are gone;
Too heavy they for me to bear,

Too hard for me t' atone.
3. All my desire to Thee is known,

Thine eye counts every tear,
And every sigh and every groan

Is voticed by Thine car.
4. But I'll confess my guilt to Thee,

And grieve for all my sin;
I'll mourn how weak my graces be,

And beg support divine.
5. My God! forgive my follies past,

And be for ever nigh;
O Lord of my salvation! haste,
Before Thy servant die.

WATTS.

437. C. M.

1. OUR Christ hath reached His heavenly seat,

Through sorrows and through scars;
The golden lamps are at His feet,

And in His hand tho stars.

2. O Lord of life, and truth, and grace,

Ere nature was begun!
Make welcome to our erring raco

Thy Spirit and Thy Son.

3. We hail the Church, built high o'er all

The heathens' rage and scoff';
Thy Providence its fenced wall,

"The Lamb tho light thereof."

435. C. M.
1. MERCY alone can meet my case,

For mercy, Lord, I cry;
Jesus, Redeemer, show thy face

In mercy, or I die. 2. Save me, for none beside can save,

At Thy command I tread,

4. O, may He walk among us here,

With His rebuke and love,
A brightness o'er this lower sphere,
A ray from worlds above!

FROTHINGHAM

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