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416. L. M. 6 lines. 1. Thou hidden love of God, whose height, Whoso depth, unfathomed, no man
Inly I sigh for Thy repose;
At rest till it find rest in Thee. 2. Thy secret voice invites mo still
The sweetness of Thy yoke to prove;
Seem fixed, yet wide my passions rove;
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 ;
Still to press forward in Thy way;
Fill, satiate, with Thy heavenly light. 3. Thee will I love, my joy, my crown;
Thee will I love, my Lord, my God;
Or smile, Thy sceptre or Thy rod.
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
The Lord of every motion there;
When it hath found repose in Thee. 5. O Love, Thy sov'reign aid impart,
To save me from low-thoughted care;
Through all its latent mazes there;
417. L.M. 6 lines.
419. L. M. 6 lines.
Waiting to hear the rustling wing,
Its virtue to that holy spring,
Were seen the gathered multitude. 2. Bethesda's pool has lost its power!
No angel, by his glad descent,
Which with its healing waters went.
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!
Haven of hope in realms of rest!
Light of the prophets' learned lore!
And hear my lowly litany.
To taste and feel what He has done;
And reckon all besides as dross; 4. To speak, and think, and will, and move,
And love, as Thou wouldst bave me love:
1. SAVIOUR of all, what hast Thou done?
What bast Thou suffer'd on the tree?
Obedient unto death for me?
The end of all Thy griefs below.
My bleeding sacrifice expired;
That, by Thy glorious Spirit fired,
And make the crown by suff'ring sure ? 3. Thou didst the meek example leave,
That I might in Thy footsteps tread;
And groan, and bow with Thee my head:
Hath like a mountain rose;
Whatever may oppose.
And there my guilt confess;
Without His sovereign grace. 4. Perhaps He will admit my plea,
Perhaps will hear my prayer;
And perish only there. 5. I can but perish if I go;
I am resolved to try;
My life, which Thou hast made Thy care,
Lord, I devote to Thee.
Nor shall my purpose move;
And bound me with Thy love.
And Thy rich grace record;
422. C. M.
For all His kindness shown?
My songs address Thy throné. 2. Among the saints that fill Thy house,
My offerings shall be paid ;
My soul in anguish made.
Thou ever-blessed God!
How precious is their blood! 4. How happy all Thy servants aro
How great Thy grace to mel
423. C. M.
This humble work of mine,
By joining it to Thine.
Thou wouldst not, Lord, refuse;
To be employed for us.
To Thee in all things rise;
Is but one sacrifice.
From all distraction free;
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.
424. C. M.
4. Let me to Thee, in all my wants,
Child-like, still closer tly,
427. C. M.
1. Thou, O my Jesus, Thou didst me
Upon the cross embrace;
And manifold disgrace; 2. And griefs and torments numberless,
And sweat of agony,
That was Thine enemy.
Should I not love Thee well ?
Nor of escaping hell;
Not seeking a reward;
O ever-loving Lord.
And in thy praise will sing;
1. LET worldly minds the world pursue;
It has no charms for me;
But grace has set me free.
No more content afford;
Now I have seen the Lord.
The stars are all concealed ;
When Jesus is revealed.
I bid them all depart;
Ap - plied to cleanse my soul from guilt, And bring me home to God.
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.
His praises tuned my tongue;
His love was all my song. 3. In prayer, my soul drew near the Lord,
And saw His glory shine;
I called cach promise mine. 4. Now when the evening shade prevails,
My soul in darkness mourns;
No light to me returns.
And make my soul Thy care ;
3. He met that glanco so thrilling sweet,
He heard those accents mild;
Wept like a weaned child.
Oh, deafer than the seal
To call in vain to me!
As I have heard of old,
DIEBER. 432. C. M. 1. Dear Saviour, when my thoughts recall
The wonders of Thy grace,
And hide this wretched face.
Ah, vile, ungrateful heart!
From Jesus to depart.
My wandering soul restores;
The pardon it implores.
The deep, repentant sigh,
With pity in Thine eye.
Rejoice to seek Thy face;
431. C. M.
1. The winds were howling o'er tho deep,
Each wave a watery hill;
Ho spake, and all was still.
His mansion of despair :
With heedless footsteps, there
433. C. M.
With failing steps, life's stormy wave;
The wave goes o'er my head.
But wilt Thou leave me?-No!
I will not let Thee go.
Thy word is all my plea;
1. Why is my heart so far from Thee,
My God, my chief delight?
With Thee, no more by night? 2. When my forgetful soul renews
The savor of Thy grace,
The relish all my days.
The flattering world employs
And to pollute my joys.
In chase of false delight!
Rather than lose Thy sight. 5. Make haste, my days, to reach the goal,
And bring my heart to rest
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434. C. M.
1. And will the Lord thus condescend
To visit sinful worms?
In all her winning forms.
His charming voice unheard ?
Remain forever barred ?
The lodging has possessed,
Against the heavenly guest. 4. Lord! rise in Thine all-conquering grace,
Thy mighty power display;
Can drive my foes away.
Dear Saviour! enter in;
1. AMIDST thy wrath, remember love,
Restore thy servant, Lord;
Like an avenger's sword.
And o'er my head are gone;
Too hard for me t' atone.
Thine eye counts every tear,
Is voticed by Thine car.
And grieve for all my sin;
And beg support divine.
And be for ever nigh;
437. C. M.
1. OUR Christ hath reached His heavenly seat,
Through sorrows and through scars;
And in His hand tho stars.
2. O Lord of life, and truth, and grace,
Ere nature was begun!
Thy Spirit and Thy Son.
3. We hail the Church, built high o'er all
The heathens' rage and scoff';
"The Lamb tho light thereof."
435. C. M.
For mercy, Lord, I cry;
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,