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Sanctifies and lifts us up

To meet Thee in the air :
Yes, Thine interceding grace
Preserves us every moment Thine,
Till we rise to see Thy face,

And share the throne divine.


S.M. C. WESLEY. 1842.
We have an Altar. Heb. xiii. 10.
THIS Altar is the Lord,

Our Lord and God most high,
By all His saints beneath adored,

By all above the sky.
2 Raised by Almighty hands,

To Adam's offspring given,
'Twixt God and man this Altar stands,

And earth unites to heaven.
3 This Altar ever lives,

And did for sin atone,
Hallows the offerings it receives,

And bears them to the throne.
Us to the throne it bears,

Mixed with the sacred flame,
And God accepts the worshippers,

Who bow in Jesu's name. 225

S.M. C. WESLEY. 1745.
MHOU very Paschal Lamb,

Whose blood for us was shed,
Through whom we out of Egypt came,

Thy ransom'd people lead.
2 Angel of gospel grace,

Fulfil Thy character :
To guard and feed the chosen race,

In Israel's camp appear.
3 Throughout the desert way,

Conduct us by Thy light;
Be Thou a cooling cloud by day,

A cheering fire by night.

4 Our fainting souls sustain

With blessings from above ;
And ever on Thy people rain

The manna of Thy love. 226


Doane. 1824. MHOU art the Way; to Thee alone

1 From sin and death we flee;
And he who would the Father seek,

Must seek Him, Lord, in Thee.
2 Thou art the Truth ; Thy word alone

True wisdom can impart;
Thou only canst inform the mind,

And purify the heart.
3 Thou art the Life; the rending tomb

Proclaims Thy conquering arm ;
And those who put their trust in Thee

Nor death nor hell shall harm.
4 Thou art the way, the Truth, the Life,-

Grant us that way to know,
That truth to keep, that life to win,

Whose joys eternal flow.


L.M. 6 lines. C. WESLEY. 1741.

Ps. alv.
N Y heart is full of Christ, and longs

M Its glorious matter to declare !
Of Him I make my loftiest songs,

I cannot from His praise forbear;
My ready tongue makes haste to sing

The glories of my heavenly King.
2 Fairer than all the earth-born race,

Perfect in comeliness Thou art;
Replenish'd are Thy lips with grace,

And full of love Thy tender heart :
God ever blest ! we bow the knee,
And own all fulness dwells in Thee.

3 Gird on Thy thigh the Spirit's sword,

And take to Thee Thy power divine;
Stir up Thy strength, Almighty Lord,

All power and majesty are Thine :
Assert Thy worship and renown;
· O all-redeeming God, come down !
4 Come, and maintain Thy righteous cause,

And let Thy gracious toil succeed;
Dispread the victory of Thy cross,

Ride on, and prosper in Thy deed ;
Through earth triumphantly ride on,

And reign in all our hearts alone. 228

L.M. 6 lines, triplets. C. WESLEY. 1741.
TESUS is lifted up on high ; -
es Whom man refused and doom'd to die,

He is become the Corner-stone;
Head of His church, He lives and reigns,
His kingdom over all maintains,

High on His everlasting throne.
2 Thee, Lord, with joyful lips we praise :
O send us now Thy saving grace;

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;
Present our living sacrifice ;
And to His cross, in closest ties,

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 :
All glory to our gracious Lord !
His name be praised, His love adored,

Through all eternity the same!


6-7s. C. WESLEY, 1800.
TESUS the good Shepherd is ;
el Jesus died the sheep to save;
He is mine, and I am His;

All I want in Him I have,-
Life, and health, and rest, and food,

All the plenitude of God.
2 Jesus loves and guards His own;

Me in verdant pastures feeds ;
Makes me quietly lie down,

By the streams of comfort leads :
Following Him where'er He goes,

Silent joy, my heart o'erflows.
3 He in sickness makes me whole,

Guides into the paths of peace;
He revives my fainting soul,

'Stablishes in righteousness;
Who for me vouchsafed to die,

Loves me still,-I know not why!
4 Unappall’d by guilty fear,

Through the mortal vale I go ;
My eternal life is near ;

Thee my life in death I know ;
Bless Thy chastening, cheering rod,

Die into the arms of God!
5 Till that welcome hour I see,

Thou before my foes dost feed ;
Bidst me sit and feast with Thee,

Pour'st Thy oil upon my head;
Giv'st me all I ask, and more,

Mak’st my cup of joy run o'er.
6 Love Divine shall still embrace,

Love shall keep me to the end ;
Surely all my happy days

I shall in His temple spend,
Till I to Thy house remove,
Thy eternal house above !

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C. WESLEY. 1762.
Song of Solomon. 1. 7.
MHOU Shepherd of Israel, and mine,

I The joy and desire of my heart;
For closer communion I pine,

I long to reside where Thou art :
The pasture I languish to find,

Where all, who their Shepherd obey,
Are fed, on Thy bosom reclined,

And screen'd from the heat of the day. 2 Ah! show me that happiest place.

The place of Thy people's abode,
Where saints in an ecstasy gaze,

And hang on a crucified God :
Thy love for a sinner declare,

Thy passion and death on the tree,
My spirit to Calvary bear,

To suffer and triumph with Thee.
3 'Tis there, with the lambs of Thy flock,

There only, I covet to rest,
To lie at the foot of the Rock,

Or rise to be hid in Thy breast : 'Tis there I would always abide,

And never a moment depart;
Conceal'd in the cleft of Thy side,
Eternally held in Thy heart.

4-78. C. WESLEY. 1745.
CON of God, Thy blessing grant,
D Still supply my every want;
Tree of Life, Thine influence shed;

With Thy sap my spirit feed.
2 Tenderest branch, alas ! am I,

Wither without Thee, and die ;
Weak as helpless infancy,

O confirm my soul in Thee.
3 Unsustain'd by Thee, I fall;

Send the strength for which I call :

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