2 Oh, grant that nothing in my soul

May dwell, but Thy pure love alone ; Oh, may Thy love possess me whole,

My joy, my treasure, and my crown ; Strange fires far from my soul remove ;

My every act, word, thought, be love. 3 O love, how cheering is thy ray !

All pain before thy presence flies ; Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away,

Where'er thy healing beams arise. O Jesus, nothing may I see,

Nothing desire or seek, but Thee. 4 Still let Thy love point out my way ;

What wondrous things Thy love hath Still lead me, lest I go astray ; [wrought !

Direct my word, inspire my thought ; And if I fall, soon may I hear

Thy voice, and know that love is near. 5 In suffering, be Thy love my peace ;

In weakness, be Thy love my power ;
And when the storms of life shall cease,

Jesus, in that dark final hour
Of death, be Thou my guide, and friend,
That I may love Thee without end.

P. Gerhardt. Tr. J. Wesley: verse 3, l. 6, alt.

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L. M. 61. THEE will I love, my strength, my tower;

Thee will I love, my joy, my crown ; Thee will I love with all my power,

In all Thy works, and Thee alone ;Thee will I love till sacred fire

Fills my whole soul with chaste desire. 2 I thank Thee, uncreated Sun, That Thy bright beams on

me have shined;

I thank Thee, who hast overthrown

My foes, and healed my wounded mind; I thank Thee, whose enlivening voice

Bids my freed heart in Thee rejoice. 3 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 ; That all my powers, with all their might,

In Thy sole glory may unite. 4 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. Scheffier. Tr. J. Wesley. 503

L. M. 61. JESUS, my Lord, my God, my all, Hear me, blest Saviour, when I call ; Hear me, and from Thy dwelling-place Pour down the riches of Thy grace, Jesus, my Lord, I Thee adore :

Oh, make me love Thee more and more. 2 Jesus, too late I Thee have sought :

How can I love Thee as I ought?
And how extol Thy matchless fame,
The glorious beauty of Thy name?
Jesus, my Lord, I Thee adore :

Oh, make me love Thee more and more. 3 Jesus, what didst Thou find in me,

That Thou hast dealt so lovingly ?
How great the joy that Thou hast brought,
So far exceeding hope or thought.
Jesus, my Lord, I Thee adore :
Oh, make me love Thee more and more.

4 Jesus, of Thee shall be my song,

To Thee my heart and soul belong :
All that I have or am is Thine,
And Thou, blest Saviour, Thou art mine.
Jesus, my Lord, I Thee adore :
Oh, make me love Thee more and more.

H. Collins. 504

S. M.
BEHOLD the throne of grace !

The promise calls me near ;
There Jesus shows a smiling face,

And waits to answer prayer.
2 My soul, ask what thou wilt,

Thou canst not be too bold ;
Since His own blood for thee He spilt,

What else can He withhold ?
3 Thine image, Lord, bestow,

Thy presence and Thy love;
I ask to serve Thee here below,

And reign with Thee above.
4 Teach me to live by faith ;

Conform my will to Thine ;
Let me victorious be in death,
And then in glory shine.

J. Newton. 505

75.
COME, my soul, thy suit prepare,
Jesus loves to answer prayer ;
He Himself has bid thee pray,

Therefore will not say thee nay.
2 With my burden I begin:

Lord, remove this load of sin ;
Let Thy blood, for sinners spilt,
Set my conscience free from guilt.

3 Lord, I come to Thee for rest,

Take possession of my breast,
There Thy blood-bought right maintain

And without a rival reign.
4 While I am a pilgrim here,
Let Thy love my spirit cheer ;
As my guide, my guard, my friend,

Lead me to my journey's end. 5 Show me what I have to do,

Every hour my strength renew ;
Let me live a life of faith,
Let me die Thy people's death.

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7s. 81.
JESUS, merciful and mild,
Lead me as a helpless child :
On no other arm but Thine
Would my weary soul recline.
Thou art ready to forgive,
Thou canst bid the sinner live ;
Guide the wand'rer, day by day,

In the strait and narrow way.
2 Thou canst fit me by Thy grace

For the heavenly dwelling-place ;
All Thy promises are sure,
Ever shall Thy love endure;
Then what more can I desire,
How to greater bliss aspire ?
All I need, in Thee I see ;

Thou art all in all to me. 3 Jesus, Saviour all divine,

Thou has made me truly Thine ;
Thou has bought me by Thy blood ;
Reconciled my heart to God.

Hearken to my humble prayer,
Let me Thine own image bear,
Let me love Thee more and more,
Till I reach heaven's blissful shore.

T. Hastings.

C. M.

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PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire,

Uttered or unexpressed ;
The motion of a hidden fire

That trembles in the breast.

2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh,

The falling of a tear,
The upward glancing of the eye,
When none but God is near.

3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech

That infant lips can try ;
Prayer the sublimest strains that reach

The Majesty on High.

4 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice,

Returning from his ways ;
While angels in their songs rejoice,

And cry, “Behold, he prays !”
5 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,

The Christian's native air ;
His watchword at the gates of death :

He enters Heaven with prayer.

6 O Thou, by whom we come to God,

The life, the truth, the way!
The path of prayer Thyself hast trod;
Lord, teach us how to pray.

J. Montgomery.