4 Thou art my Life, thy pow'r divine Shall influence ev'ry motion; O may thy Spirit me incline

To true unfeign'd devotion: Thus I eternal life shall gain, And, till my latest breath, remain A member of thy body.

5 Lord Jesus, thou my Shepherd art, Who dyd'st for my transgression; When lost, I caus'd thee pungent smart, When found, joy past expression: Ah! best of Shepherds, ever keep Within thy fold thy helpless sheep, Protect it from all danger.

6 Thou art my faithful Friend in need, My flesh and bone, my Brother; Thy faithfulness and love exceed That of the fondest mother: Thou art my Healer when I'm sick, My Cordial strength'ning me when weak,

My refuge in all trouble.

7 O Lord, how very short I fall,
When on thy praise I enter!
Thou art, indeed, my All in all,
In thee my wishes centre:
Whate'er I want, thou art to me;
O let my heart incessantly
Be by thy love inspired.

316.* T. 58.

WHAT peace divine, what perfect happiness

Our Saviour's presence to our hearts conveys ! Unto us poor sinners, thereby is given A blessed antepast of bliss in heaven, And lasting joy. 2 Altho', dear Jesus, we can't see thy face, Werichly may enjoy thy love and grace, Since thou hast pronounced those souls thrice blessed,

Who, tho' they do not see thee, are possessed Of faith in thee. 3 Were we but all desirous, day and night Thee to enjoy, O what supreme delight

Would both soul and body taste in thy favor!

We then with all our heart could say,

"Dear Saviour, Who is like thee !" 4 Long suffring, merciful and kind to be,

Forgiving daily and abundantly, To heal, cheer, and comfort, and show'r thy blessing

On us, with looks thy tender love expressing, Is thy delight.

5 Gracious Redeemer, grant to us while here

Of thy salvation constantly to share, May our souls and senses, without cessation,

Prompted by love and need, for consolation Unto thee look.

6 Thus in communion may we live with thee,

Happy like children, till thy face we see; Tho', while here we tarry, we're often grieved,

May we apply to thee and be relieved In all distress.

317.* T. 228. HOWbright appears the Morning-star, With grace and truth beyond compare! The royal root of Jesse ; O David's Son, of Jacob's line, My soul's belov'd, and King benign, Thou cam'st from heav'n to bless me. Precious, gracious, Ever glorious,-and victorious, Is my Saviour,

Nought but he can please me ever. 2 From him descends a beam of joy, When he, with a complacent eye,

Beholds his needy creature: Immanuel! my sov'reign good, Thy word, thy Spirit, flesh and blood Grant me,-richly, Renew my very nature. Thro' thy merit-to inherit Thy salvation; Hear my ardent supplication.

3 The Father from eternity In mercy was inclin'd to me,

Thro' thee his Well-beloved: I, as a member of thy bride, In thee, my Jesus, can confide, Thy love remains unmoved. Oh! I have joy, That in heaven,

Thee my Saviour

with thanksgiving,

I shall love and praise for ever.

4 Tune all your notes to songs of praise, If you can earthly music raise,

To join celestial concerts;
Be Jesus your delightful theme;
In him, and in his saving name,
Are center'd all our comforts;
Joyful,-awful,

Be the phrases-of our praises,
'Tis our duty,

'Fore the Lord of bliss and beauty.

3 Before the world I make my boast, That he in whom I place my trust,

Is Lord of light and glory :
At last he'll bring me to that place,
Where wonders of redeeming grace
Shall lie disclos'd before me;
Amen!-Be then

Praise and blessing,-never ceasing
To him given,

Here, and by the hosts of heaven!

318.* T. 185.

THE unbounded love of my Creator Heart-felt gratitude doth claim; Why did Christ appear in human nature? 'Twas for me he man became ; While the whole world's Saviour I

confess him,

As my own Redeemer oft I trace him, And his merits I apply

To myself especially.

3 When my mind pursues this medita tion,

That the all-creating Word Hath by his humanity and passion, To God's image man restor❜d; I regard my body as Christ's temple, 'Tis my aim to follow his example, And my vessel, thro' his grace, In due honor to possess.

319.* T. 68.

BLISS beyond compare,

Which in Christ I share!
He's my only joy and treasure;
Tasteless is all worldly pleasure;
When in Christ I share
Bliss beyond compare.
2 Jesus is my joy,
Therefore blest am I.

O! his mercy is unbounded,
All my hope on him is grounded;
Jesus is my joy,

Therefore blest am I.

3 When the Lord appears, This my spirit cheers; When his love to me revealing, He, the Sun of grace with healing, In his beams appears, This my spirit cheers.

4 Then all grief is drown'd; Pure delight is found. Heav'nly bliss and consolation. Joy and peace in his salvation, Ev'ry grief is drown'd Where such bliss is found.

LORD

T. 4.

320.*
Jesus, my pray'r

Is while I am here,
In union to be

union,

I can all things else forget; In his fellowship and blest communion, I heav'n's bliss anticipate ; By his presence he dispels all sadness; Filling my poor soul with joy & gladness; Tho' I often am to blame, Yet his love is still the same.

2 Concern'd for more grace
And true happiness;
Intent evermore,

'Fore thee to be contrite,& lowly & poor.
3 O were my whole mind
And spirit inclin'd

Toshow forth thy praise,-Toserve thee with gladness, and walk in thy ways.

4 If question'd by thee:

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Say, lovest thou me?"

323.* T. 206.

yet thou know'st that I love.

5. John's portion so blest

To lean on thy breast,

Be mine, till with thee,

2 My King benign! ::-I'd fain be thine;

Not anything,-No smallest hankering, Cause me while here I stay,

My dearest Lord, from thee :||:-To stray

No, may each breath-Exalt thy death,
And sing thy praise
For thy unbounded grace. :||:
324.* T. 36.

But Christ's atoning blood,

This purifies the guilty breast,

And reconciles to God: Hence flows unfeigned love to him Who came lost sinners to redeem, And Christ our Saviour doth appear · Daily to us more dear.

3 My only joy and comfort here

Is Jesus' death and blood;
I with this passport can appear
Before the throne of God:
Admitted to the realms of bliss,
I then shall see him as he is,

Saviour,

325. T. 14.

Adoring at his feet.

322.* T. 14.

THY child so minded ever keep,
Let me know nought beside
Thee, who wast slain me to redeem,
Thee, Jesus crucify'd.

2 May I to thee in all my wants
Child-like yet closer fly,
Dire cting still throughout my course,
By faith to thee mine eye.

3 Tho' tis but little I can do,
Yet I would willingly,
Jesus, do that which yields thee joy,
This is enough for me.

Be thou my heart's delight, Remain my fav'rite theme always, My joy by day and night.

2 Hungry and thirsty after thee,
May I be found each hour;
Humble in heart, and constantly
Supported by thy pow'r.

3 May thy blest Spirit to my heart,
Throughout my future race,
True faith and constancy impart
To live unto thy praise.

4 The myst'ry of redeeming love
Be ever dear to me:
Till I shall once in heav'n above

For ever dwell with thee.