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2 O joy, all joys exceeding ! 4 Jesus, thqu'my only rest, Thou Bread most heavenly,
O my Jesus, let me find thee;
Jesus, iake me to thy breast,
With thy cords of love now bind me. With marrow and with fatness, Thou'rt the object of my mind,
With comfort, juy and peace, I am by thy love inflamed;
Ev'ry bliss in thee I find.
5 May I of thy chosen bride Spread thro' my heart its kindly
Be a member chaste and holy;
Let me quite in thee confide,
Cleave to thee and love thee solely: To live, is nought but pain;
Jesus, kindly me receive;
Thine alone T' enjoy thy love and favor,
I be called;
Grant, that what hath me înthralled Is happiness and gain.
May no longer me enslave. 4 Earth's glory to inherit, Is not what I desire:
6 Thou in grace hast look'd on me, My heav'nly minded spirit
And with precious gifts hasť blessed; Glows with a nobler fire ;
Yet content I cannot be, Where Christ himself appeareth Till I am of thee possessed. In brightest majesty,
Jesus, now upon me shine,
Jesus, be my Sun resplendent,
Jesus, be my joy transcendent,
Jesus, be thou ever mine!
T. 39. In his love I have a share,
This I count my highest treasure ; I'LL glory in nothing but only in He alone is my delight,
release us: He hath overcome me quite. For he is my Refuge, to hìm I'll cleavę 2 Round his pierced feet I'll cling,
solely, Him I seek with love most tender ; Thus can I, like Enoch, in this world And accurs'd be ev'ry thing,
Which my seeking him would hinder. 2 What tho' the world foameth and Tell me nought of worldly fame, Tell me nought of earthly treasure, I in my dear crucify'd Jesus will
rageth with fury, Would you please in any measure,
glory; Tell me of his lovely name.
Beside him my Saviour I'll know 3 But himself I must behold,
nothing ever, To him I will make confession: From whom neither trials, nor death My defects are manifold,
me shall sever. But I trust to his compassion. For I cannot, will not rest,
3 My Saviour takes notice of hearts Till I've found my dearest Saviour, for him pining,
Till he looks on me in favor, He soothes their distress who on him Till he grants me my request.
are reclining; R
All this I've experienc'd, I therefore 5 With my Jesus I will stay, will hold him,
He my soul preserves and feedeth; I never will leave him, my faith shall He, the Life, the Truth, the Way, infold him.
Me to living waters leadeth: 4 My Jesus is always desirous to meet Christ, I'll never part with thee!
Blessed, who can say with me, Abounding in love, and in mercy to greet me.
T. 22. Above all I love him; for he is my trea- DEAR Jesus, when I think on thee,
sure, I humbly adore him and serve him Thy blest remembrance yields delight,
My heart for joy doth leap in me; with pleasure.
Till faith is changed into sight. 5 My heart's fix'd on Jesus, whose 2 When thou art near, I must confess, love is so tender,
I feel a bliss I can't express : My life and my all unto him I surren- Thy love, my Saviour, ne'er can cloy, der;
Fountain of bliss, and source of joy. He is and remaineth my heart's meditation,
3 Let me by faith behold thy face, My faith's only object, till my con- Still taste thy love, and share thy grace; summation,
Still let my tongue resound thy name,
4 Thy love and mercies all exceed;
The more I on these dainties feed,
The JESUS will I never leave,
To live but in this element. He's the God of my salvation; 5 Blest Jesus, what delicious fare, Thro' his merits I receive
How sweet thy entertainments are ! Pardon, life and consolation :
Never did angels taste above All the powers of my mind,
Redeeming grace and dying love. To my Saviour be resign'd. 2 Nought on earth can satisfy
DEAREST. Jesus, come to me,
And abide eternally;
Friend of needy sinners, come,
Fill and make my heart thy home. 3 He is mine, and I am his,
2 Oftentimes for thee I sigh, Join'd with him in close communion; Nothing else can give me joy;
my And his bitter passion is The foundation of this union;
Dearest Jesus, come to me! Full of hopes, which never yield, 3 Should I in earth's pleasures roll, Firm on him, my Rock, I build. None could satisly my soul; 4 O the happy hours I spend
Thee, O Jesus! I adore, With him in blest conversation !
Thou'rt my pleasure evermore.
Full of grace, peace, and salvation; My beloved Friend, my All;
my eager soul is bent
409.* To 15.
13 As Mary ador'd
Her Master and Lord,
And deeply abas'd she embraced thy
4 As Thomas with awe,
His Saviour avow'd,--And cry'd with
conviction,"My Lord and my God!" Now melt and captivate my heart,
5 As Peter reply'd, And prompt my adoration.
His love being try'd, 3. The fire of love that burns within,
“My heartthou dost prove,-Lord, thou Is that divine impression,
knowest all things, thou know'st that That thou didst suffer for my sin,
A clearer display
love Tis evident that Jesus loves,
O Jesus ! to thee will increase.
Makes my heart his dwelling!
I in his loye be blest, 2 He blesseth me—so sensibly,
3 His looks of grace-insure always "feet,
To me my heav'nly calling :
Am I weak, his hand preserves
Me his child from falling. 3 I'Ų weep whene'er he's not to me
4 My earnest pray'r-while absent here What a most cordial friend can be;
From him my soul's Beloved,
Is, that my heart's confidence
In him be unmoved.
