Blessed Jesus! bid me show
Doubting saints how much I owe
When in flowery paths I tread,
Oft by sin I'm captive led;
Oft I fall, but still arise-
The Spirit comes, the tempter flies:
Blessed Spirit! bid me show
Weary sinners all I owe.
Oft the nights of sorrow reign-
Weeping, sickness, sighing, pain;
But a night thine anger burns,
Morning comes and joy returns;
God of comforts, bid me show
To thy poor how much I owe.
A Perfect Heart, the Redeemer's Throne.
O For a heart to praise my God,
A heart from sin set free;
A heart that always feels thy blood,
So freely spilt for
A heart resigned, submissive, meek-
My great Redeemer's throne,
Where only Christ is heard to speak,
Where Jesus reigns alone.
O for a lowly, contrite heart,
Believing, true, and clean;
Which neither life nor death can part
From him that dwells within:
A heart in every thought renewed,
And full of love divine;
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,
A copy, Lord, of thine.
Fruit of thy gracious lips, on me
Bestow that peace unknown;
The hidden manna, and the tree
Of life, and the white stone.
Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart;
Come quickly from above;
Write thy new name upon my heart,
Thy new, best name of love.
Hatred of Sin.
HOLY Lord God! I love thy truth,
Nor dare thy least commandment slight;
Yet pierced by sin, the serpent's tooth,
I mourn the anguish of the bite.
But though the poison lurks within,
Hope bids me still with patience wait;
Till death shall set me free from sin,
Free from the only thing I hate.
Had I a throne above the rest,
Where angels and archangels dwell,
One sin, unslain, within my breast,
Would make that heaven as dark as hell,
The prisoner sent to breathe fresh air,
And blessed with liberty again,
Would mourn were he condemned to wear
One link of all his former chain.
But oh! no foe invades the bliss,
Where glory crowns the Christian's head:
One view of Jesus as he is,
Will strike all sin for ever dead.
Longing for heaven.
O WHEN shall I see Jesus,
And reign with him above; And from that flowing fountain Drink everlasting love? When shall I be delivered
From this vain world of sin, And with my blessed Jesus, Drink endless pleasures in?
But now I am a soldier,
My Captain's gone before,
He's given me my orders,
And bid me not give o'er;
And since he has proved faithful,
A righteous crown he'll give,
And all his valiant soldiers
Eternal life shall have.
Through grace I am determined
To conquer, though I die;
And then away to Jesus,
On wings of love I'll fly.
Farewell to sin and sorrow,
I bid you all adieu;
Then O my friends prove faithful,
And on your way pursue.
Whene'er you meet with troubles
And trials on your way,
O cast your care on Jesus,
And don't forget to pray.
Gird on the heavenly armour
Of faith, and hope, and love;
Then, when the combat's ended,
He'll carry you above.
LORD, in the strength of grace,
With a glad heart and free,
Myself, my residue of days,
I consecrate to thee.
Thy ransomed servant, I
Restore to thee thine own;
And from this moment live or die
To serve my God alone.
The Garden-Hymn.
THE Lord into his garden comes,
The spices yield their rich perfumes,
The lilies grow and thrive;
Refreshing showers of grace divine,
From Jesus flow to every vine,
And make the dead revive.
This makes the dry and barren ground
In springs of water to abound,
And fruitful soil become;
The desert blossoms like the rose,
When Jesus conquers all his foes,
And makes his people one.
The glorious time is rolling on,
The gracious work is now begun,
My soul a witness is;
Come taste and see the pardon free
To all mankind, as well as me;
Who comes to Christ may live.
The worst of sinners here may find
A Saviour pitiful and kind,
Who will them all relieve:
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