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Sanctifies and lifts us up
To meet Thee in the air :
And share the throne divine.
S.M. C. WESLEY. 1842.
Our Lord and God most high,
By all above the sky.
To Adam's offspring given,
And earth unites to heaven.
And did for sin atone,
And bears them to the throne.
Mixed with the sacred flame,
Who bow in Jesu's name. 225
S.M. C. WESLEY. 1745.
Whose blood for us was shed,
Thy ransom'd people lead.
Fulfil Thy character :
In Israel's camp appear.
Conduct us by Thy light;
A cheering fire by night.
4 Our fainting souls sustain
With blessings from above ;
The manna of Thy love. 226
Doane. 1824. MHOU art the Way; to Thee alone
1 From sin and death we flee;
Must seek Him, Lord, in Thee.
True wisdom can impart;
And purify the heart.
Proclaims Thy conquering arm ;
Nor death nor hell shall harm.
Grant us that way to know,
Whose joys eternal flow.
L.M. 6 lines. C. WESLEY. 1741.
M Its glorious matter to declare !
I cannot from His praise forbear;
The glories of my heavenly King.
Perfect in comeliness Thou art;
And full of love Thy tender heart :
3 Gird on Thy thigh the Spirit's sword,
And take to Thee Thy power divine;
All power and majesty are Thine :
And let Thy gracious toil succeed;
Ride on, and prosper in Thy deed ;
And reign in all our hearts alone. 228
L.M. 6 lines, triplets. C. WESLEY. 1741.
He is become the Corner-stone;
High on His everlasting throne.
Make this the acceptable hour; Our hearts would now receive Thee in ; · Enter, and make an end of sin,
And bless us with the perfect power. 3 God is the Lord that shows us light; Then let us render Him His right,
The offering of a thankful mind;
With cords of love our spirit bind. . 4 Thou art my God, and Thee I praise ; Thou art my God, I sing Thy grace,
And call mankind to extol Thy name :
Through all eternity the same!
6-7s. C. WESLEY, 1800.
All I want in Him I have,-
All the plenitude of God.
Me in verdant pastures feeds ;
By the streams of comfort leads :
Silent joy, my heart o'erflows.
Guides into the paths of peace;
'Stablishes in righteousness;
Loves me still,-I know not why!
Through the mortal vale I go ;
Thee my life in death I know ;
Die into the arms of God!
Thou before my foes dost feed ;
Pour'st Thy oil upon my head;
Mak’st my cup of joy run o'er.
Love shall keep me to the end ;
I shall in His temple spend,
C. WESLEY. 1762.
I The joy and desire of my heart;
I long to reside where Thou art :
Where all, who their Shepherd obey,
And screen'd from the heat of the day. 2 Ah! show me that happiest place.
The place of Thy people's abode,
And hang on a crucified God :
Thy passion and death on the tree,
To suffer and triumph with Thee.
There only, I covet to rest,
Or rise to be hid in Thy breast : 'Tis there I would always abide,
And never a moment depart;
4-78. C. WESLEY. 1745.
With Thy sap my spirit feed.
Wither without Thee, and die ;
O confirm my soul in Thee.
Send the strength for which I call :