5. Could I with him—spend all my time, Nought else to my pöör soul can com
In constant love's fruition,
Infinitely happy then
Would be my condition,
6. Whene'er I mourn--and humbly turn How much day by day,
For comfort to my Jesus,
ever faithful, who for me hast dy'd; That he's near and gracious.
7 They whoalways--our Saviour's face Thy patience divine,
Seek upon each occasion, Which clearly 1 trace. With tears fills Never fail to be refresh'd my eyes,
with shame covers my.face, With his consolation.
T. 11. O COULD we but love that Saviour, HARK, my soul! it is the Lord;
Who loves us so ardently, 'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word; . As we ought, our souls would ever Jesus.speaks, and speaks to thee, Full of joy and comfort be!
Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me p” If we, by his love excited,
2 “ I deliver'd thee, when bound, Could ourselves and all forget,
"And when wounded heal'd thy wound; Then, with Jesus Christ „nited,
Sought thee wand'ring, set the right, We should heav'n anticipate !
Turn'd thy darkness into light. 2 Did but Jesus' love and merit
3 « Can a woman's tender care Fill our hearts both night and day,
“ Cease towards the child she bare? And the unction of his Spirit
“ Yea, she may forgetful be, All our thoughts and actions sway! f" Yet will I remember thee. O might all of us be ready
4 " Mine is an unchanging love, Cheerfully to testify,
Higher than the heights above,
Deeper than the depths beneath,
“ Free and faithful, strong as death. 414. T. 14.
5 « Thou shalt see my glory soon,
• When the work of grace is done, TEN thousand talents once I ow'd,
« Partner of my throne shalt be; And nothing had to pay;
Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?".
6 6 Lord, it is my chief complaint,
love is weak and faint; 2 Yet since the Lord forgave my sin, Yet I love thee, and adore,
And blotted out my score; Oh for grace to love thee more!
416. T. 14. 3 My guilt is cancell'd quite, I know, TEACH meget more oftky blest ways, And satisfaction made;
Thou slaughter'd Lamb of God! But the vast debt of love I owe And fix and root me in the grace Can never be repaid.
So dearly bought with blood. 4 The love I owe for sin forgiv'n, 2 O tell me often of each wound, For power to believe,
Of ev'ry grief and pain; For present peace, and promis'd heav'n, And let my heart with joy confess, No angel can conceive.
From hence comes all 5 That love ofthine, thou sinners'Friend, 3 For thee, O may I freely count Witness thy bleeding heart!
Whate'er I have but loss;
Compar'd with thee, být dross. 6 Nay more, the poor returns I make 4 Engrave this deeply in my heart, I first from thee obtain ;
That thou for me wast slain; And 'tis of grace, that thou wilt take' Then shall I, in my small degree, Such poor returns again.
Return thy love again. 7 'Tis well-it shall my glory be, 5 But who can pay that mighty debt,
(Let who will boast their store): Or equal love like thine ? In time and in eternity,
My heart, by nature cold and dead, To owe thee more and more. To thankfulness incline.
417.* T. 232.
Foll'wing the example JESUS, I love thee fervently!
Of Christ their Saviour,
In all their actions, words, and whole As thou upon th' accursed tree Wast slain for my transgression :
behaviour, *I'm glad, and grateful tears bedew
Show love to him. My cheeks, when I in spirit view
Thy death and bitter passion! This gives the impulse, Lord that I
419.* In truth can love thee heartily, My love to thee thou knowest best;
WHAT causeth me to mourn, is this: But yet defective 'tis confest; My warmest love not equal is Thou highest Good!
(Alood, To my heart's inclination; Thy precious blood—that cleansing The more I love, the more I feel, Claims that my love moreardent glow'd. I should far better love thee still,
Thou God of my salvation! 418.* T. 58. Grant mé-daily Tusy who devotedare to our dear Lord, More to savór-of thy favor, And who believe in his most precious Grace and blessing; word,
Thus my love will be increasing.
XXIII. Of Brotherly Love and Union of Spirit.
7 Jesus, all our souls inspire,
Fill us with love's sacred fire, THEY who Jesus' foll’wers are, Thus will all in us perceive And enjoy his Shepherd-care, That we in thy name believe, By a mutual, hearty love
8 May it to the world appear, Their belief in Jesus prove.
That we thy disciples are, 2 From their being join'd in one,
By our loving mutually,
By our being one in thee.
421. T. 22. 3 None in his own wisdom trusts, BEHOLDUS, Lord, roughstones we are, None of his attainments boasts, Yet for thy building us prepare; Each his brother doth esteem, Reject not one of us, we pray, And bimself the meanest deem. Thy Spirit's voice may we obey. 4 They're delighted, when they all 2 O may thy flock still more increase With one voice on Jesus call; In mutual love, and perfect peace; And when fitly, without strife, In harmony, with fervent zeal, Each his duty doth in life.
Serve thee, and do thy holy will. 5 Meek they are to all mankind, 3 Lord, grant us a forgiving mind, To good offices inclin'd,
To patience and to peace inclin’d, Ready, when revil'd, to bless, That we may with each other beat, Studioús of the public peace.
To cherish love be all our care. 6 Tender pity, love sincere 4 Tender compassion may 'we show, To their enemies they bear;
Share in each others weal and woe, And, as Christ affords them light, With those who jovful are, rejoice, Order all their steps aright.
And with the weeping sympathisc.