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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 : 0 Jesus, nothing may I see,
Nothing desire, or seek, but Thee ! 4 Unwearied may I this pursue,
_"Dauntless to the high prize aspire ; Hourly within my soul renew
This holy flame, this heavenly fire ; And day and night be all my care
To guard the sacred treasure there. 5 My Saviour, Thou Thy love to me . In shame, in want, in pain, hast showed; . For me on the accursed tree,
Thou pouredst forth Thy guiltless blood; Thy wounds upon my heart impress,
Nor aught shall the loved stamp efface.. 6 More hard than marble is my heart,
And foul with sins of deepest stain ;
Thy blood wash all these stains away! 7 O that I, as a little child,
May follow Thee, and never rest
And lowly mind into my breast !
Till I become one spirit with Thee. 8. Still let Thy love point out my way!
How wondrous things Thy love hath wrought Still lead me, lest I go astray;
Direct my word, inspire my thought;
9 In suffering be Thy love my peace,
In weakness be Thy love my power; .
Jesus, in that important hour,
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NOME, Holy Ghost, all-quickening Fire,
O come and consecrate my breast !
And fix Thy sacred presence there ! 2 If now Thy influence I feel,
If now in Thee begin to live,
Give me Thyself, for ever give :
Eager I ask, I pant for more.
So strong the principle divine,
Till all my hallowed soul is Thine;
And lost in Tbine immensity.
My treasure, and my all Thou art !
Engraving pardon on my heart,
Earnest of love, and pledge of heaven. 5 Come then, my God, mark out Thine heir
Of heaven, a larger earnest give !
More sensibly within me live ;
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Whate'er I have, or can, or am :
“ The servant shall be as his Lord.” 2 Answer that gracious end in me,
For which 'Thy precious life was given ; Redeem from all iniquity;
Restore, and make me meet for heaven ! Unless Thou purge my every stain,
Thy suffering, and my faith are vain. 3 Didst Thou not in the flesh appear,
Sin to condemn, and man to save ?
That I Thy mind in me might have ?
And serve Thee all my spotless days? 4 Didst Thou not die, that I might live
No longer to myself but Thee? Might body, soul, and spirit give
To Him who gave Himself for me? Come then, my Master, and my God,
Take the dear purchase of Thy blood. 5 Thy own peculiar servant claim,
For Thy own truth and mercy's sake;
Me for Thine own this moment take,
Thine only may I live and die. 759 (117) L.M. 6 lines. C. Wesley. 1710. I WANT the Spirit of power within,
Of love, and of a healthful mind;
Of love, to Thee and all mankind ;
2 When shall I hear the inward voice,
Which only faithful souls can hear ?
Attend the promised Comforter ;
And Christ, and all with Christ, are mine! 3 Oh that the Comforter would come,
Nor visit as a transient guest,
And take possession of my breast,
The temple of indwelling God !
Attest that I am born again;
Nor let Thy former gifts be vain :
Where is the earnest of my heaven? 5 Where the indubitable seal
That ascertains the kingdom mine?
The signature of Love Divine !
L.M. 6 lines. C. Wesley. 1742. W HAT shall I do my God to love,
V My Saviour, and the world's, to praise ? Whose bowels of compassion move
To me, and all the fallen race ! Whose mercy is divinely free
For all the fallen race, and me! 2 I long to know, and to make known,
The heights and depths of Love Divine, The kindness Thou to me hast shown,
Whose every sin was counted Thine ! My God for me resigned His breath! He died to save my soul from death!
3 How shall I thank Thee for the grace
On me and all mankind bestowed ?
Oh that my heart were filled with God! My heart would then with love o'erflow,
And all my life Thy glory show.
Me, weary of forbearing, see !
And freely give up all for Thee ;
And pay Thee back Thy dying love ! 761
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When wilt Thou come into my heart?
Balm of the wounded conscience, come!
The weary, wandering pilgrim's home;
Support my feebleness of mind ;
Revive, illuminate the blind ;
And heal the sick, and raise the dead. 4 Come, O my comfort and delight!
My strength and health, my shield and sun ; My boast, and confidence, and might,
My joy, my glory, and my crown; My gospel hope, my calling's prize, My tree of life, my paradise.