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3 The Father from eternity
In mercy was inclin's 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.

5 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!

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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,

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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 with healing, grace 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.

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As my own Redeemer oft I trace him, LORD Jesus, my pray'r

And his merits I apply

To myself especially.

2 When with him, my Lord, in closest

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.

Is while I am here,

In union to be

With thee and thy people inseparably.
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

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

4 If question'd by thee:
Say, lovest thou me ?"
lown I shall prove-Deficient, O Lord,
yet thou know'st that I love.

5 John's portion so blest

To lean on thy breast,

Be mine, till with thee,

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T. 206.
THOU slaughter'd Lamb, :||:

Whose love the same-doth still abide,
Tho' oft severely try'd;

I am no longer mine, :||:-But thine,
Bought with a price;-As sacrifice
Accept the whole

When time is no more, I for ever shall be. Of spirit, body, soul. :||:

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T. 159.

'TIS the most blest and needful part

To have in Christ a share,
And to commit our way and heart
Unto his faithful care;
This done, our steps are safe and sure,
Our hearts' desires are render'd pure,
And nought can pluck us from his hand,
Which leads us to the end.

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. :||:
T. 36.

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2 Nought in this world affords true rest, O LET thy countenance, most loving

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
Daily to us more dear.

appear

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,

Shine on me day and night, and let

me ever

Have of thy presence, and thy gracious
dealing
A tender feeling.

2 That soul and body on thy merit

feeding

May daily be from grace to grace proceeding,

With thee at peace, in tend'rest love's communion, And perfect union. 325. T. 14.

Where countless pardon'd sinners meet, JESUS, my Saviour, full of grace,

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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.

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O DEAREST Lord, take thou my heart!

Where can such sweetness be, As I have tasted in thy love,

As I have found in thee!

2 If there's a fervor in my soul
And fervor sure there is,
It shall be quite at thy control,

To serve thee only rise.

3 'Tis vain in earthly things for bliss
To seek, none can be found,
Till Jesus Christ our object is;
In him true joys abound.

4 'Tis heav'n on earth to taste his love,
To feel his quick'ning grace;
And all the bliss I seek above,
Is to behold his face.

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3 The more thro' grace myself I know, The more inclin'd I am to bow

In faith beneath thy cross, To trust in thy atoning blood, And look to thee for ev'ry good, Yea, count all earthly gain but loss.

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THOU hidden Source of calm repose!
Thou all-sufficient love divine!
My help and refuge from my foes,
Secure I am, for thou art mine:
Thou art my fortress, strength, and
tow'r,

My trust and portion evermore.
2 Jesus, my All in all thou art,

My rest in toil, my ease in pain, The balm to heal my broken heart,

In storms my peace, in loss my gain; My joy beneath the tyrant's frown, In shame my glory, and my crown. 3 In want, my plentiful supply,

In weakness, my almighty pow'r :) In bonds, my perfect liberty,

My refuge in temptation's hour; My Life in death, my All in all, My comfort 'midst all grief and thrall,

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333.*

T. 79CAN any contemplation E'er vie with that sensation, O Christ, that we're thine own! That our names on the pages Are written, where the wages For thy soul's travail are put down!

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BE our comfort which ne'er faileth,
When any trial us assaileth,
Or when we're needlessly distrest;
Jesus, show on each occasion

That thou our strength art, and salvation,

Our shield, our hiding-place and rest:
O may we constantly

Look up by faith to thee,
Who redeem'd us,

And daily prove
That thou art love,

Till we shall be with thee above.

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THO' we can't see our Saviour
With these our mortal eyes,
Our faith, which tastes his favor,
The want of sight supplies:
Our hearts can feel him near,
So that to us 'tis clear,
His presence is as certain
As if we saw him here.

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BETHANY, O peaceful habitation, Blessed mansion, lov'd abode! There my Lord had oft his resting station,

Converse held in friendly mood; With that bliss which Mary highly savor'd,

I could wish this day still to be favor'd;
But thy presence makes to me
Ev'ry place a Bethany.

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WHEN Christ our Saviour lives and dwelleth

In us, O what consummate bliss! This from our hearts all gloom dispelleth,

Our life of heav'n a foretaste is. Lord Jesus, hear our supplication! Let all of us in ev'ry station,

Be truly join'd to thee

Until eternally

Thy face we see.

XIX. Of the Happiness of Children of God.

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Assuageth ev'ry grief that burdens me: 2 The gifts of Christ are so inestiWhen I, with all my heart, apply to thee, mable

Then thy peace-giving Spirit's my

Preceptor;

That all the world nought equal can

afford;

What are the treasures which the worldlings hoard è

To comfort weary souls they are not able,

But Jesus can, and doth abundantly; All earthly joys will fail, but never he. 3 How highly blest, how happy is the spirit,

Which, weary of self-working, inly

mourns,

And unto him for aid and succor turns! The humble ev'ry good from him in herit,

He to the troubled soul imparteth ease, Restoring to the wounded conscience peace.

4 That which the law could have imparted never

Is then produc'd alone by Jesus' grace; This is the source of genuine holiness, This changes and reforms our whole behavior;

From strength to strength, from grace to grace led on, We safe proceed, until our race is run. 5 O may I look to Christ without sation! Come visit me, thou Day-spring from

on high,

ces

That in thy light, the light I may espy, On grace depending as my sole founda

tion; Confirm

in me

my faith, grant that no fault

May intercept the light that beams from thee.

• Thou Source of love, I rest in thy

embraces

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Earth's greatest honors are, howe'er they please us, [chaff: To this compar'd, but vain and empty Yea, what this world can never give, May, thro' the Shepherd's grace, each needy sheep receive.

2 Here is a pasture rich and neverfailing,

Here living waters in abundance flow; None can conceive the grace with them prevailing,

Who Jesus' Shepherd-voice obey and know;

He banisheth all fear and strife, And leads them gently on to everlasting life.

3 Whoe'er would spend his days in lasting pleasure,

Must come to Christ, and join his flock with speed;

Here is a feast prepar'd, rich beyond

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